naked gl

twelve

On the way home, Chen Jiao got a gust of wind in her throat, and she bent over and coughed violently, clutching her stomach.

When they got home, Fang Qingwu had already fallen asleep, and Chen Jiao felt dizzy and fell directly on the bed.

In a daze, she touched Fang Qingwu, and subconsciously pulled Fang Qingwu into her arms.

The blood in her body seemed to be heating up, Chen Jiao felt hot and uncomfortable, she let go of Fang Qingwu, and shrank into a corner by herself.

Fang Qingwu was disturbed by this movement and woke up a little.She touched her side and touched Chen Jiao's arm.

Fang Qingwu's body turned sideways, she was also half asleep, and carelessly touched Chen Jiao's face, and then her lips.

Chen Jiao didn't dare to make a sound, a kiss lightly landed on the corner of her lips.

A quick and light kiss, like a silent prank, unpredictable.After finishing this matter, Fang Qingwu fell back on the pillow, breathing calmly and evenly.

But Chen Jiao didn't have the energy to think about it carefully, she was panting heavily, her consciousness seemed to be dragged into the dark deep sea.

Chen Jiao clutched the bed sheet, restraining the desire to cough, for fear of waking Fang Qingwu up again.Every time I took a breath, I was very tired, and my body was sore and weak.

Appears to have a fever.

At dawn, Fang Qingwu was going to school.

Chen Jiao didn't sleep well all night. At this time, she opened her eyes and saw the morning sun shining in. Fang Qingwu was wearing a school uniform against the light, with a faint light covering her body.

She thought of Fang Qingwu's sleepy kiss at night, but felt a little better, and stretched out her hand to hook Fang Qingwu's fingers.

"Are you awake?" Seeing Chen Jiao's weak look, Fang Qingwu thought she hadn't slept enough, so she tucked the quilt up for her: "Sleep a little longer."

Chen Jiao nodded with a smile, Fang Qingwu hesitated for two seconds, and then said: "Can I go home early tonight?"

"Ok?"

"I have a gift for you..." Fang Qingwu pursed her lips, her eyes glistening, her tone as gentle and soft as the morning sun: "I still have something to say."

Hearing the gift, Chen Jiao remembered that today is her birthday.

When Fang Qingwu spoke, there was a hint of shyness and anticipation on her face, and her voice was like gentle ocean waves brushing against her ears.

Chen Jiao soon felt drowsy, her eyelids drooped, and even Fang Qingwu's outline was blurred.

She was hot all over, kicked off the quilt, floating up and down between half-conscious and half-awake.

Until noon, Chen Jiao touched her head, the temperature was still high, but she finally regained her strength.

She thought that she would not be able to work today, and Fang Qingwu also asked her to go home early, probably because she wanted to have dinner with her, so she called the manager and told her about her situation.

The person in charge was silent for a long time, and said, "Have you gone for a medical examination?"

Chen Jiao was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "I can't be so lucky, I guess it's just a cold."

"Go to the hospital for a physical examination. People in this business are afraid of this. If you don't have a checkup, customers won't dare to come."

These words were blatant, Chen Jiao felt like a thorn had been stuck in her ear, and the pain went all the way to the depths of her brain.

In the afternoon she rushed to the hospital.

When the doctor handed her the test report, he was wearing a blue mask, and the eyes above the mask showed some strangeness, mixed with a trace of sympathy.

Chen Jiao looked at the "HIV serum antibody positive" on the report, and her mind suddenly went blank.

"It's been latent for about four weeks." The doctor couldn't bear to give her a little hope. "I suggest you come back for another check next month. It will be more accurate then."

When Chen Jiao raised her head in astonishment, tears had already started to fall.There was a bit of crying in her throat, and she asked inarticulately: "Is it easy to contagious?"

"It's not easy. Daily contact is not contagious. Air and saliva are not its transmission channels. It is mainly transmitted through sex and blood..." The doctor said, "In fact, now that medical treatment is developed, you can check it early. Many drugs can delay its incubation period..."

Before the doctor finished talking, Chen Jiao turned around and left.

She clutched a report in her hand and was trembling all over as she stepped on high heels.After taking a few steps, he squatted down, buried his head in his knees, and shrugged his thin shoulders slightly.

The doctor sighed and walked back to the brightly lit consulting room.

Chen Jiao walked for a long time, in this city she was familiar with, walking forward aimlessly and tirelessly.

When the lights came on, she squinted her eyes, looking at the bleak moon, the colorful neon lights, and the rays from the tall buildings in the city, piercing into the starry night.

The memory of the night is like a monstrous beast, crushed and entangled in her head, Chen Jiao's eyes widened, sometimes there is a broken wine glass in front of her eyes, sometimes there is an ugly deformed face, looking at her in a strange way Come on.

She ran in the empty street at night, the wind whipped her long hair and poured it into her throat, until the strength in her body was exhausted, and her throat was sweet, and then she gradually slowed down.

There was a fine layer of sweat on the pale face, it became difficult to breathe, and there was a churning in the stomach, feeling like vomiting at any time.Chen Jiao looked up at the dark sky, panting heavily.

