The hot spring pool is small, and the water ripples and surges, like the joy of passion, so full that it cannot be contained or kept down, and overflows uncontrollably.
The spasming and trembling calves pushed out of the pond, leaving blue and red marks on the pebbles. The plum branches were hit violently, and the scattered light red petals fell to the ground.
Chase Rong's black hair was soaked, and was entangled with Asher Gu's already frosty white hair, blending into a gray and silver color that was difficult to distinguish between black and white.
Silver threads lie under the snow, wetting shoulders and back.
The rustling sound gradually rose from the suppressed swallowing, until finally, it was all unbridled and embarrassing cries.
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