The distant sky shone brightly.

The hot spring is located on the top of the mountain, so when the first rays of light appear from the sky, they fall into the hot spring.

Shen Qingxuan only felt that there was a force holding him up, making him float on the water and never sink.

The taste of immersing in a natural hot spring is different from that of a cramped wooden barrel. Shen Qingxuan was immersed in the water, and he just wanted to sigh in comfort.

After a while, Yimo also undressed and stepped into the water.

The water was rippling, Shen Qingxuan opened his eyes slightly, watching the man with long hair stepping on the water, approaching slowly, the air filled with the smell of sulphur had a cold breath, and it was close at hand.

Shen Qingxuan opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly remembered that he couldn't speak, and there was no ink around, so he couldn't even talk. The good mood suddenly ruined half. After all, they haven't seen each other for so long, and finally they can face each other again, but they can't talk, which is really disappointing, and Shen Qingxuan's expression becomes gloomy.

Yimo soaked in the water, looked at him for a moment, and finally raised his hand. A faint green light flashed on his cold fingers and caressed his throat.

Looking at his actions, Shen Qingxuan only felt that his throat was drenched with mint juice from the inside to the outside. He couldn't tell whether it was hot or cold, and the feeling was too clear for him to burst into tears.

When Yimo retracted his hand, he could only feel the golden light in front of him, and the uncomfortable feeling as if suffocating made Shen Qingxuan hold his throat and cough desperately.

First there was a silent cough, then a hoarse and strange sound came out of his throat, which gradually became heavier, and finally every cough made a movement no different from ordinary people.

He—coughed. Shen Qingxuan realized this, it could not be said to be a surprise or a joy, only that a stream of moist water flowed down from the corner of his eyes, accompanied by the sound of coughing, one after another, resounding over the mist-shrouded hot spring on the lonely mountain.

As if he was about to cough up his lungs, Shen Qingxuan's coughing eyes were flushed red, he stooped several times and almost drank the hot spring water.

Yimo leaned on the rock opposite him, with his arms casually placed on both sides, looked at him indifferently for a while, and finally closed his eyes and rested, letting Shen Qingxuan lie on the opposite side, coughing and panting to death.

After a cup of tea, Shen Qingxuan finally stopped coughing, and after easing, covering his throat, he looked back, and what he saw was this scene.

In the mist-shrouded hot spring water, Yimo was leaning on a protruding rock, with his arms crossed like a big letter, with his eyes closed and his head raised, his expression was calm, as if everything outside him had nothing to do with him.

Only the long loose hair floated on the water in front of him, occasionally moving slightly with the water waves.

Other than that, he seems to be just a sculpture, cold, indifferent, and indifferent.

Shen Qingxuan looked at it, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

Because of this, it was difficult to explain the incomprehensible pain. Shen Qingxuan knew that he had regained his voice ability, but he never opened his mouth and stared at him without blinking.

The two are not far away, but they are also a few steps away. The mist evaporating from the hot spring is like a thin veil, looming across the two of them. Behind the veil is Yimo's face.

Shen Qingxuan still couldn't look away from his face as if he had seen him for the first time. Since thinking that there is no second person in this world, he is so magnificent.

While watching, Yimo's closed eyelashes trembled, and then she opened her eyes. The eyes are quiet and deep, as quiet as a thousand-foot cold pool, without a trace of waves.

Yimo asked him lightly, "Why are you unhappy?"

Shen Qingxuan thought to himself, how do you know that I am unhappy, but he didn't say anything, he still looked at him, and after a while, he replied, "Of course I'm happy."

After nearly twenty years, he spoke for the first time, and his voice was a little hoarse, even he himself was extremely unfamiliar. You have to listen carefully, and then carefully recall the childhood voice, before you can be sure that this voice is really made by yourself.

"I..." Shen Qingxuan tried to speak again, and was taken aback by the voice that came out of his throat. After a while, he warned himself to be more familiar with what he said, and said slowly, "I thought it would take two months for you to come back."

"When things are done, come back naturally." Yimo said.

Shen Qingxuan made a "uh", lowered his head, and thought for a moment before opening his mouth: "I don't know why, I don't want people to know that I can speak..."

Yimo nodded, indicating that he knew.

"If they ask me how I recovered, I won't lie." Shen Qingxuan pondered the words and said while practicing pronunciation, "So I won't talk about it for now."

After a pause, he said again: "Have you retrieved the snake slough?"

Emer said, "Well."

"That's good." Shen Qingxuan said.

After speaking, he didn't know what to say, so he bowed his head in silence.

Yimo retracted his arm and immersed it in the water, and remained silent for a while before asking, "How did you get sick this time?"

Shen Qingxuan didn't expect him to ask this, and after hesitating for a while, he explained the process in detail, naturally omitting the part about the dream, and only blamed the accident on drinking. He got drunk and fell asleep while taking a bath. , don't know if the water is cold. This is sick.

After Yimo heard this, he raised his eyes and stared at him for a moment, not knowing what to think, he said, "The young lady in the boudoir is just like that."

What he said was endless, but Shen Qingxuan immediately realized the teasing spirit in his words, and his expression became even more ashamed and angry, he actually compared him to his daughter's house in his boudoir!