She calmed down a little, bought a long-distance ticket at the station, and waited at the station.

One train after another came and went, the noisy voices were bustling in my ears, and the crowd was crowded and shoved.Chen Jiao was pushed out of the crowd, stiff as a piece of wood, and watched calmly as people huddled together like ants, being crushed in the heavy and boundless night.

The last car drove away, and the wind was already very cold.Chen Jiao sniffed, hugged her clothes tightly and left the station, her eyes burning hot.

Suddenly a person jumped out from the dark side of the road and hugged Chen Jiao from behind.Chen Jiao smelled a fishy smell, like rotten fish in a trash can.

A ragged tramp bound her with his arms.Chen Jiao twisted her body and struggled. The huge disparity in strength made her exhausted and she was pushed to the ground.

"Give it up," the tramp whispered in her ear, "you won't get away tonight."

Chen Jiao smiled and said softly, "I'm sick."

The soft voice sounded not only fearless, but also bewitching.

The homeless man looked at her suspiciously, and laughed: "Don't try to lie to me."

After saying that, she went to tear Chen Jiao's clothes.He is very strong, even if the winter clothes are thick, they are quickly ripped apart by him, revealing the delicate whiteness of the bra.

Chen Jiao didn't struggle anymore, she put her hands on the ground and laughed.Her hair was messy and sticking to her face, and she was laughing wildly with her face up like a madman. Through the dim light of the street lamp, the homeless man saw tears from the corners of her eyes, as well as the deep despair in her eyes.

The man panicked all of a sudden, and Chen Jiao's words "I'm sick" lingered in his ears like a ghost. He got up from Chen Jiao and cursed: "Fuck! You're not really sick, are you?"

Chen Jiao also stood up from the ground, arranged her clothes casually, and smiled at him.Pale face, red eyes, lifeless like a ghost, the man shuddered, cursed a few words and ran away.

Probably when people want to die, they will think about a question, how to die more beautifully

Chen Jiao walked onto a bridge in embarrassment. In the dark night, the bottom turned into bottomless black water, only waves of light came layer by layer with the wind.Like a whirlpool, like an open door.

She stared at the ink-colored torrent under her feet for a long time, and her eyes gradually became deeper and deeper.The phone on him suddenly rang.

"Aren't you coming back?"

Chen Jiao looked at the words on the screen over and over again, her vision blurred, and tears filled her eyes.

"Go home." After Chen Jiao typed these two words, she suddenly tasted bitterness between her lips and teeth, and tears rolled down her cheeks, moistening her cheeks with enthusiasm.

Occasionally, someone would pass by her side and would take a second look at her.

"It's probably another silly woman who did this for a man." Someone sneered and said in a sophisticated way.

"I just like her!" Chen Jiao turned around suddenly, her red eyes were full of anger, and she shouted loudly at the person pointing her, "I don't care if she likes me, I don't care Will she leave, I just love her! Is it ridiculous to love someone like this! Is it sad!"

She shouted with all her strength, her hoarse voice whirled and spread in the air, and there was a cramping pain in her stomach, she clutched her stomach and slowly bent down along the guardrail.

Tears trickled down.She was already naked, except for a small love, protected from anyone's criticism with uncut thorns.

"Crazy!" The man was obviously frightened, he dropped a startled and frightened look, and left in a hurry.

Chen Jiao felt that she had no strength left, she staggered step by step while holding on to the railing.

She didn't want to fall into the dark.She wants to see her.

She tried to quicken her steps, but the steps were really heavy... She had never been so tired.

Drowsily pushing the door open with her weak body, and when the lights of the house enveloped her, Chen Jiao suddenly wanted to kneel down and cry.

There was an extraordinarily sumptuous meal on the table. Although it was already cold, the fragrance still filled the whole room.

The quiet air flows slowly.Fang Qingwu was leaning on the sofa pillow, with a sweet sleeping face and delicate facial features, transitioning from youthful to mature.

There is a painting on the wall.The painting is his naked body.Fang Qingwu bought a white wooden photo frame, carefully framed the picture, and hung it in the center of the wall, like a great commendation.

Chen Jiao let go of the ticket that was tightly held in her palm, and the crumpled paper ball rolled to the corner.

She prostrated devoutly beside Fang Qingwu, looking at her slightly trembling slender eyelashes.

Fang Qingwu didn't know what he dreamed about, the corners of his mouth curled up to reveal a hint of sweetness, Chen Jiao just watched, her eyes and heart became slightly warm.

"Thank you." Chen Jiao said softly.

All the exhaustion was relieved, Chen Jiao simply sat on the ground beside the sofa, leaning softly on the foot of the sofa.She just wanted to close her eyes and sleep, and when she had a nightmare, she could see Fang Qingwu by her side when she turned her face.

When she closed her eyes, the light flooded into her eyes like a flood. Chen Jiao remembered the day in the studio, when the white winter sun was shining from the window. Fang Qingwu stood on tiptoe and looked over the drawing board to look at her, with the tip of her hair shaking slightly, and a shy smile on her lips. Smile, with youthful innocence and simplicity.

She knew that there were still so many beautiful things, and she was still reluctant to die.