Yan Shuwang was a little helpless: "What are you laughing at?"

Zheng Yuan put on a swimming cap while copying Liu Haibin, and he said narrowly, "Mr. Yan is really in good shape."

Yan Shuwang lifted his eyelids and said nothing.

Before entering the water, Zheng Yu'an teased him again: "It's worth seeing before and after."

Yan Shuwang: "..."

The standard swimming lane is 100 meters back and forth. Zheng Yuan took out a stopwatch to check the time after swimming back and forth. He placed his elbow on the buoy line, raised his swimming goggles and wiped his face.

Yan Shuwang sat by the pool, with one leg up and the other on the water, his toes paddling the waves at will.

"You swim very fast." Yan Shuwang looked down at Zheng Yu'an.

Zheng Yuan put away the watch, tilted his neck from side to side and shook the water in his ears: "I have regressed a lot. I used to break the school record in college."

He slid forward a short distance, just floating under Yan Shuwang's feet.

There are very few very standard competition swimming pools in Suzhou. The deep water area of ​​the park is two meters five. It supports diving into the water. As long as it is not a giant, it is generally impossible to touch the bottom.

Zheng Yuan's water is very good. He hangs on the buoy line, his legs are balanced underwater, floating like a cloud, and he raises his head to talk to Yan Shuwang.

"Come here again." Yan Shuwang said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Yuan asked, but he still swam forward obediently, almost touching the tile wall, Yan Shuwang was wearing a towel, he bent down and reached out to brush Zheng Yuan's eyebrows.

"You are a fish." He smiled.

Zheng Yu'an's eyes were like water sticking to Yan Shuwang's fingertips, the latter looked at him for a while, and his fingers slowly traced from his eyebrows to near his chin.

The two just stared at each other like this, and no one spoke for a long time.

Zheng Yuan licked his lips, and he asked, "Aren't you coming down?"

Yan Shuwang's eyes naturally fell on his mouth.

"Yuanyuan." He called out to him suddenly.

Zheng Yu'an: "?"

Yan Shuwang's expression was serious: "Are you planning to have a girlfriend recently?"

Chapter 31

Zheng Yuan probably didn't expect Yan Shuwang to suddenly ask this question, and he was stunned for a few seconds before asking inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

Yan Shuwang just looked at him and said, "I think it should be easy for you to make a girlfriend."

Zheng Yu'an laughed and said, "So what if it's easy? Girls are not casual, they have to be loved and cherished. It's not as simple as going to bed."

Yan Shuwang didn't speak, Zheng Yu'an obviously didn't have much interest in this topic. Falling in love and getting married seems to be a set of processes that go with the flow, but that may only be seen by outsiders. Zheng Yu'an is not rich in love history, but he is also very experienced. , He knows the disadvantage of women in the relationship between the sexes, so that he will not easily start an unprepared relationship with anyone, which is irresponsible.

The children in the pool were too lively. Zheng Yuan came up after two or three swims. Yan Shuwang was more like taking a bath than swimming. The two entered the shower area one after the other, separated from each other. Shower with frosted glass.

Zheng Yuan bent down and took off his swimming trunks. Hot water was poured on his back along the top of his head. The frosted paper on the glass was not fully attached, revealing a small part of the bottom. Yan Shuwang was beside him, and Zheng Yuan could see him as soon as he turned his head. Slender calves.

The foam gathered at the leak, and Yan Shuwang's voice drifted along the rising mist.

"Is there any shampoo?" he asked.

Zheng Yu'an turned his face up, closed his eyes, and let the water splash on his forehead: "The quality here is not good, you didn't bring it yourself?"

Yan Shuwang turned off the water over there, and his voice became much clearer: "You can't care too much outside."

Zheng Yuan smiled sullenly. He groped for a bottle of shampoo, stretched his arms, and passed it from the top of the glass partition.

Yan Shuwang said thank you.

After a while, the sound of water over there rang again.

Zheng Yu'an felt that he was almost finished, so he took a dry towel around his waist and left the shower room first.

The lockers were some distance away. Zheng Yuan walked over while wiping his hair. He found his row and pasted the electronic key on it.

I don't know if it was a little malfunctioning after being soaked in water. The lock didn't open automatically after a few drips. He was fiddling with his head down, and Yan Shuwang had already washed it.

Zheng Yuan didn't look back, but he said to Yan Shuwang, "There seems to be a problem with the lock, so I have to call the waiter."

The only thing that promised him was the sound of treading water. After a few steps, Yan Shuwang stood behind him.

Zheng Yuan looked over.

Yan Shuwang's head was covered with a bath towel, and he was wearing nothing underneath. He reached out and pulled Zheng Yuan's cabinet door.

"Post the key," he ordered.

Zheng Yuan's reaction was half a beat, and Yan Shuwang looked down at him patiently.

The electronic lock made a long "di" sound, Yan Shuwang's wrist folded neatly, and the cabinet door was roughly pulled open by him.

Zheng Yu'an: "..."

Yan Shuwang turned around to open his own cabinet, the water droplets from his hair meandered to his neck, and he was wrapped in a bath towel wet.

Zheng Yu'an was a little embarrassed: "I thought it was broken."

Yan Shuwang seemed to laugh, but he didn't. He was not in a hurry to put on his pants. He took a dry towel and came out to surround his lower body. He lowered his head and wiped his wet hair.

Zheng Yuan's upper body was not completely dry. He found a pair of underwear and changed it out, showing his long and straight legs, and went back and forth to find the hairdryer.

"Don't dangle." Yan Shuwang couldn't bear it any longer, "Put your pants on."

Zheng Yuan squatted down and took out the hair dryer from under the dresser. He didn't care much and said, "I'm not dressed."

Yan Shuwang took a deep breath, he tore the towel from his hair, and said coldly, "I don't want to wear my underwear."

Zheng Yuan handed him the hairdryer and smiled, "Okay, don't be angry, I'll just wear it."