Chapter 45  

That Zhen Lang......

That Zhen Lang......stark naked......

That Zhen Lang......without clothes......

In Jia Shao's head, these words kept spinning around and her brains was stuffed full with these words which her brains automatically converted them into images.

Is the air conditioning switched off? Or did it suddenly break down? Why does she feel her face burning hot?

In the bathroom, the sound of gushing water could be heard. In her mind, she conjured up the image of King Kong emerging from the bath. His strong body in a robust pose, facing her with bulging biceps, muscles knotted up like that 'Rimula' brand of men's clothing advertisement and he smiled at her with a toothy smile.

God, what was she thinking? How did Zhen Lang become a vigorous male with bulging muscles?

Although she had not seen all of him, whatever that she had seen......or parts of him and in addition the parts that she had touched, the parts that her body had rubbed against, the parts that she had stepped on......Zhen Lang was definitely not like what she had just conjured up in her mind.

Zhen Lang's body type should belong to the slender, compact figure, not the bulging muscled nor the weak scholarly type of body. His body gave a good feeling when touched, as if the body contained manly characteristic strength, body proportionate, felt good to her hands and if she was to describe him.......chic and suave would be most appropriate.

Especially the broad shoulders, small waist, and that pert ass......

"Girl, come and help." Zhen Lang jutted out his head from the door.

"Oh!" Jia Shao took a deep breath, with a tragic and desperate feeling, leaned against the wall and slowly hopped step by step along the wall, into the bathroom.

Beside the bathtub, Zhen Lang was bending over the water. The steam from the hot water floated around the air, little droplets of mist hung onto the strands of his hair which made his face looked more handsome.

It was completely different from what she had imagined. Zhen Lang's clothes and pants were on his body, his shirt had absorbed water vapor, stuck close to his body, which outlined his perfect body shape.

He tested the water temperature, then looked askance at Jia Shao. "What are you thinking about?"

"Your ass is pert." Without thinking, Jia Shao blurted out.

After having said that, she wanted to give herself a slap on the face. She had actually voiced what she was thinking.

"Is it?" Zhen Lang lifted his eyebrows. "Would you like to touch?"

Jia Shao who was surprised at her own words, angrily looked at Zhen Lang and said. "Who wants to touch you?"

Zhen Lang smiled and pointed at the steaming misty bathtub. "Can I bathe first? Because if you help me, you will get wet and then later you will have to take a bath again."

Jia Shao did not argue with him on this point and obediently nodded her head.

"Why didn't you sit in the wheelchair?" Zhen Lang looked at her supporting herself with one hand against the wall and with her heavy gypsum leg lifted. "This is very tiring for you."

"I will look like a disabled person." Someone muttered with dissatisfaction.

He laughed slightly. "Are you not a disabled person now?"

"As long as I can stand, it's alright." She turned around to lean her back against the wall and reached out to him. "Let me help you undress."

He stood in front of her and looked at her hands touching the buttons on his shirt with smiling indulgence in his eyes. Inside the bathroom it was quiet and only the slight sound of her hands brushing across his shirt could be heard.

His chest was revealed inch by inch as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt until a great part of his chest was exposed in front of her and the movements of her hand involuntarily paused.

It felt good touching his skin, even though she had touched him numerous times, she still had to admit that Zhen Lang's body shape is much better than the many half-naked men she had seen on the streets.

In particular, he does not have a hateful hairy chest.

On TV, the foreign men with a chest full of hair were considered sexy. Sometimes on the streets in summer, there were some men with their upper torso naked, revealing a few strands of hair like a wasteland that the cattle had grazed on and some with a few black strands of silky hair swinging in the breeze......totally not sexy......only vulgar.

Fortunately, Zhen Lang does not have any of these. She still likes to see his clean, white chest.

Under his chest, his lower abdomen undulated when he breathed and his abdominal muscles contracted beautifully. She wanted to stretch out her hands, feel and touch the part that was like a piece of iron wrapped in the flannel.

She stared blankly and unconsciously swallowed her saliva. She placed her hands on his chest and gently slid her hands over him.

The skin under her fingers felt very hot, rippling with strength as he breathed.

His breath was deeply constrained and his eyebrows lifted as he said gently into her ear. "The water is getting cold......are you done with undressing me?"

"Ah!" Abruptly she withdrew her hands to quickly take off his clothes. "Okay, done......"

Zhen Lang's hand stroked her hair and gently said into her ear. "Do you feel cold?"

She raised her head, looked into a pair of laughing eyes and shivered. "No, not cold."

"Not cold.....then why are you shaking?" He laughed out loud and looked intently at her flushed face.

She did not understand why she was shaking. She also did not understand why, after touching Zhen Lang, not only was her breathing was erratic, she was also unable to speak and even her hands were trembling.

"Why are you still not bathing?" She stiffened her neck and said testily. "The water is getting cold, is it not?"

He let his gaze moved downwards and looked at his waist. "Pants!"

"Ah....." She was just about to retort when her eyes fell on his gauze covered arm. She bit back her words and said. "Okay."

Her hands were shaking like she was suffering from the after-effects of a stroke.

With difficulty, she placed her hands on the clasp of his western style pants and his warm lower abdomen once again brushed against the back of her hands. Jia Shao trembled and quickly withdrew her hands like she had received an electric shock.

"Huh?........ What's the matter?" Zhen Lang gave a humph.

