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Although I think any reaction from him at this moment is understandable, L's actions on this day completely exceeded my expectations. …………

For a woman who suspects that your private life is in turmoil, or a woman whose own private life is in danger to you, even if it ends up being a false alarm, L has a good reason to reject me, and at the very least, you can blame me for making a fuss and scaring people.

It's not the same for me, I can't stand such a frightened and almost broken life, if l really blames me for no reason today, I will definitely break up.

I'm sure he's afraid.

"Have you checked before?" I asked him from the passenger seat.

"Nope." l frowned and thought, "But probably not!" There's no reason for that! I only don't wear a t when I do it with you, and I wear a t when I go home and do it with my wife! ”

I was a little short of breath and was dumbfounded: "Why don't you wear a t...... only when you do it with me?"

L didn't bother to answer, and continued on his detective analysis path: "I heard that this probability itself is not very large, compared to blood infection. But from his tone, there was a lack of confidence that was not certain.

"There's an incubation period of ten years," I reminded him, "think about the flowers and plants you had before you got married, and whether there were any ...... that you had hung up due to illness now?"

I can't help but laugh a little when I say this.

"Have you said it all?" l suddenly had a new idea, "And everything was normal when my child was born!" The woman had to do this test before giving birth, and no problems were found at that time. From the side, it can be confirmed that I have no problem. ”

"Then think about the period since your wife gave birth to a child, have you ever been infected?"

l was silent for a moment, and said a little irritably: "Let's not talk about this for now, let's wait for the results to come out!" ”

Minefield. I expected that.

Even if he didn't have a regular lover like me after marriage, he must have participated in a lot of activities such as kidney health care, and the nature of his profession determined the entertainment.

I knew he was scared too. I replayed the despair and helplessness I had just felt in my mind, felt it for a moment, and then gently took his hand, ten fingers clasped.

L's mind was probably churning about how he should explain to his family, and he was stunned for a moment. I can imagine his sudden rise of guilt for his wife and worry about the future of his children.

Soon, however, he turned his face away and smiled at me, as if he remembered that I was one of his "victims" and needed comfort.

Originally, yes! Before he came, I had imagined a lot of possibilities for private conversations, such as one of which was a bloody conversation where I confessed but accused him of ruining my life...... But at this moment, apart from worrying with him, I don't have any intention of blaming him at all.

Maybe it's because I got a "negative" test report? At this time, I was thinking about how to comfort him. It's a pity that I was more stupid than L at the critical moment, so I had to silently hold his hand.

After discussing the question of whether or not he could get sick, he changed the tone of the conversation and began to tease me...... That's right, this big pervert didn't know whether to appease me or divert his attention, and reached under my skirt in a crowded parking lot. "Hey!" I whispered and stopped him, "Big brother! What is your heart made of? At this time, I am still in this mood! l squinted and smiled evilly: "When is there any inevitable connection between what mood and what?" "I'm speechless." Let me see what color bottoms I'm wearing today? "Hey!" I had to spread out my parasol to cover half of the windshield so that passers-by would not see me and his hand.

It was past twelve o'clock in the afternoon. I asked, "Do you want to eat?" ”

"I can't eat it." l said, and then he asked me, "Can you eat it?" ”

I shook my head.

Again, I'm sure he's scared, too. But his anxiety was not passed on to me at all, he always tried his best to be the care and composure that a man should have, and he had nothing to say, wanting to make me feel more at ease. Maybe he was also thinking about how to give me an explanation in case something bad happened. But he was not silent at the moment, and his attitude made me not want to blame him at all.

He said he was sleepy, but he really fell asleep.

I sat and looked at him warmly. I still have to say that maybe his heart is really bigger......

Until a work phone call woke him up.

l woke up and looked at his watch. It's the last twenty minutes again. He looked around and commented on my phone for a long time. I looked at him sympathetically, looked at me, and suddenly reached out to unbutton my collar.

"What are you going to do?" I was taken aback.

"Give me a touch!"

Luckily, my umbrella is still on.

He quietly caressed my breasts. Strangely, at this moment I seemed to feel the ups and downs of his mind, which were transmitted to me without reservation through his fingertips.

Neither of them spoke. After a while, I smiled and said, "Hey, do you know that there is a saying that if a man is in a restless mood, he will calm down when he touches a woman's breasts." ”

"Oh? So I have a few more women on hand, and I'm often in a restless mood...... "l stinky fart."

I hit him and waved my head: "Let's go, take you to the result." Looking forward to your good news. ”

l hesitated, nodded, and quickly opened the car door. I also understand that feeling: a dead horse should be a live horse doctor.

Coming to a familiar floor, this place I never want to come back to a second time in my life. I handed him in the form for the report, then turned sideways and let him wait for it.

l After receiving the test report, I immediately posted it to see that it was negative. The exact number is even lower than mine.

I saw him laughing, but I immediately ran to the bathroom without looking back. I cried when I squatted in the toilet door, this time I cried for myself to unburden, and I was patronizing before thinking about how to comfort L. Then I immediately adjusted my mood, came out and washed my face, and jumped up to find L.

He was there looking at the report. It seems a little unbelievable.

"You see it's negative." He pointed to the report card and showed it to me.

"Hmm." I nodded happily.

"Let's go to dinner!" l said, "Starving! ”

The two of them were like a liberated Prometheus, cheering in their hearts.

"You must have a bad stomach!" After getting in the car, he scratched my nose.

I blushed: "I'm sorry to let you run for nothing." ”

"There's nothing to be sorry for." Anyway, L does have a criminal record, and this time it's a peace of mind.

On the contrary, it's me, and I'm really over-accommodating. In case I get hit this time, I can't do anything about it.

"Come and celebrate!" He turned my head and kissed me, and all of a sudden I had nothing to think about.

He never questioned me, which made me feel very sweet.

I was about to destroy all the reports and documents of the two of them, but L stopped me, and he took out his own copy of the test results separately and carefully put it into a file bag in the car. I wondered why he kept such a thing, so he pulled out another slip and showed it to me, which was also a hospital checklist, which said that the chlamydia mycoplasma test was negative, and I was puzzled, and said, "It means that I don't have an STD." "You're a dead pervert, are you keeping these to check your identity in the future?" "You're overestimating me." L smiled, "Say, what do you want to eat?" ”

"I don't want to eat anything. Do you have to rush back to work in the afternoon? I asked a little eagerly.

As soon as these words came out, both of them were a little speechless.

At this point, the level of tacit understanding between us was very high, and now, now, and immediately, we both really wanted to hold each other and fight for 300 rounds to celebrate.

"There's no way to ......" L looked very reluctant, with resentment in his tone, "There are a lot of things at the end of the month, I have a meeting at three o'clock in the afternoon, and another meeting in the evening." ”

I had to say, "Oh, okay. Then I'll go home first. ”

"I'll send you."