The broad palm was like a branding iron; each inch of skin it brushed across left an extraordinary burning sensation.
Lu Xinyue clenched her fists tightly, biting back the trembling in her chest. But there were certain things she couldn't suppress, like the blush that stained her fair cheeks and the glow spreading across her chest.
"Aren't you worried Fang Minhui might walk in, boss…"
To the side, Ji Ya noticed Lu Xinyue's flustered state and silently felt a pang of sympathy for her.
"Xinyue, do you really believe the boss brought you here just to be a translator? If so, you're far too innocent. But I hope you're mentally prepared…"
Shen Yuan pretended as though nothing was out of the ordinary—after all, if you didn't indulge yourself in a place like this hot spring, wouldn't that be a waste?
It would be irresponsible in this natural haven—toward Fang Minhui, Ji Ya, and the others alike.
