They took the elevator down, and there was a large group of people in the lobby, and they quieted down when they were outside the hotel.

It has just finished snowing here, and the mountains are covered with white caps. Looking into the distance, there is a vast expanse.

Yan Zhuo said: "I heard that the hot springs here are very hot, but I didn't expect it to be so hot."

Song Yan said, "It's alright."

This will say...

Yan Zhuo asked, "Have you been here before?"

"A long time ago." Song Yan said lightly.

At that time, his studio had just started for a year, and he made a small profit. He and Meng Cheng brought all the staff here to play for two days.

Now that he comes back again, the people around him have changed. What remains the same is that he can still feel the familiar wind and familiar smell. It is not clear that he belongs to this place alone.

It was as if after so many years, the wind just made a circle and returned to its original point.

The alley is very lively, and people come to buy snacks. When Yan Zhuo saw this, he wanted to buy it, and then he wanted to buy it, and in the end, he didn't think about what to eat.

He walked to a stall that bought chicken meatballs, sniffed the aroma, swallowed, and decided to eat it.

"Do you want to eat chicken meatballs?" he asked Song Yan.

Song Yan: "No need, you can eat."

Yan Zhuo rubbed his hands, stared at it for a few seconds, then pointed to the leftmost one on the upper floor and said to the stall owner: "I want the biggest one." He pointed a few more: "And those two over there... Below that."

Yan Zhuo gave full play to his nature as a foodie, and the ones he picked were juicy and juicy.

The shopkeeper responded and put the chicken balls in a cardboard box and handed it to him with a spoon.

Yan Zhuo took out the money and walked back, sighing as he walked, "It smells so good." He asked Song Yan, "Did you smell it?"

"Well, this is really big," Yan Zhuo said, "Fortunately, I mentioned it."

"Yeah." Yan Zhuo couldn't help but glanced under Song Yan while biting the meatball, which almost choked him.

He endured, endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back a sarcastic sentence, he said: "I think you are quite big."

You're also big...you're big...you're big...big...

The lingering sound still lingered in his ears, and Yan Zhuo could not wait to bite off his tongue.

Is he crazy or his head is pumping. What nonsense is jumping out.

This is really a misstep.

Yan Zhuo tilted his head, in order to hide his embarrassment, he scooped a ball and blew, and then brought it to Song Yan's mouth.

"It's delicious, you try one."

Song Yan was startled, as if he did not expect his behavior. After a few seconds, he stuck out his tongue and rolled the meatball away.

The slightly spicy chicken and carrot juice melted in his mouth, and he licked the corners of his mouth for fear of spilling out.

Looking at the spoon he licked, Yan Zhuo blushed in disappointment.

I can't blame him for being imaginative, it's really that this situation is too out of line with Song Yan's character. He just wanted to tease Song Yan, he thought Song Yan would refuse.

Next, every time Yan Zhuo used the spoon, he would have the illusion that he was kissing.

This illusion continued until the moment he ate the ball and threw away the spoon.

Chapter 25 Hot Springs

Song Yan was really picky, wandered around, and chose the wonton stall. When Yan Zhuo watched him finish his meal slowly and the two walked back, he couldn't help but muttered: "Do you know—"

Before he could finish speaking, a few children suddenly ran across from him, like a gust of wind, and he hurriedly pulled Song Yan.

so close.

I don't know whose family's bear children, without even looking, rush at people, like wild rabbits.

After standing firm, Song Yan asked, "What did you want to say just now?"

Oh……

Yan Zhuo continued to finish his words and said, "It's really hard to serve people like you."

Song Yan heard the words and changed his face in a second.

Yan Zhuo thought to himself: Let’s see, let’s start again.

Sure enough, Song Yan sullenly popped out four words from the crevices of his lips, questioning: "Have you served?"

Of course, many times. Yan Zhuo liked to take advantage of him verbally, so he teased: "What kind of service are you talking about?"

"..."

Everyone is an adult, and the way adults think about problems is naturally not as simple as that of children.

Song Yan moved his mouth, for the first time he didn't know what to say. How should he answer this? It feels weird to answer.

So, Song Tianxian, who couldn't say anything about Yan Zhuo for the first time, had a cold face and walked in front of Yan Zhuo with a swift stride.

Even the back is saying, don't suffer Lao Tzu.

Back in the room, it was nearly nine o'clock, Song Yan took out his pajamas from the suitcase and said, "You wash me first."

He was referring to the bath.

Yan Zhuo glanced at the bathroom.

The bathroom is frosted glass, and the movements and silhouettes of the people inside can be faintly seen from the outside.

"You go first." Yan Zhuo said, he wanted to play the game first to suppress the little ripples that were about to appear in his heart.

Song Yan washed quickly and came out in less than fifteen minutes. During this time, Yan Zhuo's game was also extremely difficult.

Song Yan wiped his hair with a towel in his hands, and the water droplets fell onto his chest along the ends of his hair, fainting into small brown circles.

Yan Zhuo put down the phone, copied a piece of clothes and walked into the bathroom. The dense heat has not yet dissipated, hovering in the air, and the mirror is also stained with water vapor, which is blurred.

He wiped the mirror with his hand, and the person in the mirror gradually revealed clear eyebrows.

His face was very red, as if he had stolen a girl's rouge. When he was illuminated by the bathroom light, his eyes were dazed.

"God, how did I become like this." Yan Zhuo muttered to himself.

I always thought that it was impossible, they were impossible.But the love has continued unabated.

Yan Zhuo turned on the shower and stood naked below.

It's hot, very hot, don't know if it's water heat or people's heat.

...

When Yan Zhuo came out of the bathroom, it was as if his body had been hollowed out.

He paced to the floor-to-ceiling window and quietly stared out the window.It was brightly lit and lively outside, in sharp contrast to the quiet interior.After a while, he looked at someone again through the reflection of the glass.