Chapter 11: Pure love

Chapter 11 Pure Love
After finally helping him put on his swimming cap, Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. The bathroom door was closed, and Director Zheng placed the refrigerator in the shower room. The report reported: "The temperature inside has dropped to 16 degrees, and it continues to drop. If Captain Fu is ready, you can go in. After you go in, give me a signal and I will start timing."
Fu Nanli reached out and pulled the lace of his nightgown, and Wen Qiao immediately turned around.
The rubbing of the rustling clothes seemed to ring in her ears, and a nightgown with his body temperature was thrown onto her shoulder: "Take it."
The smell of tobacco mixed with special male hormones penetrated into her nose, and Wen Qiao felt a little tormented.
Soon I heard the sound of the flowers falling down.
Director Zheng's voice sounded: "It shows that the temperature is zero, has Captain Fu started?"
"Start."
The timer clicked in this confined space, Wen Qiao caught a glimpse of Director Zheng from the corner of his eyes, and whispered: "How long will it take?"
"It's zero degrees, rinse with cold water for five minutes."
Wen Qiao's eyes widened: "Cold water?"
Director Zheng chuckled softly: "Of course, otherwise can it be called a low temperature test?"
Wen Qiao instinctively looked back. The lower half of the shower room is made of frosted glass, and the upper half is made of transparent glass. The cold water rushes down, and his muscles can be vaguely seen. They are not the big guys trained in the gym. They are very smooth and beautiful. The lines of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.
In this way, he is like a work of art, displayed in a transparent glass cabinet, like a god, people only dare to look far away.
Five minutes seemed very long. The man stood still under the shower like a statue.
There was no water vapor in it. Obviously the temperature had dropped to freezing point. Imagine jumping into the ice water in a cold winter, and she was instantly excited.
With a click, Director Zheng pressed the timer: "Captain Fu, the time is up."
Wen Qiao saw that the man turned off the sprinkler and was about to come out. He quickly turned around and came behind her with a chill and damp body. She could feel his rapid breathing because of the cold, and cold fingers fell on him. On her shoulders, picked up the nightgown.
Qingyue's voice came: "After you wear it, you can turn around."
Wen Qiao turned around, and the man's slender fingers were slowly tying up the laces, and he reached out and tore off the swimming cap at will. The slightly wet hair fell down, and lazy.
Director Zheng measured his blood pressure and dictated: "The calm blood pressure did not exceed 18.4/11.7 kPa (138/88 mm). It shows that it is qualified, then I will go out first."
Wen Qiao wanted to retreat with Director Zheng, but the man grabbed his wrist and pressed it against the wall.
"Why don't you dare to look?" His eyes were somewhat teasing.
Wen Qiao whispered: "We are not there yet."
"Where is it?"
"It's just holding hands."
Be conservative.
"Hand in hand? How long have we talked?" As they spoke, Wen Qiao was a little bit contemplative.
"Talking for a year."
Fu Nanli squinted her eyes slightly: "It's been a year before I only held hands?"
What kind of pure love in elementary school chicken style is this?
Wen Qiao was anxious: "Because I am still young, you are more gentleman."
My mother, how many lies does she have to tell?
"How old?" The slender fingers wandered on her cheeks, and finally gently pinched her chin, the skin was so smooth that he couldn't put it down.
"Nineteen."
The man gave a soft tut: "So small?"
It seemed that he was a little beast.
Wen Qiao nodded obediently: "Fate can't stop this kind of thing. Love is regardless of age."
"How did you meet?"
(End of this chapter)