After helping him put on his swimming cap with great difficulty, Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. The bathroom door was closed. In the shower room, Director Zheng put the refrigerator in place and reported: "The temperature inside has dropped to 16 degrees and is still dropping. Captain Fu can go in if he is ready. After entering, give me a signal and I will start the timer."
Fu Nanli reached out to untie the belt of his nightgown, and Wen Qiao immediately turned around.
The rustling sound of fabrics seemed to ring in her ears, and a nightgown with his body temperature was thrown on her shoulders: "Take it."
The smell of tobacco mixed with the special smell of male hormones penetrated her nose, and Wen Qiao felt a little tormented.
Soon I heard the sound of water falling from the shower head.
Director Zheng's voice rang out: "The temperature inside shows zero. Has Captain Fu started yet?"
"start."
The timer was ticking in this confined space. Wen Qiao caught a glimpse of Director Zheng from the corner of her eye and whispered, "How long will it take?"
"Zero degrees, cold water for five minutes."
Wen Qiao's eyes widened: "Cold water?"
Director Zheng chuckled: "Of course, how else can it be called a low temperature resistance test?"
Wen Qiao instinctively looked back. The lower half of the shower room was made of frosted glass, while the upper half was transparent glass. The cold water rushed down on his head, and his muscles were vaguely visible. They were not the big muscles that were trained in the gym, but very smooth and graceful lines that came from practicing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.
He is like a work of art, displayed in a transparent glass cabinet, like a god, and people can only watch him from afar.
Five minutes seemed very long. The man stood under the shower like a statue, not moving at all.
There was no water vapor inside, obviously the temperature had dropped to freezing point. She shuddered instantly as she imagined jumping into ice water in the cold winter.
With a click, Director Zheng pressed the timer: "Captain Fu, time is up."
When Wen Qiao saw the man turning off the shower and about to come out, she quickly turned around and came behind her with a cold and wet body. She could feel his breathing becoming rapid due to the cold. His cold fingers fell on her shoulders and picked up her nightgown.
A clear voice came: "You are dressed now, you can turn around."
Wen Qiao turned around and saw the man's slender fingers slowly tying the straps. He reached out and casually pulled off his swimming cap. His slightly wet hair drooped down, looking sexy and lazy.
Director Zheng took his blood pressure and said, "The resting blood pressure is not higher than 18.4/11.7 kPa (138/88 mm), which is acceptable. I will leave now."
Wen Qiao wanted to retreat with Director Zheng, but the man grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the wall.
"Why don't you dare look?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
Wen Qiao whispered, "We haven't reached that point yet."
"To what extent?"
"Just holding hands."
Be conservative.
"Holding hands? How long have we been dating?" As they talked, their breaths entangled, and Wen Qiao felt a little distracted.
"We've been talking for a year."
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's been a year, and we've only just started holding hands?"
What kind of innocent love is this
Wen Qiao was a little anxious: "Because I am still young, you are more gentlemanly."
Oh my god, how many more lies will she tell
"How old are you?" His slender fingers wandered over her cheeks, and finally gently pinched her chin. Her skin was so smooth that he couldn't let it go.
"nineteen."
The man sighed: "So small?"
He seemed a bit beastly.
Wen Qiao nodded obediently: "Fate is something that cannot be stopped. Love knows no age."
"How did you meet?"
(End of this chapter)