This place is a lively hot spring vent, shrouded in white mist that curls upwards, and surrounded by light veils that give the illusion of stepping into a fairyland.
"This is the place, I'll wait for you outside." Stopping in front of the light veil, Mo Zhixuan ceased moving; beyond the veil lay the entrance to the hot spring.
"Alright," Chu Jin nodded gently, her eyes deepening with the hues of autumn, and the dimples at the corners of her lips growing more pronounced.
The rising white mist slightly blurred her peach blossom-like visage, adding a touch of ethereal beauty. Her red lips, hidden within the mist, were faintly visible, like jade, graceful and exquisite, like nothing of this world.
Mo Zhixuan's eyes suddenly conjured up the scene of him undressing her last time, his gaze deepening a shade, his Adam's apple rolling silently; the next second, his expression returned to normal, and he turned and walked outside. Just as he reached the door, it creaked shut automatically.