潮篡(二十九) 惊蛰-下 古代/架空 宫廷 玄幻 女频 中篇

Feet that are soaking in water fiercely smash all those memory to pieces, making a huge sound of “Wa La.”
Chu Han silently sits on the bank of thermal spring, now and again, tipping his feet to the surface of water that whiffs a smell of rotten egg.
While Xue Niaoer jumps into spring in the buff, wiping down dewdrops on his face and standing in the pond, with water reaching his waist.
Water of spring is like diluted blood that still contains vitality, covetedly intertwining with sinewy muscle under his jade white skin.