The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me Chapter 11

Pure Love

Finally!

Wen Qiao heaved a sigh of relief after going through a lot of trouble to help him put on the swimming cap. The washroom door was closed and Director Zheng set up the refrigeration machine in the shower, then said, “The temperature inside has plunged down to 16 degrees celsius and will continue to drop. When Captain Fu is ready, you can enter. After you enter, give me a signal and I’ll start the timer.”

Fu Nanli tugged at the belt to his sleeping robe and Wen Qiao immediately turned away.

The sound of clothes rubbing against each other seemed to be ringing in her ears, and a sleeping robe with his body temperature was tossed onto her shoulder. “Hold onto it.”

The smell of cigarettes mixed with the scent of a man wafted into her nose. Wen Qiao felt that it was a little agonizing.

Soon enough, she heard the sound of the showerhead being turned on.

Director Zheng’s voice rang out. “The temperature inside is indicated as zero degrees celsius. Captain Fu, are you ready to start?”

“Yes.”

The timer continued ticking on in this enclosed space. Wen Qiao glanced at Director Zheng from the corner of her eye and asked softly, “How long is required?”

“Shower under cold water in a zero degrees celsius environment for five minutes.”

Wen Qiao’s eyes opened wide. “Cold water?”

Director Zheng let out a soft laugh. “Of course. Otherwise, how can it be called a low-temperature endurance test?”

Wen Qiao looked back instinctively. The lower half of the shower room was frosted glass while the upper half was clear. The cold water showered down from above his head and she could faintly see his muscles. They weren’t bulging muscles that were trained in the gym, but were the smooth and elegant lines that were trained from Brazilian jiu-jitsu.

The man looked like a piece of art, presented in a transparent glass cabinet. Just like a God, it made one only dare to look at him from afar.

The five minutes felt very long. It was almost as if he was a statue, standing under the showerhead and not moving at all.

There wasn’t any steam inside. The temperature had clearly dropped down to zero degrees. She instantly shuddered at the thought of jumping into ice water in the harsh winter.

A ‘click’ rang off as Director Zheng pressed the button on the timer. “Captain Fu, the time is up.”

When Wen Qiao saw the man switching off the showerhead and about to come out, she quickly turned back again. His cold and wet body went up right behind her and she could feel that his breathing had become vigorous from the cold. His icy cold fingers landed on her shoulder and picked up the sleeping robe.

His clear voice rang out, “I’m done. You can turn around now.”

Wen Qiao turned and saw that the man was using his long and slender fingers to slowly tie up the belt. He then casually tugged off the swimming cap, leaving his slightly dampened hair falling down. He looked sexy and casually charismatic.

Director Zheng took his blood pressure. “Steady blood pressure didn’t exceed 18.4/11.7 Pascal 138/88 millimeters. The reading has passed. I’ll head out first then.”

Just as Wen Qiao was about to leave with Director Zheng, the man behind grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the wall.

“Why don’t you dare to look?” There was a hint of teasing in his gaze.

“We didn’t reach that stage yet…”

“Which stage were we at?”

“Only holding hands.”

It was better to be more conservative.

“Holding hands? How long have we been together?” As they spoke, their breathing entangled together, and Wen Qiao’s mind couldn’t settle down.

“One year.”

Fu Nanli squinted his eyes slightly. “It’s been a year but we’re only at the stage of holding hands?”

What kind of primary school pure love was this?

Wen Qiao was a little anxious. “It’s because I’m still young and you were more of a gentleman.”

My god, how many more lies did she have to make up? Her nose would surely grow a mile at this rate!

“How old are you?” His long and slender fingers moved to her face and pinched her chin gently. Her skin was so smooth that he couldn’t stop touching it.

“Nineteen.”

The man let out a soft tsk. “So young?”

Didn’t that make him seem like a beast?

Wen Qiao nodded docilely. “Fate isn’t something that can be fended off easily. Love is something that disregards age, no?”

“How did we meet?”

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