In mid-April, the temperature dropped again. Fortunately, this drop in temperature did not last long. After only three or five days, the weather became sunny again.
It's cooler at night, and the temperature during the day is generally above 25 degrees.
During normal classes, Yun Shuqian no longer needs to wear a thick coat and puts on light spring clothes.
It seemed that for the first time in her life, she noticed the changes in the slow transition between spring and summer.
I get up early every morning to make soy milk, brush my teeth on the balcony and look at the entrance of the community in a daze, watching the green onions and coriander in the flower pots grow taller and taller, which gives me a very comfortable and comfortable feeling.
Today is already April 20th. Counting on your fingers, it has been almost a month since Song Jiamu said he wanted to reconcile with her and took action.
Yun Shuqian also gradually adapted to the new way of getting along with the two of them. She no longer had to deliberately avoid him or find fault with him. Although she still beat him every day, it seemed that the two of them had not quarreled for a long time. It had been a long time.
Not for a long time.
Every day when she wakes up, there are steamed buns, sandwiches, fried dough sticks, small cakes, bread, egg pancakes, millet porridge, and noodle soup to eat. There is also an incompetent but hard-working vice president as his subordinate, who also works part-time as a driver to pick her up from school.
, days like this day after day, Yun Shuqian felt that he was about to be corroded by the new life.
Well, Yun Shuqian admitted that Song Jiamu was actually not annoying, and sometimes he was quite likeable.
But ever since that day when she said, ‘I’ll beat you to death if you ask if you want to go to school together again,’ he really didn’t ask again! Not even once!
It didn't matter if he didn't ask, but he still did what he did at the beginning. Whenever he met her on the way to school, Song Zhutou would whistle, stop with her leisurely, and then pass her with a hiss.
.
This made Yun Shuqian very depressed. He didn't ask her, and she was too embarrassed to say, "Song Jiamu, please take me to school." However, he seduced her so much that she hesitated several times.
He stopped, stopped talking and wanted to, and almost broke his guard.
In addition to these, she has gained a lot of weight every year, and of course she has almost finished thinking about her new book.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly and I felt very comfortable. It was such a good day.
After having dinner with Yuan Caiyi at noon, Yun Shuqian sent a message to the group.
Yun Zhu Po: "@All members, go to the small pavilion for a meeting in ten minutes."
Song Zhutou: "Ten minutes is too long, let's give it five minutes."
Yun Shuqian ignored him. She knew this guy was in the pavilion, otherwise he would never have talked for five minutes.
After getting a pot of water in the canteen, Yun Shuqian walked quickly to the pavilion.
This place has become the daily meeting base of the Internet Literature Club. Yun Shuqian does not hold meetings very often. Song Jiamu will sleep here when the weather is good. If she has nothing to do, she will look weird coming here.
Walking along the path, I saw Song Zhutou in the pavilion from a distance.
This guy really regarded this pavilion as his own. He didn't care about the image at all. He lay down on the bench, covered his face with an open book, and took off his shoes. He was wearing gray socks.
He leaned on the backrest of the bench with his legs bent, and part of the afternoon sun shone on him, so he slept very comfortably.
"Ahem!"
"..."
"Meeting!"
"..."
Seeing that he was still pretending to sleep, Yun Shuqian took away the book covering his face and stretched out his fingers to pinch his face.
"Hey... let go, let go!"
Song Jiamu didn't dare to pretend to be asleep anymore and quickly got up.
Not to mention, among boys, this guy's skin is really good. Yun Shuqian pinched his face, and after pinching his face, his fingers didn't feel greasy and were very fresh and clean.
"What kind of meeting are we having at noon? It's just the two of us in the club. If you have something to do, you can just say no to my room at night."
"This is too informal, feet." She patted his feet.
Song Jiamu retracted his legs, and Yun Shuqian sat down at the other end of the bench and took out his laptop in a dignified manner.
"Why don't you take a nap first?"
"don't want."
"Shall we go back to back?"
"...We're in a meeting now. Do you think I'm asking you for a date?"
"You can also hold meetings back to back. The backrest of this bench is very uncomfortable. You will know after trying it."
"...How to rely on it?" Yun Shuqian was a little moved.
Song Jiamu seems to be born with the ability to confuse people. She is someone who wants to fight, while he is someone who finds enjoyment in his free time.
"Well, take off your shoes."
Song Jiamu squatted down as he spoke and was about to untie her shoelaces.
The movement is very fast, it looks like I can’t wait.
By the time Yun Shuqian reacted, he had already taken her shoes off, revealing the girl's little white socks.
"Oh, what are you doing? You don't need to take off your clothes!"
"Hey, it stinks so bad." Song Jiamu couldn't eat the grapes, so he started to say that the grapes were sour.
"...My feet smell like?!" No girl can tolerate a boy saying her feet smell bad. She loves to be clean. Her feet are white and tender, and her white socks are super clean when she changes them every day. Her shoes have just been washed not long ago.
Yun Shuqian almost jumped up in embarrassment. As soon as he took off his shoes, his feet wearing white socks kicked him and even tried to stuff it into his mouth.
