Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

Winter at the mountaintop hot spring villa.

It snowed all day and didn't stop until evening.

The bamboo forest was bent low under the weight of the snow, its branches and leaves covered with a thick layer of white. In the distance, the mountains stretched out in a silvery blanket.

The villa is hidden halfway up the mountain, very secluded, with only one road leading in.

A few stone lanterns in the courtyard cast a dim yellow light, illuminating two lines of footprints on the snow.

Su Jingsheng, wrapped in a white bathrobe, walked barefoot on the wooden floor and ran to the window to look outside.

"The snow is so thick." She turned around, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling.

Bo Jinghuai stood behind her, wearing only a dark gray bathrobe with the belt loosely tied, revealing a small patch of skin on his chest.

He was holding two glasses of mulled wine and handed one to her.

"Warm it up first."

Su Jingsheng took it, took a small sip, and found it sweet with the aroma of orange and cinnamon.

"It tastes good." She squinted her eyes.

Bo Jinghuai stared at her lips, which were stained with wine. He raised his hand, rubbed a little wine stain off the corner of her mouth with his thumb, and then put it in his own mouth and smacked his lips.

"It tastes pretty good."

Su Jingsheng blushed and nudged him, "What about your own cup?"

Bo Jinghuai laughed, tilted his head back, and drank his gulp.

Fine snow began to fall outside the window, drifting down in a flurry.

Su Jingsheng leaned against the window, watching the snowflakes fall.

Her bathrobe was loose at the collar, revealing half of her snow-white collarbone, and a few strands of hair fell down beside her face.

Bo Jinghuai wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"Are you cold?"

"It's not cold, it's very warm inside."

"How about we go to a hot spring?"

Su Jingsheng turned to look at him. "Now?"

"Hmm." Bo Jinghuai pointed to the French windows. "The hot spring is outside, in the open air."

Su Jingsheng glanced at the snow outside, a little hesitant, "Won't I freeze to death?"

Bo Jinghuai chuckled softly, his chest heaving slightly. "The hot spring is forty degrees Celsius. The snow is cold, but the water is hot. Want to give it a try?"

Su Jingsheng thought for a moment, then said, "Alright."

Bo Jinghuai released her and pushed open the French windows.

A cold wind blew in, and Su Jingsheng shrank her neck, but the scene before her made her forget the cold.

The hot spring pool is round and built of black stone. White steam rises from the pool, creating a misty atmosphere that drifts into the night sky.

A few bamboo stalks peeked out from the pond, while the distant mountains were only outlines, silent in the night.

Bo Jinghuai stepped into the pool first, the water reaching his waist. He turned around and reached out to her.

"Get down."

Su Jingsheng took off her bathrobe and draped it over the bamboo chair next to her, revealing the halter swimsuit underneath. The thin straps were tied into a bow at the back, and a small patch of skin was exposed on her waist.

She carefully stepped into the water, and Bo Jinghuai took her hand and pulled her into his arms.

The snow fell on her hair, cool and melting quickly, while her body soaked in hot water, feeling warm and cozy.

Bo Jinghuai put his arm around her waist and let her lean against his chest. He leaned against the pool wall and looked up at the sky.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, landing around them and on the bamboo leaves by the pond.

"Is it pretty?" he asked.

Su Jingsheng nodded and buried her face in his neck. "Beautiful."

He raised his hand and cupped her small face in his hands.

Her cheeks were flushed pink from the heat, and her eyelashes were slightly misty.

He ran his thumb across her lips and gently pressed them.

Su Jingsheng blinked, and Bo Jinghuai lowered his head to kiss her.

He took her upper lip into his mouth, sucked on it gently, and traced the outline of her lips with the tip of his tongue.

Su Jingsheng tilted her head back and put both hands on his shoulders.

The water rippled gently, spreading out in concentric circles.

Bo Jinghuai released her lips, kissed her down her cheek, past her earlobe, past her chin, and finally buried his face in her neck, his tongue pressing against her throbbing veins.

Su Jingsheng gripped his shoulder tightly with her fingers, "It itches..."

Bo Jinghuai didn't stop; instead, he sucked on that spot of skin, leaving a faint mark.

He looked up and stared into her eyes; in the steamy air, her gaze was somewhat hazy.

"Sheng Sheng," he called to her.

"Um?"

"Help me untie the belt of my bathrobe, it's uncomfortable."

Su Jingsheng looked down. The belt around his waist was soaking in the water, floating loosely. She reached out and gently pulled it.

The gray bathrobe floated on the water's surface, and he casually tossed it onto the edge of the pool.

His bare chest was right in front of her, water droplets sliding down the grooves of his muscles. He had broad shoulders and a firm waist and abdomen, every inch of which exuded strength.

Su Jingsheng blushed even more and looked away.

Bo Jinghuai took her hand and pressed it against his chest. "Can you feel it?"

Beneath her palm, his heart was pounding, each beat striking her fingers.

Su Jingsheng nodded.

"It's like this every time I see you."

Su Jingsheng pursed her lips, then suddenly leaned in and kissed him on the chest.

Bo Jinghuai stiffened. She looked up at him, her eyes both innocent and alluring. "How about this?"

Bo Jinghuai stared at her for two seconds, then chuckled softly, "Sheng Sheng, you've gone astray."

"I learned it from you."

Bo Jinghuai didn't say anything more, but picked her up and let her sit on his lap.

The water reached her chest, her toes barely touching the surface. Her milky-white swimsuit was soaked through, outlining her undulating curves and thin straps…

Su Jingsheng reached out, but he grabbed her wrist instead. "Don't block me, let me..."

The snow fell on his head and melted quickly; she caught a wisp of his hair with her fingers.

Snow piled up thicker and thicker on the bamboo leaves by the pond, and distant mountains were hidden in the night. Only in this small space did the warmth of the air rise.

But nobody felt cold.

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