From the outside, the whole hot spring inn wasn’t large, but in fact it had quite a few hot spring pools, and the pool types were very comprehensive. Liu Zhaoran had anticipated this and had deliberately asked Sakurano Jiyu to help her pick a relatively quiet small pool.

In the hot spring area, quite a few people in swimsuits were coming and going. Liu Zhaoran walked to the section for herself and Song Nanyin and opened the wooden door with the magnetic card. Because of years of being steeped in the steam of the hot spring pool, even the pure wooden door bore traces of decay, giving off the unique herbal scent of the hot spring pool.

Liu Zhaoran kicked off her slippers at the door and stepped barefoot onto the warm cobblestones, seeing the person soaking in the pool water with her back to her. Song Nanyin had been soaking for a while, and her cheeks were faintly flushed.

Her golden hair was casually tied into a bun hanging behind her head. The bun’s shape was very full, of course, because Song Nanyin’s hair volume was astonishing.

Liu Zhaoran had run a rough estimate. She herself didn’t have a hair loss problem, but compared with Song Nanyin, her hair volume was a full 0.4 times less.

The Little Lion had so much hair that every morning when she woke up, that head of golden hair would frizz into chaos. Liu Zhaoran had found it amusing at first, but after seeing it many times, she found it adorable.

She often watched Song Nanyin prop herself up, rub that messy head of hair while standing in front of the mirror and complain about the trouble, then wash her hair with deep reluctance, muttering to herself about wanting to cut it short, all while cherishing that brilliant golden mane of hers.

“Team Leader Song, sorry to keep you waiting.” Liu Zhaoran walked to her side and said softly. Song Nanyin had noticed her arrival as soon as she opened the door. Although she very much wanted to turn her head for a look, hampered by certain “dignity” issues, Song Nanyin didn’t turn around, playing the coolest big sister.

After all, she really was four months older than Liu Zhaoran…

“Who was waiting for you? Shameless.” Song Nanyin leaned against the edge of the hot spring pool and said casually. Then, when she heard no sound from Liu Zhaoran, she thought her tone might have been a bit too much.

She couldn’t help turning her head to look, and saw Liu Zhaoran in the middle of taking off her clothes. Once her bathrobe was pulled away, it turned out she had no bra or panties underneath at all, in a state of complete bareness.

In that instant, Song Nanyin’s mind raced through countless possibilities. For example, the swimsuit didn’t fit, so Liu Zhaoran didn’t wear it? Or maybe she was too anxious to come find her and forgot to put one on?

In her heart, she made up countless excuses for this woman. But then Liu Zhaoran gave her a gentle smile, and Song Nanyin settled on a fact in her heart.

Yeah, this woman, with no reason at all, simply didn’t, want, to, wear them. And in this completely bare state, she had walked all the way downstairs from their room…

“Hey, you. Have some decency, okay? How can you not even wear a bra or panties?” Song Nanyin looked at Liu Zhaoran speechlessly, increasingly convinced that everyone except herself was blind.

How had they all been fooled by Liu Zhaoran into treating her as a goddess of abstinence.

“Team Leader Song, the discovery of hot springs has many stories. Quite a few hot spring sources were discovered by primitive people. They were used to soaking in hot springs naked. That’s humanity’s most primitive posture, and also the most comfortable. Since soaking in a hot spring is for relaxation, why wear swimsuits that bind you?”

Liu Zhaoran spoke seriously, her tone as if she were discussing an academic thesis. Looking at the sincerity in her eyes, Song Nanyin didn’t know how to argue for a moment. Fine, she conceded…

“Alright, then hurry up and get in.” Song Nanyin shifted to the side and, carried by the water pressure, easily “floated” to the other end. Liu Zhaoran watched, then slowly moved closer, but instead of getting in, she sat at the edge and placed both feet into the pool water.