She closed her eyes, held her breath and with a gesture of fearlessness, forcefully pulled off the belt. Then she tugged at the pants and pulled it down.

*Zi.....* The last sound came from the zipper......the sound of a broken zip......a brave sacrifice.

"Is this how you repay your savior for saving your life?" Zhen Lang's eyes swept over the pants that were split into half and then looked at the thread and button that she was holding in her hands. He shook his head.

Jia Shao opened her eyes but her eyes were looking at the ceiling and in a strong voice, she asked. "Are you going to take your bath?"

There was a chuckle and the sound of splashing water. Jia Shao took a deep breath and then let out a long breath. Her eyes were feeling cramp but still, she did not dare to lower her eyes.

"Girl, rub my back." A towel landed on her head.

Jai Shao grabbed the towel, once again with great aspirations, bravely and mechanically lifted her arm. In her mind, she was thinking of what she might see.

Would the 'Rimula' menswear reality version make an appearance? Or the 18+ version?

"Hurry up." A voice urged and she finally made up her mind.

Twenty years ago, she had seen countless times, so what is there to be afraid of? What is there to be afraid of?............

Zhen Lang's smile stirred up her deep courage. She turned around sharply and pulled aside the curtain with one hand!

A strong back with taut muscles. Droplets of water were streaming down his back and trickling from the bathtub rim onto her feet. Water droplets on his black hair were rolling down his neck.

"Um...!" She was a little surprised.

At this moment, Zhen Lang was sitting in the bathtub with his back facing her. She could only see his back view and his head of black hair.

"Lecherous girl, do you want to sneak a look?" Zhen Lang turned his face sideways and gave her a charming smile. "Hurry up, help to wash my hair."

It was nothing.......a wasted effort for making such strong psychological preparation.

Jia Shao relaxed her constricted heart, picked up the shampoo and slowly rubbed it into his hair.

His hair became softer with water added and smoothly slipped through her fingers......again and again.

The two of them had once been very intimate, fooling and fighting with each other for so many years but this is the first time, she is washing his hair for him. The kind of feeling of his fluffy hair coated with bubbles slipping through her fingers is really wonderful.

Warm water was still slowly flowing as Zhen Lang leaned on the side of the bathtub and closed his eyes to enjoy the moment. The sound of his breathing was like the sound of water......gentle, light and relaxed.

"Girl, do you want to know why I was with the Old Man?"

"Um....." She slowly rubbed his hair taking extra care not to let the shampoo slide down his cheek. That meticulous action was inconsistent with her usual style but she did not even notice the slightest difference.

"Do you remember that year when the old man chased after you and wanted you to learn from him?"

She thought for a while. "Was it that time when he chased after me from school to my house and blocked the door to prevent my parents from going to work, begging me to follow him?"

At that time, the situation was simply chaotic with everyone running helter-skelterand she had never seen such a desperatetalent-scout. Even the principal was not able to stand that old man's crazy pestering and had even thought of packaging her up to give her directly to the old man. She also remembered seeing the old man squatting in front of her house every day and on weekends from morning till late into the night. The neighbors who were ignorant of the situation had thought her family owed this old man money and he had come to collect debts.

But it was very strange. He actually did not go to Zhen Lang's home to pester him but kept on pestering her, unwilling to let go.

"I told him, as long as you agree, I have no problem." Zhen Lang said.

Her hand tightened and pulled Zhen Lang's hair. "So, the culprit was you!!!"

Zhen Lang smiled, did not resist and allowed her to pull his hair.

She pulled his face around and looked into his eyes with dissatisfaction. "Since I had promised to learn from him, why didn't we practice together?"

That time, Zhen Lang had always stood quietly beside her to wait for her. She had always thought that the old man allowed him to follow her to classes because of favoring her but it turned out that the original idea was to let him, the old man's favorite student observe his teachings.

"If I had practiced in front of you, you will not protect me anymore." He stretched out his hand and pulled her down to give her a light peck on the lips. "And then you will not bully me any longer."

"Huh......" With her hands full of foam bubbles, Jia Shao who had gotten used to his groping, obediently let him kiss her.

"In fact, I was really not interested and it would be enough just watching you." His voice was like a low sigh which floated into her ears and made her heart rippled. "I know you love to jump around and also knew you wanted to go but I was afraid that you may hurt yourself. Because at that time, they were constantly discussing about the high-intensity training which could hurt the body, so Jia Mother and Jia Father did not want you to go. If I did not personally experience it, how would I know whether you can really endure the training?"

Just a word of concern from him was like a heavy hammer knocking in her heart. It felt a bit sour but more of sweetness.

"Then why were you following me all the time?" She said. "Want to bully me for life?"

"You were the one who said you wanted me. If I don't follow you, then who will want me?" Zhen Lang's face was dripping with droplets of water and he looked quietly at her. "Shao Shao, please accept this slave......."

Her hand slipped and her whole body fell forward.

"Ah!....."

The shallow bathtub could not prevent someone from falling forward. Jia Shao gave a scream before falling right in, leaving a white gypsum plaster clad thigh swinging in the air and choked.

Zhen Lang stretched out his uninjured arm to pick up the person who was dripping wet. "My dear, are you thinking of a mandarin duck bath*? "

(Mandarin duck bath is a couple bath)

* Pui! * The pitiful Jia Shao, once again was choked by Zhen Lang's bath water.magic