Fubao covered his little face with both hands, peeking out through his fingers, "So shy!"
Feng Qingxue finally understood why Lu Jiang had given her a mysterious smile when she asked him to remind her to bring her swimsuit yesterday.
This guy, he definitely knew about the custom of not wearing swimsuits in hot springs.
If you don’t wear one, so be it. We’re all women here—who’s going to be afraid? It’s not like we have anything to hide.
However, despite talking big, Feng Qingxue still only took off her swimsuit under the water, placing it by the side of the hot spring pool, next to Fubao.
"Fubao, can you watch Mommy’s clothes for me?"
"Okay!" Fubao replied loudly, pointing at the water and saying, "Mommy, it’s warm."
"Although it’s very hot, soaking in a hot spring really feels good. When Fubao is bigger, I’ll bring you to soak in a hot spring," Feng Qingxue said earnestly, getting a nod from Fubao in response.
Feng Qingxue swam back, her hair piled high like a beautiful mermaid.
She could swim; she did the freestyle, flipping gracefully in the water, a beautiful sight with the water merely serving as an accessory to her elegance.
This was an open-air hot spring pool about five or six meters in diameter. No, it should be called a thermal spring—she felt the temperature might be over forty degrees. Several Tibetan women were frolicking happily.
At the same time, you could see the beautiful scenery of the snowy mountains.
Soaking in this hot spring was indeed invigorating and refreshing for both body and mind.
"There’s a spring pond nearby that’s even hotter than this one and it can help with leg pain. The smallest spring pond here is just for one person to bathe in," Basang Zhuoma said as she swam up to Feng Qingxue, looking enviously at her nearly visible perfect body beneath the water, "Your skin is so nice; it’s like the snow on the mountains, like solidified cheese."
After the steam of the hot spring had done its work, her cheeks had a natural blush, and she looked as beautiful as a snow lotus.
Basang Zhuoma thought she was extremely pretty. If she had been born in their tribe, many young men would surely have pursued her. It was a pity she was already married with two lovely children.
Thinking this, Basang Zhuoma glanced at the well-behaved Fubao, who was as pretty as her mother.
Feng Qingxue pursed her lips and smiled, "You have your own beauty, a unique beauty that belongs only to your people. Among your tribe, you must be the most beautiful girl." That kind of healthy, unrestrained exotic charm was something she didn’t have.
Basang Zhuoma was delighted to hear this, and the others also complimented Feng Qingxue on her pleasant way of speaking.
You shouldn’t soak in a hot spring for too long—after about half an hour, Basang Zhuoma and the others began to get out, wrapping themselves in Tibetan robes.
Feng Qingxue followed the host’s lead, quickly drying off and getting dressed after coming up from the water.
Seeing her layering clothes on herself, Basang Zhuoma covered her mouth and laughed, "Our village is nearby. Would you come visit my home tomorrow? I’ll give you a set of my robe, so it’ll be much more convenient for bathing."
Fubao, looking at Basang Zhuoma’s brightly colored Tibetan robe and her dazzling array of ornaments, said, "Sister, you’re so pretty!"
Basang Zhuoma didn’t understand Fubao’s words and turned to Feng Qingxue.
Feng Qingxue translated for her and she couldn’t stop smiling, "That makes me so happy!"
Then she said to Feng Qingxue, "You must come to visit my home, come tomorrow. I’ll ask my father to slaughter a sheep, we’ll treat you to hand-grabbed lamb meat, and we’ll let you try barley wine and butter tea!"
With such warmth and enthusiasm, how could anyone refuse? Ethnic unity was what they hoped to see the most.
Feng Qingxue, who liked making friends, accepted Basang Zhuoma’s invitation and agreed to visit the following day.
... The hot spring water was silky, cleansing the skin. It’s a pity Old Lu couldn’t see this—haha