After Song Zhiqing left, it took a long time for Song Zhiyi to recover from the fear of falling into the water.

Song Zhiyi raised his head and looked at Tang Yuchen, who was standing next to him with an indifferent expression. His voice was trembling: "Thank you, professor."

Tang Yuchen lowered his eyes and looked at Song Zhiyi with wet eyes in distress, feeling as if his heart had been stabbed by a knife.

He leaned down, gently pinched Song Zhiyi's bloodless cheek, and asked distressedly: "Do you still want to continue bathing in the hot spring here?"

Song Zhiyi shook her head subconsciously. She just wanted to go back to the hotel and lie down well.

"Are you okay, Zhiyi?" Zhou Feifei trotted up to Song Zhiyi, frowned at Song Zhiyi's haggard appearance, "Then Song Zhiqing is really cheap."

Song Zhiyi shook her head and said weakly: "I'm fine."

Zhou Feifei raised her head and glanced at Tang Yuchen, whose expression softened a little: "Thank you, Professor, I don't know what I would do if it weren't for you."

Zhou Feifei also lowered her head with some self-reproach. If she had not teased Song Zhiyi so much, maybe the scene just now would not have happened. When she saw Song Zhiyi struggling in the pool, her brain had no time to think, and her legs felt like lead.

It was so heavy that I could only stand there helplessly and call Song Zhiyi loudly.

It wasn't until Tang Yuchen carried Song Zhiyi to the shore that she sat on the shore in a daze, blaming herself for being unable to come to her senses.

"I'll take her back to the hotel first," Tang Yuchen looked at Gu Liyan, who was walking towards here not far away, "you guys take your time."

Zhou Feifei is very worried about Song Zhiyi's current condition: "Professor, how about I take Zhiyi back?"

"It's okay," Tang Yuchen looked at Song Zhiyi and then at Zhou Feifei, "You guys can hang out here slowly, I'll take her back first."

Zhou Feifei wanted to say something else, but then she thought that this would be a great opportunity for the two of them to promote their relationship, so she refused.

Zhou Feifei glanced at Song Zhiyi worriedly, pursed her lips slightly: "Then... I'll trouble the professor."

Song Zhiyi felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained away. She could no longer use her legs at all, let alone being able to stand up and walk.

Tang Yuchen saw her embarrassment, leaned down and asked: "Can't stand up? Then let me carry you over."

"Don't!" Song Zhiyi shook her head vigorously with all her remaining strength.

Tang Yuchen hugged her... didn't this mean that she had to face those alluring abdominal muscles again?

When she thought about it, she had to look at that alluring chest all the way... It wasn't just herself who suffered.

Of course Tang Yuchen didn't know the strange things in Song Zhiyi's heart, and frowned tightly: "Then you can leave by yourself?"

"cannot......"

Song Zhiyi tried to stand up again but still failed. She lowered her eyes in frustration and whispered.

Tang Yuchen pinched his eyebrows with a headache, she was really an awkward little girl.

Tang Yuchen walked up to Song Zhiyi and knelt down: "Come up, I'll carry you."

Song Zhiyi looked at the broad man's back that suddenly appeared in front of her, hesitated slightly, and seemed to have no better plan than this, so she slowly climbed up Tang Yuchen's broad and strong back.

"Hold tighter."

Tang Yuchen said in a hoarse voice.

The girl's soft body was pressed tightly against his body at this moment. He could clearly feel the girl's softness that could still be felt through the thin cloth, and the delicate skin that was not covered by cloth.

Fits closely to his back.

Tang Yuchen felt that there was an unknown fire in his chest, all of which was concentrated in a certain part of his body.

Song Zhiyi could feel Tang Yuchen's body slowly becoming stiff. She felt a little uncomfortable, so she moved, and her soft voice was filled with complaints: "Professor... why is your body so hard?"

Tang Yuchen listened to the girl's soft voice and used his only rationality to force himself to calm down. He suppressed the anger in his abdomen, bit his back teeth, and uttered three words with difficulty: "Don't talk."

Song Zhiyi rested her head on the man's back and felt an indescribable sense of security.

The journey from the hot spring pool to the locker room is very short, only ten minutes is enough. But the ten-minute journey is extremely long and torturous for Tang Yuchen at this moment.

Because Song Zhiyi could not walk, Tang Yuchen could only ask the waiter to take out the clothes from the dressing room and put them into a bag. Tang Yuchen put Song Zhiyi on the bench aside, took the bath towel from the shelf on the side, and wrapped Song Zhiyi

is more stringent.

"Passage, it's okay."

Tang Yuchen wiped Song Zhiyi's hair and comforted Song Zhiyi softly: "I'll give you some water to soak in when we get back to the hotel, okay?"

Song Zhiyi nodded obediently.

