On the February Mountains, the cold plum blossoms are still in full bloom, the waterfalls and ice springs of Jiuhua Mountain are melted by the warm sun, the green mountains stand thousands of miles high, and the natural water flows thousands of feet in the air.
I picked up the skirt of the fire lotus, tied the bark of the old tree under my feet, and followed several senior fellow apprentices as they flew down from the coniferous pine branches and jumped into the flying spring.
The falling spring in the void was straight up the wall, rushing and pouring. I was swept by the ice spring and flew straight down.
Unlike several senior brothers who stood up angrily, a frightened voice sobbed out from my young throat.
Xia Xuan's figure, as sharp as a wild dragon, flew over and pulled me into her arms. She put her thin lips on my ear and said contemptuously, "Don't play if you're afraid."
Dizzy and angry, I bit Hu Xi's silver teeth on his neck: "You're the one who's afraid."
He smiled sweetly, licking my earlobe with his lips and tongue.
I was inexplicably frightened and tried to break free from his arms. He tightened his arms and leaned closer.