It's a pity that he is not as good at speaking as others, and at the same time, he was only able to open his mouth just now, and he is in the sky and the ground with this big snake that has lived for thousands of years, only to be bullied.

After thinking about it for a long time, Shen Qingxuan replied angrily: "It's not as thick as your scales."

The implication is that he has no thick skin and is invulnerable to all poisons.

The two were in a language lawsuit, soaking in the water, and they didn't feel bored. The night gradually receded, and the light became brighter and brighter.

Shen Qingxuan's words became more and more proficient and fluent, and his words were pleasant. He also used the buoyancy of the water to move himself to Yimo, and wanted to talk close to him as usual.

As they got closer, they realized that the sun was bright and the water was clear.

Shen Qingxuan's face flushed immediately. He felt ashamed of his disability. Compared to Yimo's lean body, he was more like a young man who was not as weak as a young man. His thin hands and thin legs were really ugly. Two points. This came and went, hands and feet were in a panic, the fingertips slipped on the smooth rock soaked in the spring water, and without grasping, the unbalanced body suddenly fell into the water, and the warm spring water instantly extinguished top.

Seeing him swaying back and forth in the water, Yimo had already guessed a few points in his mind, and when he saw him slipping and sinking, fluttering in the water, he felt amused, and became anxious, so he did not immediately rescue him. Anyway, no one can drown.

Shen Qingxuan was drowning in the water, and only stretched out his hands to scratch, and was worried that Yimo didn't help, but he opened his eyes in the water in the confusion.

It is a pair of agile lower limbs, slender and powerful, the calf muscles are slightly bent, and the curves are clear.

The line of sight goes up along the calf, the black clump of hair in the middle of the sturdy thigh, like water plants, rippling slightly in the water, but there is a quiet genital crouching between the hair, even if it is not in heat, because the light in the water is blurred, that thing looks Also extraordinarily large.

The full-shaped mushroom head that exposed the soft skin was vaguely visible, and even the pores in the middle were clearly visible.

Shen Qingxuan didn't know where the strength came from, he supported the stone wall with one hand, "Whoa-", he raised his body from the water.

His face was flushed, his heart was beating like a drum.

I don't know if it was choking or something else.

Holding the stone wall with one hand and wiping away the water on his face with the other, Shen Qingxuan met with a pair of eyes that were half-smiling but not smiling.

Shen Qingxuan's heartbeat was almost unstoppable, and after choking a few mouthfuls of water, he hurriedly lowered his head and coughed heavily to calm his heartbeat.

At this time, I could only hear Yimo's cold voice, and he asked in a teasing voice, "Young Master Shen, can this hot spring water taste better than your Mid-Autumn Festival wine?"

Shen Qingxuan now knows that this snake likes to make fun of him, and what he asked had no other intentions, it was just a real joke. But in a moment of disappointment in his mind, he remembered the cold body that was entangled in his cold body that night in the cold bath. and what was just before his eyes.

The corners of their eyes subconsciously glanced into the water, because of this farce, the two of them had unknowingly leaned to the extreme. With this glance, Shen Qingxuan once again saw clearly the huge object in the water.

Four words suddenly popped up in my mind: Snakes are inherently lewd.

These four words were like Gu worms, and they suddenly got into his heart, pulling in thoughts that came from nowhere.

Shen Qingxuan clearly felt that the calming heartbeat was out of rhythm again, like the chaos and disorder of the downpour in the mountains hitting the rubble, but the sound became louder and more urgent.

Unable to hold back any longer, he watched helplessly as his years of innocence and few desires were washed away.

Shen Qingxuan turned around abruptly, sucked in a breath of cold air, hurriedly turned his back and crouched on the rock outside the water, hiding his raised legs in the dark water. He also said that he was not feeling well, and lay down here for a while. After he finished speaking, he buried his head and hid himself in his arms, gasping for breath, to curb the desire to gallop.

Yimo didn't move, his eyes looked deep at the slender body lying on the rock. The body was pale and thin, as if it was greatly frightened, and it was trembling slightly. The rippling water patterns around him spread ripples along with the trembling of his body, like invisible thin lines, guiding Yimo to take the slight movement, rushing desire, and sudden panic in the water into his eyes.

Like a god looking down on all beings.

After a long silence, Shen Qingxuan finally slowly raised his head from the crook of his arms, not daring to look at Yimo, still lowered his eyelids, and said in a low voice, "Send me back."

Immo didn't answer for a long time.

Shen Qingxuan was in the middle of nowhere, and suddenly felt a chill on his shoulders. At some point, Yimo went around behind him, stretched out a cold hand, placed it on his shoulder, and pulled Shen Qingxuan over to face him. As if not enough, continue to approach.

In an instant, the cheeks of the two were close at hand, the breath erupted on the other's face, and Shen Qingxuan's face was red again.

"Mr. Shen." Yimo's voice was still cold, without any emotion revealed, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, he said calmly: "Humans and monsters have different paths since ancient times, you have to think about it."

Shen Qingxuan's face turned red and white.

But before he could react any more, he felt a flower in front of his eyes, and the wind whistled in his ears.

In the blink of an eye, he had returned to the villa, lying on his bed.

As if being thrown back, the red tide on Shen Qingxuan's face instantly faded, and it was replaced by ashen.