naked gl

four

The rain in winter is as sharp as ice knives, piercing into the bones with a light touch.

Chen Jiao went out at night with an umbrella. The umbrella opened up a safe place for her less than one square meter. The continuous rain outside the umbrella fell to the ground, causing an uproar.

However, the wind was also strong, and Chen Jiao could hardly hold the handle of the umbrella, and the thin umbrella seemed to be thrown away by the wind at any time.Not to mention the long hair flying freely in the wind.

The world reveals a dark side, the dark sky and the storm are intertwined, roaring and roaring.

Even though Chen Jiao was not a person who was afraid of the cold, she had to stop.What's more, she hurried out wearing only a sweater and a coat.

Chen Jiao looked around for shelter from the rain, and saw a familiar office building on the side of the road, her heart moved, and she ran over.

The office building is converted from a residential building, and the appearance is a little rough. It is cheaply rented to some companies for office or school.The second floor of this building is either a place or a studio.From the outside of the building, it can be seen that the studio has already closed at this time, and the lights inside are dim.

Chen Jiao entered the corridor. The corridor was warmer than outside, and the cold air on her body was suddenly wrapped in warmth.After putting away the umbrella, Chen Jiao's hair was a little damp, and her clothes were not spared either.

Chen Jiao took a few steps towards the stairs, and the sensor light suddenly turned on.Chen Jiao casually glanced up the stairs, and saw the corner of the stairs on the half floor.

She suddenly forgot about the heavy wind and rain outside, and forgot to send a message to the guests waiting for her. She just stared at the stairs with burning eyes. Divided into mystery and temptation.

There is no temptation for an ordinary staircase. If it is ordinary, Chen Jiao must be too lazy to take a look.But a thought flashed through her mind, Chen Jiao tightened her hand on the umbrella, and she moved cautiously.

There was a faint hope in her heart, but she couldn't tell why.This made her somewhat contradictory, while eagerly wanting to go up and have a look, but at the same time, she did not want to reveal the mystery too quickly.

The umbrella dripped water all the way, along the steps, following her slow pace.

What didn't match the pace was Chen Jiao's beating heart.

Her hand holding the handrail trembled slightly, and she walked to the corner of the half-floor staircase.She stopped in her tracks, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

Knowing that it is almost impossible, I still have to go up and have a look.She has never been afraid of disappointment, but of no hope.

Just thinking about it, I unconsciously took a step forward.

The sensor lights came on again, this time for the lights on the second floor.

The light disturbed a low-lying figure, and she slowly raised her face in the warm yellow light.The eye sockets are red, full of fragility and distress.

Chen Jiao walked around the corner and met those eyes. She was stunned, and Fang Qingwu was also a little dazed. She looked at Chen Jiao with a hazy and slightly suspicious look, and rubbed her eyes, as if to confirm whether it was a dream or not. Reality.

Chen Jiao ran up to the last half floor in a few steps.

For the first time, she realized that she was so happy that she couldn't speak, and only knew when she was giggling.

Chen Jiao squatted down and held Fang Qingwu's hand. Fang Qingwu was still a little slow in responding, but slowly raised his head to stare at her. The doubts in his eyes gradually dissipated and turned into obvious surprise.

Chen Jiao couldn't laugh anymore, and when she took a closer look, she found that Fang Qingwu's face was injured, and the corner of her mouth was broken, with a trace of dried blood.

"Who bullied you?" Chen Jiao's expression was not good.

"No one, I fell on a slippery road in rainy days."

Fang Qingwu laughed, and stroked Chen Jiao's long hair comfortingly.

The cold palm was actually colder than myself who just came out of the rain.Chen Jiao took a closer look and found that Fang Qingwu's clothes were soaked, even the padded jacket was wet.

"Come home with me." Chen Jiao said in a tone that could not be refuted.

Fang Qingwu's damp hair clung to his cheeks in a mess, and even his bangs were draped over his forehead in strands, showing a somewhat embarrassed and funny look.

She smiled and nodded, with the warm color of the light in her eyes, she stretched out her hand to Chen Jiao, her body seemed to be surrounded by hazy halos.

Even though Fang Qingwu was in such a mess, Chen Jiao still found her cute.Looking at the gleam in Fang Qingwu's eyes, she finally understood what it means to have bright eyes and kind eyes.

She stood up and pulled Fang Qingwu up again. Fang Qingwu picked up the schoolbag on the ground and obediently followed her downstairs.

Two people, only one umbrella, and that umbrella is a little bit reluctant to cover one person.

Chen Jiao handed it to Fang Qingwu, who pushed it back.

"You use it." Although Fang Qingwu's tone was still timid, her small eyes were firm.

Chen Jiao smiled, she looked around, it was still dark, it was pouring rain, and the wind was howling, but it didn't seem so scary anymore.

She smiled and looked at Fang Qingwu with joy in her eyes.

Fang Qingwu must have read her eyes, that's why he tightened his grip on her palm.

"One," Chen Jiao counted softly.

"two,"

Chen Jiao smiled slyly, and at this moment, like a naughty child, she hesitated to say "three" and just stared at Fang Qingwu's nervous expression.

"Three!" As soon as the words finished, Chen Jiao pulled Fang Qingwu into the rain side by side.

There is the sound of the wind and the sound of the rain.

Take a step and run, letting the rain splash and soak your ankles.

A certain emotion grows wantonly on such a rainy night, and the joy in my heart seems to burst out of my chest.

Everything was forgotten in such a frantic run, and everything was left behind.

There are only interlaced fingers, the stronger the wind and rain, the tighter the grasp, the more inseparable.