Liu Zhaoran’s legs were slender and straight. Song Nanyin had seen them before; this woman’s calves were especially beautiful. There was no extra flesh on her legs, and when they tensed, fine long muscle lines appeared. Her ankles were slender and sharply defined, and her Achilles tendons were gorgeous.

At some point, this woman had painted her toenails azure blue. Her fair, tender feet were dotted with a glossy polish like blue-green auroras, soaking in the warm yellow pool water with a strange beauty.

Like a peacock feather placed in colored glass, its splendor on full display.

“Why don’t you soak in?” Song Nanyin glanced at Liu Zhaoran’s swaying little feet, then turned her head back with some unease. She felt she’d been a little strange lately, always catching herself staring blankly at Liu Zhaoran at every turn.

Song Nanyin might be slow in certain ways, but she was no fool. She understood that her feelings toward Liu Zhaoran had changed somehow. Maybe this change had been going on for a while, but she… didn’t really want to control it.

Humans are creatures with an extremely strong need for dependence. Especially at one’s most helpless moment, when you meet someone who offers you help, you habitually grow dependent on them. Of course, besides that sense of dependence, Song Nanyin also couldn’t deny that with Liu Zhaoran, the longer they spent together, the more she found she was actually quite good.

“My body can’t stand temperatures that are too hot, so I need to adapt first. Am I disturbing you here? I’ll go to the other side.” Having said that, Liu Zhaoran stood up, walked to the other side of the hot spring pool, and sat down at the edge.

That was lifting a rock only to drop it on her own foot. The reason Song Nanyin had said that just now was because she felt Liu Zhaoran sitting naked beside her was a bit… a bit too provocative. And now that the woman had moved to the opposite side, the “area” Song Nanyin could see was even larger.

The woman gently swayed her legs, lightly stirring the water’s surface. On her excessively fair skin, only the thin patch of black at the junction of her thighs was the most striking touch of color. It protected the secret place beneath, and precisely because it couldn’t be seen, it instead stirred up a little fantasy in Song Nanyin’s heart.

Liu Zhaoran’s skin was so nice. And besides, this woman’s scent seemed… even more fragrant?

“Team Leader Song, I’m coming in.” While Song Nanyin was lost in her muddled thoughts with her head lowered, that woman’s voice drifted over from the opposite side. Song Nanyin had no time to respond before Liu Zhaoran slid into the pool water.

Her arrival sent a ripple spreading across the water, floating and bobbing over.

“Team Leader Song, it’s a bit hot in here. Do you find it comfortable?” Liu Zhaoran spoke again. Song Nanyin was about to answer when she found her throat terribly hoarse. She had to clear her throat, also pulling her muddled thoughts back on track.

Warmth makes one sink into it, so that must be why her body felt so soft… soft to the point of numbness.

“I’m fine. Maybe it’s because I haven’t soaked in a long time. It’s actually quite comfortable.” Song Nanyin let her body float in the water pressure, every pore, even her fingers and toes, utterly relaxed.

This was an open-air hot spring. A few drifting leaves could be seen on the artificial rockery beside it. In the distance, the mountain forest was visible, and around her ears were the voices of guests from the other hot spring pools.

It wasn’t quiet here, but this different kind of clamor actually made it easier to relax.

“As long as Team Leader Song likes it. I think it’s pretty nice too.” As she spoke, Liu Zhaoran tilted her head slightly and rested it gently on Song Nanyin’s shoulder.

It was a very intimate gesture. Between close girlfriends it wouldn’t be strange, but Song Nanyin knew very well that this gesture between her and Liu Zhaoran wasn’t the girlfriend kind, nor was it something that should exist between them. Song Nanyin’s instant tensing and stiffness made Liu Zhaoran find it a little amusing.

“Has Team Leader Song heard? After soaking in a hot spring, the body becomes especially relaxed. So in the middle of a soak, doing some exercises to soothe the meridians and invigorate the circulation seems like a very good idea.”

