Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

"The water temperature has been adjusted, come in quickly."

Through a layer of frosted glass, dense water vapor enveloped Lin Qiuran inside.

Zhao Qichen felt a little shy in his heart.

"Come... come..."

The already narrow bathroom seemed even more crowded because of Zhao Qichen's entry.

With Lin Qiuran's help, Zhao Qichen took off his upper body clothes.

Zhao Qichen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, Xiaopang had exposed the fat on his stomach before, so he stepped up his time to make a surprise figure management, otherwise, he would be ashamed to show it in front of Lin Qiuran...

After taking off his black shirt, Lin Qiuran stared at Zhao Qichen's trousers zipper and raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of smiles.

"Pants...do you want me to take them off for you?"

The provocative meaning was too obvious, Zhao Qichen immediately turned his head, and hastily refused:
"no need!"

Although Lin Qiuran said he was an old driver, his heartbeat was actually a few beats faster.

Zhao Qichen now only has boxer briefs left on his whole body. The blue pattern is a typical straight male aesthetic.

Zhao Qichen sat on a small bench with his head down, looking righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Okay, come on."

Hearing Zhao Qichen's tone of rushing to the execution ground, Lin Qiuran couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Qichen's skin exposed to the air looked extra smooth under the dim light.Broad and powerful shoulders, strong biceps, and his slender legs.

Lin Qiuran repeated the self-created Qingxin formula several times in her heart before turning on the shower with one hand and stroking Zhao Qichen's shoulder with the other.

Trying to avoid using too much force near his wound, showered him from start to finish.

Because it is Lin Qiuran's private bathroom, of course the toiletries used are Lin Qiuran's.

Squeezing out a coin-sized amount of shampoo in the palm of her hand, Lin Qiuran gently spread it on the top of Zhao Qichen's head, and gently scratched his scalp with a little force.

Not long after, the white foam swelled up to the top of Zhao Qichen's head.

Some splashed and jumped in the air with Lin Qiuran's movements, and even jumped onto her own clothes.

Zhao Qichen only felt a burst of comfort coming from his hair, which made him close his eyes involuntarily, and gradually felt a little sleepy.

"Look down..."

After massaging Zhao Qichen's soft hair for 2 minutes, Ye Xiangzhi turned on the shower again and whispered orders to him.

Zhao Qichen was still immersed in a comfortable sleep, and was stunned for three seconds in reaction.

White foam slowly flowed down Zhao Qichen's ears, and the whole air was filled with the fragrance of shampoo.

Zhao Qichen suddenly had the idea of ​​playing a prank.

"Wait... my eyes got water..."

Zhao Qichen rubbed his eyes vigorously with his hands. Lin Qiuran looked at him and immediately raised his head, speaking anxiously.

"Rinse with water..."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Qiuran saw Zhao Qichen looking at him with eyes full of success, and there seemed to be water in his eyes.

"you!"

Zhao Qichen's body was covered with water droplets, and he surrounded Lin Qiuran straight like this.

"It's all water, let me go..."

Worried about affecting Zhao Qichen's wound, Lin Qiuran refused to make any big moves.

Zhao Qichen also just wanted to play a little prank, and he easily fired Lin Qiuran not long after.

"Sit down and stop making trouble, and be careful of catching a cold."

Lin Qiuran's clothes were already half wet. What she was wearing now was that professional set of clothes. Before entering the bathroom, she had already taken off her small black suit jacket, leaving only a white inner lining as a base sweater.

But now that it was more than half soaked, the already tight-fitting clothes fit tightly on her skin, vaguely outlining Lin Qiuran's charming career line.

There seemed to be a cluster of evil fires in the lower abdomen, and Zhao Qichen finally knew what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

Don't open your eyes and stop looking at him, Zhao Qichen returned to the original cute sitting posture.

After rinsing out the foam on the hair, Lin Qiuran squeezed some shower gel, lathered it on the bath ball, and gently circled Zhao Qichen's back.

The soft gauze and Lin Qiuran's dexterous little hands kept moving behind Zhao Qichen's back. Apart from the slight itching, it was the excitement that hadn't completely faded just now.

"Just finish wiping your back, Ran Ran, go out first."

This was really a kind of sweet torture, Zhao Qichen was worried that he would not be able to bear Lin Qiuran's Fa-rectification here, grabbed the bath ball from her hand, and urged her to leave.

"Can you do the rest yourself?"

Lin Qiuran's tone was somewhat suspicious.

Zhao Qichen: "..."

I am injured but not disabled.

Closing the door quickly, Zhao Qichen finally let out a breath.

Adjust the water temperature to the lowest, and it is a rush against the body.

Originally, he used warm water, but now the sudden coldness stimulated the rapid contraction of the pores on the surface of his skin, and his whole spirit was lifted.

It wasn't until the hotness subsided that Zhao Qichen opened the door and walked out exhausted, wrapped in a bath towel.

"Have you washed it?"

Lin Qiuran thought that he had to take a shower too, so he didn't take off his half-wet clothes just now, waiting for Zhao Qichen to come out.

Zhao Qichen's eyes are not easy to move around, for fear that if he is not careful, he will take another cold shower.

"You use a bath towel to wipe off the remaining water on your hair first, and I will come out after I take a shower and wipe it off for you."

Lin Qiuran walked to the bathroom while giving instructions to Zhao Qichen.

Zhao Qichen took the dry hair towel and nodded mechanically.

Sitting along the edge of Lin Qiuran's big bed, Zhao Qichen heard the sound of water coming from a place close to him, and felt that his whole body was suffering.

When did I lose my self-control...

Zhao Qichen got up and decided to find something else to divert his attention.

He walked to Lin Qiuran's desk, and his eyes were attracted by a notebook spread out on the desk.

The paper was opened wide, and there were lines of elegant regular script on it.

Zhao Qichen took a closer look, and it was full of Lin Qiuran's recent plans and arrangements.

It's all about her work arrangements, but if you pay attention a little, you can see a row of small characters at the bottom:
"Seriously and reasonably fall in love with Zhao Qichen."

Zhao Qichen raised his head again, his gaze was filled with softness.

And a touch of shame.

Even Lin Qiuran is working hard, but he is playing petty temper because of his own troubles.

Although it was unintentional, peeking at other people's personal belongings is not a good thing after all.

Zhao Qichen left Lin Qiuran's desk, went back to the bed he had just made, and waited for Lin Qiuran to come out.

Lin Qiuran was in a hurry to come out to rub medicine on Zhao Qichen, and didn't have time to enjoy the shower, so she hurried out after washing her body and wrapping herself in a towel.

Seeing Zhao Qichen wiping his hair obediently, Lin Qiuran smiled slightly, closed the bathroom door and walked over to the bed.

Looking at Lin Qiuran's dripping hair, Zhao Qichen's heart skipped a beat.