Yun Shuqian stood up, inserted his hands behind his neck, and brushed up his dried hair in one breath.
She looked very energetic, every strand of hair was smooth and refreshing, and after her scalp was gently massaged by his fingers, she felt that the fatigue of the whole day had been cleared away.
Darling, it turns out it feels so good to have a boy help blow dry your hair!
Yun Shuqian was a little worried whether he would suffer from some strange disease like "the sequelae of being obsessed with Song Jiamu's embrace" after being "obsessed with Song Jiamu's embrace".
But she really enjoyed it, so much so that she even wanted to wash her hair again and let him blow her properly again.
Contrary to the energetic Yun Shuqian, there is Song Jiamu who is sitting by the bed and looking slightly depressed.
Even though he had such a strong body, his arms felt sore after blow-drying her hair for so long.
Boys' hair is short and can be dried in a few minutes at most, but girls' hair is long and the temperature of the hair dryer should not be too high, otherwise it will damage the hair. You can only move it farther away and blow slowly with warm air.
For the first time, Song Jiamu realized how difficult it is for girls. If a girl is willing to go out and wash your hair for you, she must be serious about it.
"Aren't you going back yet?" Yun Shuqian asked, looking at Song Jiamu who was sitting motionless by the bed.
"I didn't bring the key. I'm staying at your place tonight. Are you too cruel to just let me go after you have used me up?"
Song Jiamu refused to leave and sat on the bed, covered with her quilt, put the computer on her lap and continued typing.
"You, don't get on my bed, come down quickly, are you ashamed?"
"What kind of relationship do we have? Wasn't it like this when we were young? Now there's no one else around. Besides, it's the same when you're in my room."
"How am I doing?"
"so."
Song Jiamu followed her example and lay down directly on the bed, got under the quilt, kicked the quilt with his legs a few times, then rolled up her quilt, rested on her pillow, and even hugged her sleeping bear.
Start rolling.
"...When did I become like this!"
Seeing his outrageous imitation, Yun Shuqian blushed with embarrassment. For a moment, she really doubted that she was really like this in his eyes?
I have to say that her bed is really soft. Both the quilt and the pillows have a faint girlish fragrance, which makes people unable to help but bury their faces in the quilt and smell it deeply.
"Don't touch my things!"
Yun Shuqian rushed over and snatched away the sleeping bear, then snatched away the pillow and hit him with it.
Song Jiamu refused to leave, and there was nothing she could do about him. She couldn't pull the quilt off him, and she always felt like she had lured a wolf into the house. When this guy became thick-skinned, she was really helpless.
"If you interrupt my coding, you will be dead."
"Hit me to death with a pillow?" Song Jiamu asked arrogantly.
"Cover you to death! Humph!"
"I want to fart..."
"?"
Yun Shuqian pounced on him again and drove him to the bathroom.
For the first time in his life, Song Jiamu farted in the bathroom. He went to the toilet on the way, and when he was drying himself, it accidentally dripped onto the side of the toilet. He took out a tissue and wiped it clean, otherwise she would definitely nag him.
Yun Shuqian couldn't drive him away, so she opened the door.
Now she and Song Jiamu are the only ones in the house now, and they feel very free, but they also feel very ambiguous, especially since the house is so big, it will always be a bit weird for her and him to hide in the room and close the door.
Although this happened to me when I was a kid, I am not a kid now.
Ever since there was a distinction between genders, she has never been like this with him again.
I had a dream the night before yesterday, which was just as outrageous as the previous dream about leaping frogs. This time I dreamed about being in the classroom, and in the dream Song Jiamu was touching her and kissing her.
There were strange things and strange feelings, so that when she woke up, Yun Shuqian felt like she was broken.
How could he break into her dream without permission! Even if he broke in, he still did excessive things to her in the dream. The most hateful thing was that he seemed to have no strength. Even though he was excessive, he still
She just couldn't push him away, no matter how hard she tried.
Now I think of Song Jiamu breaking into her room without permission. Could it be that he would do something excessive to her without permission like in the dream?
Thinking like this, Yun Shuqian became very angry, but she couldn't tell him why she was angry. If she did, the reserved girl would die of embarrassment.