“What are you trying to do now? I’m telling you, if you want to do it, go back to the room. There are people all around here.”

Song Nanyin wasn’t completely ignorant of these things. Having been around Liu Zhaoran for so long, through constant exposure she could more or less understand her hints. The two of them had done it many times, and Song Nanyin had lost her initial bashfulness.

But… this was a hot spring, the open-air kind at that, with other strangers just a wall and a door away. This environment made Song Nanyin feel extremely unsafe. What if someone found out?

“But I feel really into it here. Or is it that Team Leader Song feels she can’t muster her strength here? Come to think of it, has that place of yours been soaked soft?”

Liu Zhaoran was already very close, and her hands moved with practiced skill. Song Nanyin felt the hand that had been in the water reach over, quickly and precisely stroking the junction of her thighs.

Song Nanyin’s swimsuit was a one-piece style, very form-fitting, so Liu Zhaoran could find the key spot in one go. She had expected the familiar softness there, never imagining it would be taut and standing. That little part pressed against the swimsuit, pushing it into a faint outline.

“So Team Leader Song was hiding it this deep. It’s already hard here.” Liu Zhaoran laughed very softly, but Song Nanyin felt that soft laugh was full of mockery. Fine, she had no idea what was going on with that thing either. Either way, it was definitely Liu Zhaoran’s fault.

This damn woman, her scent was so thick today…

“I… how would I know? It’s all your fault. Can’t you feel it yourself? Your scent, there’s so much of it.” Song Nanyin felt a tightness in her chest. She didn’t know whether it was because she’d been soaking in the hot spring too long, or because she was being pressed down by Liu Zhaoran’s presence.

The air was filled with this woman’s scent, strongest around her neck. Her body was loosely held in Liu Zhaoran’s embrace, her sensitive spot rubbed by that hand. Song Nanyin gazed dazedly at Liu Zhaoran’s slender neck. It had reddened there, and the red showing through the white was beautiful.

On the line of her neck, that eye-catching mole gleamed into view. Song Nanyin had long felt that the mole on Liu Zhaoran’s neck was alluring, red, small and round.

Liu Zhaoran always liked to tilt her head back before climax. At those moments, the line of her neck stretched long, above the muscles of her neck. That little mole rose and fell with her breathing, veiled in sweat, sexy as hell.

Song Nanyin was too embarrassed to say it, and she would never let Liu Zhaoran know that several times when they were doing it, just looking at the little mole on Liu Zhaoran’s neck was enough to bring her to climax. She would secretly bury her head and lick it. This special preference of hers had never been discovered. She was a little cat stealing a taste.

“Team Leader Song really knows how to argue. Clearly you’re the one who wants it, yet you blame it on me. Let’s do it right here, okay? I’m already feeling it.”

Liu Zhaoran looked over with languid brows and eyes, the weight of her whole body pressing lightly down. Song Nanyin felt her take her hand and guide it toward below her body. She immediately touched a liquid different from the hot spring pool water. There was a lot of it, and it was very hot.

“But… mm… don’t…” Song Nanyin wanted to say more, desire and reason weighing in the balance. But at that moment, Liu Zhaoran suddenly turned her head and bit gently at the back of her neck.

Song Nanyin’s whole body trembled. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. When Liu Zhaoran bit her there, her whole body turned scorching hot, as if some switch had been triggered.

Everything around her was wet. Even her eyes turned dewy, as if a heavy rain had fallen inside them. Song Nanyin was a fish in the rain, slapped onto the sand by the waves. She floundered desperately, wanting to return to the sea, to draw the oxygen and wetness she needed to survive.

But Liu Zhaoran seized her tail, not letting her run, not letting her live.

Under the deliberately released pheromones of a High-Rank Omega, an Alpha like Song Nanyin, who had only just differentiated, had absolutely no power to resist.

What’s more, just moments ago, she had already been imprinted by her.