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Lu Yao blushed slightly. Although she and Fu Ciyan were already very close, this was the first time they had ever been so intimately soaking in a hot spring in the wild.

Fu Ciyan noticed her shyness, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

He didn't urge him, but instead took off his coat and boots, wearing only simple trousers and a vest, walked to the edge of the pool, and stepped into the water first.

Warm spring water washed over his ankles and calves.

He sighed contentedly, turned around, leaned against the rock by the pool, and reached out his hand to Lu Yao: "Get down, it's very comfortable, you won't be cold."

His natural and relaxed posture greatly relieved Lu Yao's tension.

She took a deep breath, quickly took off her outer clothes, leaving only her underwear, wrapped herself in a large bath towel, and then carefully stepped into the water along the stone steps by the pool.

The water temperature was just right, slightly higher than body temperature, instantly enveloping the body. The warmth spread from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, dispelling all the chill and making one unable to help but let out a comfortable sigh.

"Wow, this feels so good." Lu Yao placed the bath towel on the edge of the pool and immersed her entire body in the water, leaving only her shoulders and head exposed.

Fu Ciyan looked at her squinting eyes like a lazy kitten and smiled.

He moved closer to her, getting even closer.

"Are you tired?" Fu Ciyan reached out, scooped up some water, and gently poured it on her shoulders and neck to help her relax her muscles.

Lu Yao shook her head, leaned against the smooth stone wall, and looked up at the starry sky peeking through the leaves. "This place is so beautiful!"

"Hmm." Fu Ciyan also looked up. The stars were scattered across the sky like shattered diamonds, and the Milky Way was faintly visible. It was a sight that could never be seen in the city.

Fu Ciyan gently wrapped his arm around her waist underwater, pulling her closer to him, and the two of them pressed even closer together in the warm spring water.

He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, his voice low and carrying the steam of the hot spring, reaching her ear:

"Is it alright to complete the mission here?"

Lu Yao's face flushed red again, and she instinctively tried to shrink back, but he held her tightly.

"You, you're joking, right?" Lu Yao's voice was barely audible, filled with embarrassment and panic.

Fu Ciyan chuckled softly, the sound resonating in his chest and transmitted to her through their close bodies: "The water temperature here is just right, the environment is private, and..."

He stepped back slightly, his deep eyes locking onto her: "I want you here, Yaoyao."

Straightforward words are like pebbles thrown into a lake, creating ripples.

Lu Yao's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

Fu Ciyan didn't urge her, but waited patiently, his fingers gently caressing her waist, teasing her senses.

The surrounding area was a quiet mountain forest, with only the chirping of insects and the soft gurgling of the hot spring.

The moonlight shone down, and the starlight danced on the water's surface.

This secluded and romantic setting, like an invisible net, ensnared all her reason.

She bit her lower lip, her eyelashes trembled, and finally nodded gently.

Fu Ciyan's eyes suddenly darkened, like thick ink that couldn't be dissolved.

Without further hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her.

On the way back, Lu Yao was dozing off on Fu Ciyan's broad back. Her eyes were half closed, her cheek pressed against his warm neck, and her breath filled with his cool and pleasant scent.

Fu Ciyan walked steadily, carrying her on his back along the quiet forest path, supporting her firmly with one hand and holding a lamp in the other.

Fu Ciyan felt the person on his back breathing gradually become even and long. He turned his head slightly and gently touched the back of her hand that was resting on his shoulder with his cheek, a gesture full of tenderness.

Back at the camp, the campfire had been completely extinguished, leaving only a few dark red embers.

Fu Ciyan subconsciously looked in the direction where Zhou Jinlu was, and saw a little scarlet in the darkness, where someone was smoking, but because the light was too dim, he could not tell who it was.

He didn't pay much attention, gently placing Lu Yao into the sleeping bag in the tent, adjusting her position, and covering her up.

Lu Yao only groaned vaguely when she was moved, rubbed against the lining of her sleeping bag, and quickly fell into a deep sleep again.

Fu Ciyan quickly tidied himself up, then crawled into his sleeping bag and pulled the other person back into his arms.

Lu Yao instinctively snuggled deeper into his warm and firm embrace, finding the most comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the darkness, the crimson light flickered a few times before finally going out completely.

Zhou Jinlu stubbed out his cigarette and stood alone in the shadows outside the tent, recalling the scene he had just witnessed.

This is actually quite normal. Fu Ciyan and Lu Yao are still in the process of getting married through a walking marriage, so it's perfectly reasonable for anything to happen.

On the contrary, his unbalanced emotions made him feel somewhat unfamiliar.

He tried to suppress his inner turmoil with reason, but found it didn't seem to work. He smoothed his hair and lit another cigarette.

*

The next day, when Lu Yao was woken up by Fu Ciyan, it was still dark outside the tent.

She drowsily curled up in her sleeping bag, unwilling to come out, and mumbled, "What time is it?"

"The sun is about to rise. You can continue sleeping if you don't want to watch it."

Upon hearing the words "sunrise," Lu Yao struggled to peek out of her sleeping bag, her eyes not yet fully open: "I want to see!"

Fu Ciyan chuckled and handed her the warmed coat: "Put this on, it's cold outside."

Lu Yao quickly put on her coat, then wrapped herself in a blanket, and followed Fu Ciyan out of the tent.

The lakeside was chilly in the early morning; dew dampened the grass, and the air was so crisp and refreshing.

As the first hint of dawn appeared on the horizon, the lake was shrouded in a thin morning mist, resembling a fairyland.

The campsite of Zhou Jinlu on the opposite bank was quiet, and it seemed that no one had gotten up yet.

Fu Ciyan pulled Lu Yao to sit down on a dry rock by the lake and handed her a thermos filled with warm water.

He then took out a small stove and started boiling water to prepare some breakfast.

The two sat side by side, waiting for the sun to rise.

As dawn broke, the mist on the lake began to drift, and the eastern horizon was first tinged with a light golden hue, then turned orange-red, the colors growing increasingly intense, like an overturned palette.

Finally, a dazzling golden edge pierced through the clouds, and the sun slowly peeked out.

A blinding golden light instantly bathed the lake's surface, dispelling the last wisps of mist and turning the entire world into a dazzling gold.

Lu Yao held her breath, watching this magnificent scene.

The sunlight shone on her face, warm and comforting, dispelling the chill of the morning.

Fu Ciyan did not watch the sunrise; his gaze fell on Lu Yao's profile, which was illuminated by the morning light and the lake's reflection.

Those ever-bright eyes were now filled with amazement and joy, sparkling and more captivating than any sunrise.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and gently rub her cheek with his fingertips.

Lu Yao turned her head and met his focused gaze. She paused for a moment, then blushed slightly: "Watching the sunrise, huh? Why are you looking at me?"

"You are more beautiful than the sunrise," Fu Ciyan said frankly.

Lu Yao's heart skipped a beat. She glared at him reproachfully, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.

She turned her head back to continue watching the sunrise, but her hand quietly reached out and grasped Fu Ciyan's hand, which was resting on his knee.

Fu Ciyan grasped it with his other hand, their fingers intertwined.