It was night-time, at the cold spring of the Cloud Recesses. Lan WangJi’s eyes were closed as he relaxed in the ice-cold water. Suddenly, a voice rang beside his ear, “Lan Zhan.”

“…”

Lan WangJi’s eyes sprang open. Sure enough, he noticed you standing beside the cold spring, a smile on your lips as you slowly stripped out of your clothes, piling them on the ground. Lan Wangji immediately looked away from you, and you could see a hint of red in his ears.