"I just want to stink you to death, stink you to death!"
"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble..."
Thinking of the way this guy was riding an electric bike when she went to school this morning, and now that he said she smelled, the girl finally found a reason to vent her little resentment.
The feet wearing white socks kicked his knees, stepped on his chest, and then tried to raise them a little higher and stuff them into his mouth.
Let me state in advance that this is not about knowing his preferences and indulging him.
It wasn't until his feet were held by him that Yun Shuqian became honest.
"You still want to kick me? Be careful, I'll take off your socks too, and then I'll use a wicker stick to scratch the soles of your feet."
"How dare you... let go!"
She looked around for the first time, and luckily there was no one else. Then she quickly put her feet back, her cheeks flushed, her delicate lips pursed, and her big, beautiful eyes stared at him sideways.
, trying to roll out more eye rolls.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It wasn't until Song Jiamu returned to the bench to sit down that she quickly kicked his ass again. It seemed that whoever could attack again in the final step would be able to get
It seems like a final victory.
Song Jiamu didn't fight back anymore, and she felt that she had finally won as she wished, so her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth curved up, like a successful little fox, and she snorted: "You stink to death!"
"..."
Song Jiamu was angry and funny. He remembered a scene in "Kung Fu" where even though he was beaten to the floor, he still raised a stick and hit Huoyun Evil God on the head.
In fact, her feet are not smelly at all. They even make people feel that they smell good because they are so cute.
Song Jiamu leaned towards her, and Yun Shuqian thought he was going to fight back again, so she immediately took an offensive stance. Even if she really got into trouble with him and she couldn't get the upper hand, she didn't think about running away.
It was as if the pavilion was surrounded by barriers, trapping her here. Even if she was bullied to death by him, she didn't want to run away.
"Come on, back to back, it's very comfortable!"
"If I don't want it, who will go back to back with you?"
"How will you know if you don't try."
"……how to do?"
"Learn like me."
Song Jiamu turned his back to her, with his feet flat on the bench wearing socks, his legs bent, and his hands holding his knees.
Perhaps because the bench was not long enough and he was relatively tall, when he sat with his back to her, he occupied nearly two-thirds of the seat.
Yun Shuqian also imitated him, turned her back to him, raised her feet wearing white socks and stepped flat on the bench, bent her legs, and hugged her knees with her hands.
The two of them came closer, and then the most curved parts of their waists came into contact with each other.
Some kind of indescribable feeling came from the bottom of their hearts. The two of them relaxed a little more, so the area of contact between their respective backs continued to increase.
Until the back is completely pressed against each other, it feels like being filled by the other person.
The girl's body was slender and soft, and Song Jiamu felt like she was leaning on the softest sofa. She was small, as light as a bone, like a ball of cotton, and like a real cloud.
And Yun Shuqian's feeling was even more obvious. His back was strong and broad, and it didn't hurt like stones or wooden boards. It was hard but soft, and it also had its own heating. His back felt warm and full of elasticity.
, allowing her to lean back boldly and confidently, feeling full of security.
"How do you feel? I'm not lying to you. Isn't it very comfortable?"
"One, average."
Yun Shuqian felt so comfortable that she even hummed. The stone chair was cool, but her back was warm. Could this be the world of ice and fire?
"Then try the next step."
"What's the next step? Isn't this enough?"
Hearing him say there was still a next step, Yun Shuqian, who was already feeling comfortable, became excited again.
"The next step is called brain physiotherapy. You lean your head as far back as possible, and then the backs of our heads touch each other."
"Is this so?"
The two of them leaned their heads back at the same time, and she seemed impatient, so she bumped into his head with a thud.
"Woo..."
The girl burst into tears, made a sound like a puppy, and held her head in pain.
Seeing that he didn't seem to be in any pain, he turned around and patted him: "I'm going to die. Why is your head so hard?"
"Slow down, you bumped into it yourself. Let's try again."
With the lesson just learned, Yun Shuqian slowed down.
"Relax, close your eyes and feel with your heart."
The two people's backs were close together again, and her head slowly tilted back, and soon touched the back of Song Jiamu's head.
It was as if the distance between souls had been shortened to the extreme. At that moment, goosebumps appeared on Yun Shuqian's arms, and a certain electric shock-like feeling flowed from her head to her neck, heart, and then to her toes. Her lovely toes curled up.
Woke up.
Because of their different heights, her head was lower than Song Jiamu's, so the two of them staggered a little tacitly, with her pillow on the back of his neck, while Song Jiamu gently rubbed the top of her head with the back of his head.
She closed her eyes, and the afternoon sun shone through her eyelids, giving her a warm glow. She could hear the sound of their hair rubbing together, and her eyes gradually blurred, as if her soul had been extracted. Sure enough, she was focused on enjoying herself.
Song Jiamu can be called an expert.
Song Jiamu tilted his head back, nuzzling her gently like a cat, and she responded like a cat. The girl's soft hair was scattered on his neck, smooth and fragrant, and he could pass it through
I could feel her heartbeat on my back, which was just as fast and thumping as his.