Tang Yuchen carried Song Zhiyi on his back again and walked up to the floor of the private room where Song Zhiyi was.

"Key card?"

Song Zhiyi pointed at the bag filled with clothes that Tang Yuchen was carrying: "It's inside the clothes."

Tang Yuchen fumbled around in the bag for a long time before taking out the key card from Song Zhiyi's pocket, and then opened the door.

Tang Yuchen gently put Song Zhiyi on the bed, pulled the quilt and covered her tightly, turned around and went to the bathroom to fill her with bath water.

After leaving the warm spring water, Song Zhiyi suddenly felt cold. She huddled up in a ball in bed, and her hands and feet were completely cold.

Tang Yuchen walked out of the bathroom and saw Song Zhiyi curled up into a small pile. He raised his hand to adjust the temperature of the central air conditioner on the wall next to him to a higher temperature.

"Professor..." Song Zhiyi buried her head in the quilt, her voice muffled, "It's so cold."

Tang Yuchen walked to Song Zhiyi's bedside, slowly squatted down, and comforted her: "The bath water will be ready later, and it will be hot if you make more bubbles."

After Tang Yuchen saw that the bath water was almost empty, he reminded Song Zhiyi to take a bath, but suddenly remembered that Song Zhiyi did not have the strength to walk, and pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

Let him hold her to take a bath...

That will definitely not work.

"Is the bath water ready?"

Tang Yuchen replied: "Okay, can I carry you?"

Song Zhiyi blushed: "No, no need. I can go by myself."

Previously, it was just because she was too frightened that she had no strength at all, but now she has recovered a little.

"good."

Tang Yuchen watched Song Zhiyi move out of bed little by little, still holding the bath towel tightly in her hand. She squatted in front of the suitcase to hold the clothes, and then ran into the bathroom as fast as she could.

Tang Yuchen stood by the bed and looked at Song Zhiyi's behavior of running away, feeling dumbfounded.

In the bathroom, Song Zhiyi was soaking in the warm bathtub, with Tang Yuchen's perfect figure constantly appearing in her mind.

At this time, she was like an "old driver" with a driver's license for more than ten years, with all kinds of indescribable images constantly popping up in her mind.

Stop, stop, stop!

Stop it! Song Zhiyi!

You are still an innocent and lovely little flower of the motherland, you can’t just think about such weird scenes!

Song Zhiyi shook his head, constantly reminding himself not to be tempted by men and not to think about such inappropriate things for children.

After taking a bath, Song Zhiyi felt that she had recovered a lot, and her body gradually relaxed from excessive tension due to shock.

Song Zhiyi walked out of the bathroom with her clothes on, and was fascinated when she saw the back of Tang Yuchen standing outside the balcony door smoking a cigarette.

When Tang Yuchen finished smoking a cigarette and turned around to enter the house, he saw Song Zhiyi standing there motionless.

He frowned and opened the glass door and walked in: "Why don't you go to bed and lie down?"

Song Zhiyi looked at him blankly, standing there motionless: "Professor Tang..."

"Um?"

Song Zhiyi smiled, swallowed back what she was about to say, and changed it to: "Thank you."

She almost said the words "I like you, can you be my boyfriend", but when the words came to her lips, she still didn't have the courage, so she could only swallow them back.

Tang Yuchen chuckled: "If you really want to thank me, I'll just go to bed and lie down."

"oh."

Song Zhiyi nodded obediently, then immediately got into bed and covered herself with a quilt. After a while, she fell into a deep sleep.

Tang Yuchen walked gently to the edge of the bed and looked at Song Zhiyi's sleeping face quietly. Because he had just taken a bath and the indoor air conditioner was turned on relatively high, Song Zhiyi's cheeks were red and her eyelashes were trembling slightly from time to time.

Down.

Tang Yuchen would think of the soft body when he was carrying her just now, and the fire that had been suppressed with great difficulty was ignited again.

In desperation, Tang Yuchen had no choice but to walk into the bathroom and take a cold shower.

...

On the other side, Gu Liyan and Zhou Feifei, who were still in the hot spring pool, also lost most of their mood for bathing in the hot spring because of this incident.

"My aunt," Gu Liyan said with helplessness on her face, "Why do you keep scolding me?"

Ever since Song Zhiyi and Tang Yuchen left, he had been listening to Zhou Feifei constantly scolding that Song Zhiqing.

"Can you tell me if you are angry?" Zhou Feifei was so angry that she splashed the water several times, and all the splashes in the pool splashed on Gu Liyan's face, "I really didn't expect that Song Zhiqing was so outrageous and dared to do this in public.

Bully my Jia Zhiyi!"

Gu Liyan wiped his face helplessly and wiped away all the water stains on his face: "It's quite excessive. How dare you attack in a place like this without fear of killing someone."
To be continued...