Before Song Jiamu came out, she crawled onto the bed, rolled up all the quilts on her body, hugged pillows and other items, opened her laptop, and started typing angrily.
When Song Jiamu came out of the bathroom, he saw her like this.
The bed was a mess, and she and Nian Nian were crowded on the bedside with quilts, pillows, sleeping bears, and laptops.
Song Jiamu felt that the atmosphere was not right. Did she know that he peed on the toilet?
"Haha..." He laughed dryly, intending to liven up the atmosphere, "Are you cold? Why are you wrapped in a ball, and the door is not closed. If you close it, there will be no wind."
"Don't close it." Song Jiamu had just touched the door handle when her voice came.
"Then don't close it...well, I'd better go home."
"Don't leave."
Yun Shuqian patted the empty seat at the end of the bed: "Sit here and write."
Song Jiamu had no choice but to climb onto the bed carefully, put the laptop on his lap, about eighty centimeters away from her, and coded quietly.
Seeing that he didn't do anything 'without permission', Yun Shuqian breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the dream was just a dream and could never happen.
Although this guy always wants to mess up her plans, if she regards him messing up his plans as part of the plan, wouldn't the plan not be messed up?
As expected, he was as smart as a monkey, and Yun Shuqian was relieved.
Yun Shuqian was leaning against the head of the bed, and Song Jiamu was at the end of the bed, leaning against the wall. She only had to raise her head slightly to see him, but if he wanted to peek at her, he would have to turn his head ninety degrees.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As the sound of typing on the keyboard sounded, neither of them spoke, and gradually entered a state of typing.
Like him, the beginning of a story always requires more thought. During the breaks in thinking, Yun Shuqian would secretly look at him.
"How many words have you written?"
"It's one thousand and five years old, how about you?"
"Eight hundred..."
Seeing that he had written so much, Yun Shuqian felt the pressure and hurriedly worked hard to type.
The quilts were all with her. Song Jiamu was wearing shorts without a quilt covering him. The temperature dropped at night and he seemed a little cold, but he didn't feel it even though he was concentrating on typing.
Yun Shuqian stood up, lifted a pair of snow-white legs from the quilt, stepped on the carpet with her bare feet, and opened the cupboard.
Song Jiamu raised his head and looked at her. She had her back to him. Her graceful legs were very beautiful. Her calves were slender, her thighs were fleshy, her white skin was dazzling, and her shorts outlined the curvature of the girl's buttocks.
She turned around, and Song Jiamu immediately looked away, pretending to have been typing.
Then a blanket was thrown next to him.
"Um?"
"I'll cover this for you. Don't make it dirty. I usually cover it on the sofa when I take a nap. If you can't go back, you can sleep on the sofa tonight..."
"The sofa is very uncomfortable. How about I stay with you..."
"Don't push yourself too far."
"Schrödinger's thoughtfulness..."
As the name suggests, she will be very considerate when you don't pay attention, but she won't be considerate if you notice.
Song Jiamu murmured in a low voice and covered her lower body with a blanket. It was plush and comfortable and had a light fragrance. This fragrance came from the same source as her bed, quilt, and pillow.
Spelling helps to concentrate. When the two used to use vests, they often spelled, but now it was the first time they spelled face to face.
Song Jiamu started coding first, and it was already past ten o'clock after finishing two chapters. Yun Shuqian had only written one and a half chapters.
He climbed out of bed quietly and walked out of the room.
"Are you going back?"
"Peel an apple and eat it."
Song Jiamu looked at her and saw that she was hesitant to speak. She didn't say anything, so he didn't ask. He went out to the refrigerator and took two apples. He peeled them carefully with a knife, then cut them into pieces of pulp and put them on a plate.
Pack it up, poke two toothpicks, and carry it into the room.
"Here, I cut some for you too."
"Hee, thank you~"
Yun Shuqian hadn't eaten the apple yet, but she felt sweet in her heart. She just wanted to eat it, but she was embarrassed to say that she didn't want to eat it if she peeled it herself.
Song Jiamu held the fruit plate, sat down on the bedside with her, picked up a piece and gave it to Nian Nian to taste.
