After saying that, he stuffed a set of clothes and a towel into his hands.
"Forgot." The person inside raised his lips slightly, obviously in a good mood.
Wen Qiao muttered quietly: "I can even forget this."
After a while, the wooden door was pushed open, and Fu Nanli walked out barefoot with water dripping from his hair and his shirt unbuttoned. Wen Qiao quickly turned his back to him, "Why don't you put on your clothes properly?"
All I could think about was his powerful eight-pack abs, and my face became very hot.
"It's too hot." He said casually.
Wen Qiao looked back again, and the man was still buttoning his shirt slowly. He had only buttoned two buttons and was about to turn around when Fu Nanli grabbed him and said, "Help me dry my hair."
Wen Qiao was held in his arms and had no choice but to pick up a towel to help him wipe his wet hair. He was too tall and she needed to stand on tiptoe. Fu Nanli put one arm around her waist and supported himself on the wall with the other.
The climate here is hot during the day and cool at night.
A breeze blew through the hall and the heat gradually dissipated.
Fu Nanli bent his legs slightly, Wen Qiao leaned against the wall, and wiped his hair delicately with her fingers.
Her face was flushed and her lips looked like they were dyed with roses. Because of the heat, a few strands of her hair were messy and stuck to her temples with sweat. My nose was filled with the smell of her body, a mixture of milk and a faint fragrance.
Fu Nanli's throat felt sticky and he stared at her lips with a distracted mind.
Lu Youyou was getting bored waiting, and just when she wanted to go in to find Wen Qiao and ask her what she was doing and why she hadn't come out yet, she turned around and vaguely saw the two of them hugging each other, cursing, "Don't single people have human rights? Why do you hurt single people like this? There are always other times when you can show your affection?"
I could only continue squatting on the ground and drawing circles.
In the room, Wen Qiao was already in Fu Nanli's arms and had been kissed until she felt completely limp.
Fu Nanli then let her go and continued buttoning his shirt: "Are you close to that Dong or something?"
Wen Qiao was confused, "Dong Yao?"
"Um."
Wen Qiao was puzzled. Why did they mention Dong Yao for no reason
"The relationship is OK. He is a member of our folk music club."
“Is he reliable?”
Wen Qiao was not sure what he meant specifically, so he nodded and said, "He is a very reliable person."
"Do I have any personal grudge against you?"
Wen Qiao shook his head: "No, not at all."
Fu Nanli's eyes dimmed. If there was no conflict of interest or personal grudge, even if the boy named Dong Yao knew her secret, he would not have gone to so much trouble to plan such a thing.
Therefore, the suspects are still people like Fu Jiang and He Qian.
But will they know Qiao Er's secret
He was at a loss for a moment.
Wen Qiao watched him buttoning his shirt for a long time, his hands moving surprisingly slowly, so he reached out to help him button his shirt.
Fu Nanli's eyes were filled with turmoil, and he grabbed her hand and said, "Don't touch me."
Wen Qiao: "... Didn't I touch you?"
"My fingers touched it."
"Not even a little bit?"
Fu Nanli said in a heavy voice: "No."
Wen Qiao thought, he has too many rules, "Then you should deduct money faster, we still have to catch a plane, it will be too late to arrive in Haicheng."
Fu Nanli's Adam's apple slid up and down: "I'm going to take another shower."
Wen Qiao: …
what happened
Does the young master have mysophobia
So, another person joined the group squatting at the door and drawing circles. Lu Youyou glared at her, "Where's your Mr. Fu? Why didn't he come out with you?"
Wen Qiao was confused: "The person who just took a shower said he wanted to take another shower."
Lu Youyou: "Are you so clean?"
"Who knows him?"
(End of this chapter)