Song Jiamu turned the door handle, and the door was already locked by her.
Just wash it. It’s not like there is no door in the bathroom. How can he sit in the room and eat three bowls of rice while listening to the sound of her bathing?
The private bathroom in the room is relatively small, and the privacy is not as good as the bathroom outside. How can a reserved girl let this 18-meter-old man stay in the room and listen to the sound of her bathing? She can even see through the frosted glass.
She saw some figures that she thought were exquisite and pretty.
The door to the room was locked by her, and Song Jiamu had no choice but to sit at the dining table with his computer and code.
Nian Nian was also thrown out because the kitten gave her underwear to Song Jiamu. Yun Shuqian felt that Nian Nian had learned bad things from him, but in all conscience, Song Jiamu really didn't teach Nian Nian this.
"Meow?"
"You killed me every year, how could I like that kind of thing?"
"Meow wow wow."
The kitten ran away again. It ran to the door and took out Yun Shaqian's socks rolled up into a small ball from inside Yun Shaqian's shoes.
Then he ran back and put this cute ball of socks on Song Jiamu's table.
"...!!"
Song Jiamu immediately looked back at the locked door. If Yun Shuqian discovered this, he would not just be kicked out of the room, he would definitely be kicked out of the house.
Fortunately, she took a shower inside carefully.
Song Jiamu picked up her socks. Although they were worn, there was no peculiar smell and they felt relatively dry, indicating that the girl did not have sweaty feet.
"...How could I like this kind of thing? Don't hurt me every year!"
Song Jiamu didn't dare to look at it. The socks were rolled up into a small ball. He didn't dare to open them. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to roll them back and would be discovered by her, so he quickly took the socks and stuffed them back into her shoes.
After playing with Nian Nian for a while with the cat stick, the kitten finally got tired of running around and stopped being naughty. It went to sleep in a shoe box.
Without the elders around, Song Jiamu felt much more comfortable in her home than in his own home.
I opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of orange juice to drink. Then I saw soaked soybeans in the measuring cup on the dining table. This should be used to make soy milk tomorrow.
The small table she used to put in the living room to code was also put away. When the sun was shining during the day, she would move the small table out to code. She usually coded in her room at night.
Looking at her home, Song Jiamu imagined what she would do when she was at home alone. This was very helpful before coding and could stimulate her imagination.
First, he imagined her face and figure in his mind, and then put her into clothes. They were home clothes. Of course, he could not wear them, but this would make his imagination not detailed enough. After all, he had never seen it.
Then she will timidly run out of the room, wash her socks, and then hang up the washed socks and underwear to dry them. Because they are not high enough, she needs a clothes drying rod. Maybe after drying her underwear, she will bring a kettle to them.
Pour some water on the green onions and coriander...
Song Jiamu just looked at every corner of her home, imagining what she would do in these places, as well as her movements and expressions.
This kind of imagination is actually not difficult. All human actions are actually traceable. As long as you are familiar enough with the other person, you can even easily use the other person's voice to read the sentence, tone, intonation, and even
Wherever you pause, it will come out easily in your mind.
As his brain gradually became more active, Song Jiamu opened the coding software and typed in the title of the first chapter: Mutation.
Writing also relies on imagination. At the beginning, even for the author himself, the characters and the world are actually very unfamiliar, so it is always difficult to write the beginning, and there are repeated dissatisfaction and revisions.
After writing tens of thousands of words, I gradually became familiar with the characters and the world. This kind of imagination became much easier, and the coding speed will be very fast.
Isn't that right? The top writer is actually just a recorder. The characters have their own lives, and he only needs to observe and record them.
Song Jiamu is far from reaching this level.
Internet articles are basically long and long, and there are all kinds of pitfalls dug in the early stage. When it comes to the end, the speed of coding will inevitably slow down again.
Song Jiamu has a habit of writing the title first when writing. The title is also the outline of the chapter. He wrote the titles of ten chapters in a row, and the story line of the two to thirty thousand words was clear.
Half an hour later, he had only written more than 500 words in the first chapter. The beginning is difficult, then the middle is difficult, and the ending is difficult.
He stretched out, picked up the orange juice and took a sip. He looked at the time and saw that Yun Shuqian had been taking a shower for forty-five minutes.
Could it be that it fell into the sewer...
Just as she was thinking about it, the door to her room opened.
The face of the girl who had just taken a bath was flushed. The water temperature in the bath was probably very hot. She was wearing home shorts and a loose button-down pajamas, revealing her beautiful white legs. Her washed hair was wrapped in a bath towel. She always felt
She was still steaming.
As May approaches, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. She doesn't feel cold even in shorts. The cute shorts are strappy and she has a nice bow tied on them.
Yun Shuqian held up the white bath towel that wrapped her hair with one hand. The button-up pajamas were pulled upwards and a touch of white greasy color occasionally appeared between the hem of the clothes and shorts. Only then did Song Jiamu realize that
, her waist is actually so thin, it is not set off by the loose pajamas, but it is really thin, but when it reaches the hips, there is a beautiful curvature like a flower bud.
Well, even though she was the most familiar guy he had grown up with, Song Jiamu had to admit that Yun Shuqian had alluring qualities and she was actually very girly.
This sense of mystery caused by the changes in the girl's body is very attractive, like a flower in bud, people can't help but wonder about the mystery in the bud.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Noticing Song Jiamu's gaze, Yun Shuqian's heart beat faster.
She felt a little uncomfortable, but also felt a little happy and proud because of this look.
When walking past Song Jiamu, she made a vague sound:
"snort."
Then he went to the door, took out the socks stuffed in his shoes, and returned to the room.
