Zhao Tian smiled and began untying the sash of his outer robes.
"Good evening, Master."
"Don't 'good evening' me." Yan Zijin immediately raised her hand, water dripping from her fingers.
"How many times have I told you not to barge in while I'm bathing, you shameless disciple?"
He continued removing his clothes without pause.
The outer robe slipped from his shoulders, followed by the inner layer, until he stood bare-chested at the spring's edge.
His white hair caught the last light of evening as he stepped down into the water.
The warm spring closed around him. He exhaled softly in satisfaction and moved closer without any hesitation.
Yan Zijin's eyes narrowed and she shifted slightly, creating a small distance between them, but the spring was not large enough for her to escape completely.
"I came to visit my Master," Zhao Tian said lightly, sinking deeper until the water reached his chest.
"Is that a crime?"
