The air was still warm from the scorching sun, but the spring water was cool and refreshing.
But at this moment, Mu Sheng only had one thought in her heart, and that was that her bath just now had been in vain.
His tongue was pried open and Li Hanchen carefully printed his breath on every corner. Their breaths intertwined. Mu Sheng was already a little tired and now he could not breathe. He could only lean weakly on li Hanchen's chest.
Li Hanchen's hand on her waist tightened. In the end, even the cold Lake water could not dispel the fire in her blood.
Li Hanchen stepped back slightly and looked at Mu Sheng, who had red lips and white teeth. His deep eyes were almost Scarlet under the moonlight.
His breathing was very messy, and even Mu Sheng's breathing was in a mess.
"If we weren't recording a show today, I," li Hanchen said through gritted teeth.