Not long after, she passed Song Jiamu again with the washed socks and underwear, and went to the balcony to dry them.
Song Jiamu looked at her, and this movement was not much different from what he had imagined. If there was any difference, it was that she was particularly seductive when doing such movements.
"snort."
After Yun Shuqian poured water on the spring onions and coriander, she snorted next to him again. Like a resentful pig, she returned to the room and closed the door.
Not long after, the sound of the hair dryer came from the room.
"Every year, let's go to the room."
Song Jiamu closed the computer, called the cat, and walked to the door of her room in a hurry.
I knocked on the door first, and the sound of the hair dryer inside stopped for a moment, but there was no other sound, and then the sound of the hair dryer started again.
"You didn't take off your clothes, did you?"
"..."
"Then I'll go in."
"..."
Song Jiamu tentatively turned the door handle. The door that was locked before was no longer locked.
He opened her door easily, only opening it a crack, and Nian Nian slipped in through the crack first and threw himself into Yun Shuqian's arms.
Song Jiamu can't be like that every year.
He first peeked through the crack of the door.
Yun Shuqian ignored him and was blow-drying her hair with her head tilted. It was very tiring for a girl to blow-dry her hair, especially someone like her who had a lot of hair and her hair was wet just after washing. It was good to blow-dry it completely.
long time.
The hair dryer was buzzing, and she seemed to be ignoring Song Jiamu, but she kept glancing at him from the corner of her eye.
Seeing him holding his laptop, he carefully squeezed in through the crack in the door and closed the door gently again, as if he was afraid of making any noise and being scolded by her.
Yun Shuqian was angry and funny, so of course she wouldn't show it, she kept a straight face.
The kitten nuzzled in her arms, and she used a hair dryer to blow on Nian Nian's butt, and warned like a warning: "If you touch my things again, I will beat you."
I was afraid of the hair dryer every year, so scared that I crawled into bed.
Song Jiamu also stopped, feeling that she was speaking to him. He hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to run away like she did every year.
"Nian Nian is just a kitten. What does it know? Don't scare it."
Song Jiamu put down his laptop, and before Yun Shuqian could say anything, he said again: "How about I help you dry your hair?"
"don't want."
"Come on, come on, it's not like I didn't play for you when I was a kid. I'm very skilled now."
When Song Jiamu said this, Yun Shuqian remembered his childhood.
It must have been an evening in the summer when the two of them had finished taking a bath. She sat cross-legged in front of the electric fan and moaned happily, while Song Jiamu sat on a small bench behind her and helped her dry her hair.
It was a very gentle time. After growing up, Song Jiamu was no longer so gentle.
"don't want……"
"Try it, just turn around."
Song Jiamu easily took the hair dryer from her hand.
Yeah, the hair dryer was snatched by him.
The reserved girl had no choice but to turn around and face away from him.
She was sitting on a chair with her bare feet on the snow-white wool carpet. She looked a little shy and folded her hands in a cowardly posture. She would occasionally move her toes playfully, and then she secretly observed him through the reflection of the small mirror on the table.
Song Jiamu pretended not to see elements like ‘carpet’ and ‘feet’.
He sat by the bed, turned on the hair dryer, and blew his hands first. Yun Shuqian looked at him through the small mirror and felt that he looked quite professional.
The girl's back was straight, and her long hair hung down from the back of her weak neck. Song Jiamu stretched out his left hand and gently pushed her hair to one side. Without the cover of the long hair, the girl's unique
A kind of jade-like warmth radiated out, her back was perfectly displayed, and her delicate collarbone traces could be seen from the back. She was a little nervous, swallowed her throat, and clasped her ten fingers shyly, pressing
On tight, white thighs.
"Do you still remember when you were in elementary school? The teacher assigned an assignment and asked you to take care of your parents." Song Jiamu asked, holding her hair.
"Well, I was washing my mother's feet." Yun Shuqian said.
"I was helping my mother blow dry her hair, haha, she was so ugly."
"If you make me look ugly too, I will beat you."
"rest assured."
She had just taken a shower, and her whole body was exuding the fragrance of moist water vapor. Her skin that had absorbed the moisture was surprisingly smooth. Occasionally, when the back of Song Jiamu's fingers touched her neck, she could feel the smoothness.
Warm, warm.
With the help of his nimble fingers, Song Jiamu blew dry her hair from the roots of her scalp first. Whenever his fingers gently stroked her scalp, the girl would close her eyes comfortably and occasionally shrink her neck.
The warmth of the gentle breeze spread little by little in her hair, then surrounded her, making her heart suddenly settle down with warmth.
In the room with the door closed, she, him and the cat, it was a cozy, warm, soft, happy feeling that can only be found in a real home.
"Hmm~~"
The girl couldn't hold it back and made a strange sound.
Fortunately, the hair dryer was noisy and he was blowing it seriously, so he didn't notice it. However, Yun Shuqian's face suddenly turned red and she didn't dare to be as involved as before.
"I didn't expect you to be quite good at it. Have you ever played for other girls?" Yun Shuqian asked indifferently.
"No, I just did it for you. I learned it when I was learning how to style my hair."
"Why are you learning this? You don't have long hair."
"I'll blow it to my wife from now on."
"Then if you still blow it for me, your wife won't be jealous..."
"I'll give you an advantage first. After all, we are the best in the world."
"Who is good to you?"
"how do you feel?"
"One, average."
He gently massaged her scalp, and the girl closed her eyes again.
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(Thank you to the leader of the half-round-faced fat chicken! The boss is generous! The boss’s ideas are flowing freely and the writing is not stuck! I am in a good mood every day!)