Finally helped him put on the swimming cap, Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, the door of the bathroom was closed, the shower room, Director Zheng put the refrigerator away, and reported: "The temperature inside has dropped to sixteen degrees, and it continues to drop, Captain Fu can go in if he is ready, give me a signal after entering, and I will start the timer." ”

Fu Nanli reached out and pulled the tie of the nightgown, and Wen Qiao immediately turned around.

The rustling sound of clothes rubbing seemed to ring in her ears, and a nightgown with his body temperature was thrown on her shoulder: "Take it." ”

The smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of special male hormones penetrated the tip of her nose, and Wen Qiao felt a little tormented.

Soon the sound of falling water from the shower was heard.

Director Zheng's voice sounded: "The temperature inside shows that the temperature is zero, has Captain Fu started?" ”

"Let's go."

The timer clicked in this confined space, and Wen Qiao caught a glimpse of Director Zheng out of the corner of his 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 softly: "Of course, otherwise can it still be called a low-temperature resistance test?" ”

Wen Qiao instinctively looked back, the lower half of the shower was frosted glass, and the upper half was transparent glass, and the cold water was rushing down, and his muscles were faintly visible.

In this way, he is like a work of art, displayed in a transparent glass case, like a god, so that people only dare to look at it from afar.

Five minutes seemed like a long time, and the man stood like a statue, under the shower, motionless.

There was no water vapor in it at all, and obviously the temperature had dropped to freezing, imagining jumping into the icy water in the bitter winter, she was instantly excited.

With a click, Director Zheng pressed the timer: "Captain Fu, it's time." ”

Wen Qiao saw that the man turned off the shower and was about to come out, so he quickly turned around again, and came behind her with a cold and wet body, she could feel his breathing that became rapid because of the cold, and his cold fingers fell on her shoulder, and he picked up the nightgown.

Qing Yue's voice came: "Dressed, you can turn around." ”

Wen Qiao turned around, the man's slender fingers were slowly tying the lacing, reaching out and tearing off the swimming cap at random, his slightly wet hair hanging down, sexy and lazy.

Director Zheng measured his blood pressure and dictated: "The calm blood pressure does not exceed 18.4/11.7 kPa (138/88 mm), and the show is qualified, then I will go out first." ”

Wen Qiao wanted to retreat behind Director Zheng, but was grabbed by the wrist by the man and pressed against the wall.

"Why don't you dare to look at it?" There was a hint of ridicule in his gaze.

Wen Qiao whispered, "We're not there yet. ”

"To what point?"

"Just holding hands."

Be conservative.

"Hand in hand? How long have we been talking? As they spoke, the two of them breathed entangled, and Wen Qiao was a little uneasy.

"We've been talking about it for a year."

Fu Nanli squinted slightly: "It's been a year, and it's only time to hold hands?" ”

What kind of innocent love is this elementary school chicken?

Wen Qiao was a little anxious: "Because I'm still young, you're a gentleman." ”

Mother, how many lies does she have to tell?

"How old are you?" Slender fingers roamed over her cheeks, and finally pinched her chin, her skin so smooth that he couldn't put it down.

"Nineteen."

The man snorted softly: "So small? ”

He seems to be a bit of a beast.

Wen Qiao nodded obediently: "Fate can't stop this kind of thing, love knows no age." ”

"How did you meet?"