The hot springs never sleep.

In the night, the hot spring hotel was dazzling, the leading man met with a purified waitress in a steamy hallway, and she was in a white bathrobe with clear eyes and a little guard, and he was tired of looking for clues all night, and she walked into a secret souphouse, and when she approached her, she was pulling close, she was breathing, she was breathing, and he was trying to stay away, but she was dying to keep his eyes shut in her moist hair, and the sound of the hot spring shrouded her heart.