7 PM.
The stars were shining brightly.
There were three figures sitting in the Holy Angel's Springs. The black-haired youth was lying in the arms of a fair-skinned beauty with brown hair and blue eyes. He was letting the black-haired beauty who was kneeling between his legs wipe his body.
A faint mist lingered above the spring water. The cubicle was quiet and warm, and the fragrance wafted.
Suddenly, a few female voices came from outside.
The voice was getting closer and closer as if the owner of the voice was talking as he walked into the courtyard.
"Hmm?" Ling Yi, who had his eyes closed, frowned.
In the next moment, Lin Shurou said, "It's Lin Ying and the others."
"Oh."
Ling Yi nodded, knowing that they were here to play again.
He doesn't know when Lin Shurou would start inviting Luo Yao, Zhang Qing, Lin Qingyu, and the others to visit their house.