Song Yan turned his back to him, lying on his side on the bed, leaving only the back of his head outside, the rest were tightly wrapped in quilts, and piled up into a hill, and it seemed that he had fallen asleep.

Yan Zhuo blinked, walked to the bedside, turned off the light, and whispered, "Good night."

In the morning, the fog is thick. A cool breeze blew into his nose.

Yan Zhuo pulled the zipper of his jacket to the top and watched the "Ningkang Waiting for the Dead" choir doing their final rehearsal.

With his hands in his pockets, he yawned and asked Xu Yue who was beside him: "What number shall we queue?"

Xu Yue didn't wake up, and said weakly: "On the 23rd, it is estimated that it will be afternoon."

"Afternoon? Are we going to stay here all the time?"

Yawning can be contagious, Qin Xiao covered his mouth and said, "No, in the auditorium, there is a waiting area. And..." She glared at Yan Zhuo, "You don't have to wait, you still accompany Mr. Song. Take a hot spring."

The corner of Yan Zhuo's mouth twitched, and he said embarrassedly, "Is it alright? I really don't need to be here with me?"

"Don't endure it if you want to laugh," Qin Xiao said, turning his head and complaining, "If you get it cheap, you'll be good at it."

I'm really happy to get a cheap Yan Zhuo. He has never been in a hot spring when he's so old, so he's looking forward to it. He ran back to the room, called Song Yan up, and said, "Let's go for a walk, take a dip in the hot spring, now I don't have to follow the choir, I have a lot of time."

In fact, Song Yan slept very late last night, almost falling asleep after the early morning. Being woken up at this moment, he sat on the bed with sleepy eyes in a daze. After a while, he asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

"just ate."

"You can't soak in the hot spring just after eating, wait." After saying that, Song Yan lay down again and fell asleep.

"..."

Song Yan had been lying down for two hours, and it was not that long after returning to the cage. When he woke up, Yan Zhuo prepared all the clothes for him and carefully matched them.

Yan Zhuo said, "You look good in this black coat, retro and British."

Song Yan may have just woken up, her mind is still unclear, she was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "I look good in anything I wear."

Yan Zhuo: "..."

The hot spring is not far from the hotel, it only takes a few minutes to walk there. After receiving the dressing card at the front desk, the two walked to the dressing room.

Their locker boxes are right next to each other.

Yan Zhuo quickly finished taking off his clothes, and then he sat on the sofa and waited for Song Yan.

Song Yan just took off his jeans, revealing a pair of straight legs. His legs are very long and strong, and the muscles in the calf can be faintly felt, and the contours are very good-looking.

and……

Yan Zhuo opened his eyes unconsciously, thinking: Song Tianxian is very talented, except for the length of his legs, some parts... are really big.

The hot spring clubhouse is divided into indoor and outdoor, and the indoor is quite ordinary, similar to a large water amusement park.

Outdoor is very characteristic. Because of the location, it snows almost every day in winter. So the snowflakes rustled and fell, forming a snow hot spring.

It was too cold outside, even with a bath towel on, Yan Zhuo was still froze, and his upper and lower teeth were chattering.

Not to mention that Song Yan is not a human being, in this situation where he is standing in the extremely cold place shirtless, he can still walk slowly and slowly without even blinking his eyes.

It was not easy to bring the blind stick in the hot spring, so Yan Zhuo had to help him and follow his pace.

When he reached the hot spring pool, Yan Zhuo, who had been shivering for a long time, hurriedly jumped into the hot spring water, only to feel the warmth of his whole body. He greeted Song Yan: "Come down, it's so warm in here."

Yan Zhuo looked at the sign on the next bank, 40 degrees. The water temperature is just right.

After Song Yan went into the water, he leaned against the pool and closed his eyes, ignoring his thoughts.

Yan Zhuogan stayed bored, picked up a puddle of water with his feet, drew a curve in the air, and threw it...to Song Yan's face.

Yan Zhuo covered his mouth.

This is his foot wash.

Song Yan opened his eyes and glanced in his direction with a sad face.

"..."

"Bored?" Song Yan asked.

Yes yes yes. Yan Zhuo said: "It's very boring, let's chat for a while."

"What are you talking about?"

"whatever."

Song Yan: "That's nothing to talk about."

Yan Zhuo quickly changed his words: "Then let's talk about you." After speaking, he felt that something was wrong, "You definitely don't want to talk."

"Then... talk to me?" Yan Zhuo said, "But I have nothing to talk about."

Song Yan was speechless. It was him who said that he was chatting, and he was the one who said that there was nothing to talk about. He said everything, and it was still boring.

Song Yan closed her eyes again, returned to her dead body, and said, "Then stop talking, it's good for you to ask yourself."

Yan Zhuo was dissatisfied by him, and deliberately stabbed him on the shoulder. It seems to be provocative, saying that you have the ability to hit me.

Song Yan snorted, her arms resting lazily on the edge of the pond, not having the same knowledge as him.

Yan Zhuo felt bored when he saw that he ignored him. Taking it to heart, he reached out and scratched his itch again.

Song Yankuai was annoyed by his childish behavior, grabbed his arm and said, "Stop making trouble."

The bottom of the pond was very slippery. Yan Zhuo's center of gravity was unsteady when he grabbed him like this. He plunged into the water with a "thump" and hit his head on Song Yan's chest.

Song Yan groaned, Yan Zhuo almost drank the hot spring water, because he was afraid, he tightly wrapped his arms around Song Yan's neck. Leaning on Song Yan, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Is it still skin?"

The voice came from overhead, and Yan Zhuo's eyes twitched.

"Death." Song Yan said.

Yan Zhuo didn't care about his sarcasm.

uh... this touch...

He glanced under them.

It's too...too...too close...to...

He could even feel the rhythm of the pulse below him.

Yan Zhuo's throat tightened and he couldn't breathe.Seeing that Xiaoyan Zhuo also had a tendency to stand up, he was startled, hurriedly loosened Song Yan's neck, and stepped back a hundred and eight thousand miles.