The kitten eats everything, and its little teeth work well. It gnawed on an apple. After a few bites, it stopped eating every year because it was too sour.
"Is it sweet?"
"Uh-huh."
"How much have you written?"
"It's only two chapters after I finish writing this." Yun Shuqian said, then asked him: "How many have you written?"
"Two chapters."
Then the two exchanged glances and each gave the other some suggestions.
"I think you can delete this description of the environment and just add the following paragraph. Just this... In terms of daily love, if I were a reader, I would be more eager to see the appearance of the heroine and the foreshadowing information in the first half of the chapter.
With the setting of the male protagonist, the female protagonist’s information will appear in the second half of the chapter, and the female protagonist will be released in the second chapter at the latest.”
"Then these should be deleted. There are so many words. I feel very distressed."
"There's no need to delete it. Save it for later. Pull out the important ones first."
"Hmm, I think you need to change this too. I feel that there is still too much background material, and the protagonist feels that he can't take action. Let's show the action of this section first, and then explain it to make it look smoother." Yun Shu
Qian also gave him some advice.
"Here? Let me see..."
"The vampire mutation in the first chapter is not explosive enough. You can try the writing style of Kafka's "The Metamorphosis". "One morning, Gregor Samsa woke up from an uneasy sleep and found himself lying on the bed
The bed turned into a giant beetle. "This is very explosive. Not only is it terrifying to think about, but it also goes against objective physics. The greater the contrast, the more interested I am."
"It makes sense, I'll try it."
The two of them were leaning on the bedside together, each holding a laptop in their arms. Their feet, which were covered in blankets and quilts respectively, were also swaying, jumping back and forth.
The shoulders that were originally separated from each other were brought together unconsciously, and one could smell the scent of the other person talking, which was the fresh aroma of apples.
Although they are not professional editors or great writers, they each looked at each other's works from the perspective of readers, found many problems, and revised them one by one.
For online articles, the beginning is very important. It is worth spending several times the time to polish it. After all, there is no guarantee of fame. You can only try your best to catch the readers. The beginning of the big brother can be slower, after all.
If you have a fan base, your fans will be more patient.
After the modification was completed, the two of them closed the computer. It was already eleven o'clock, and Song Jiamu started to feel sleepy.
"Then when do you plan to publish the book?" Yun Shuqian asked.
"Next Monday? It's Wednesday now. Let's save the manuscript for a few days and send it to the editor on Friday."
"Yeah, I also plan to do it next Monday."
Yun Shuqian knew that his editor was Toon, and her editor was also Toon. This was not an agreement. The two of them published their own books at that time, and Toon signed the contract.
After all, I am not a big boss, and I rarely talk to editors. Unless some chapters are overturned and get 404, I will lick my face to find Toon to unblock them, and I dare not ask for recommendations.
However, the people at Toon are quite nice and will help read the manuscript and give suggestions.
The scrambled eggs with toon are quite delicious. Yun Shuqian plans to make them tomorrow. I wonder if toon can be purchased in the market.
Both editors and authors seem to like using these delicious pen names.
"Then I'm leaving. What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"
"sandwich!"
Yun Shuqian waited for him to say, "Do you want to go to school together tomorrow?" Then she rejected him, but Song Jiamu didn't say anything.
"What if I can't go back? Am I really going to sleep on the sofa?"
"Go away, sleep in the corridor, hum."
Song Jiamu hugged the computer and the cat. Yun Shuqian sent him out, closed the door, and lay down on the cat's eye to watch him ring the doorbell.
After pressing for a while, his door opened. It was his aunt who opened the door for him. He couldn't hear what they were saying.
Yun Shuqian guessed that Auntie must be teaching him a lesson for forgetting to bring the key.
Li Yuan curiously glanced at the door that had just been closed opposite, and then at her son, who was a head taller than herself.
"Are you coming back so late?"
"...Why don't you come back? I'm just going to take Nian Nian over to play. I'll be coding in the living room with Yun Shuqian."
Song Jiamu was tired and exhausted, and yawned: "I'm so sleepy, I'm so sleepy, good night."
When he passed by, Li Yuan saw the long hair on his back shoulder...
The old couple was so excited that they didn't sleep all night.