Song Jiamu went to the bathroom to wash his feet, sat by the bed and dried them with a towel, and took off his T-shirt at the same time.
Looking at the mobile phone hanging on the bedside stand, he yawned, lay down, and then he appeared on the screen.
Sleeping without clothes again!
Yun Shuqian hid half of his face under the quilt, staring at him unblinkingly with his big eyes.
Not to mention, this annoying guy's exercise over the past month has been quite effective. His skin has gradually become a little wheat-colored, and his muscle lines have become streamlined, making the girl want to take a bite.
"After we are the best in the world, if no one wants you and no one wants me, just marry me."
Song Jiamu lay with his eyes closed, secretly watching her reaction with his peripheral vision.
Yun Shuqian was stunned for a moment, then waved his fist and knocked on the camera, as if it could hit him.
"You, what are you talking about? How can you tell your uncles, aunts, and my parents about this kind of thing? Song Jiamu, you are getting thicker and thicker! I won't be wanted by anyone!"
"What should we do? Your illness never recovers. Do you think you have a partner in the future and you still have to video chat with me every day before you sleep?" Song Jiamu turned sideways and looked at her.
Yun Shuqian felt a little guilty when he saw her, and she was no longer afraid.
Sure enough, people can't lie. She video-recorded with him because she told him that she was scared. If now she says that she is actually not scared, wouldn't it mean that she is plotting something evil?
"Didn't I tell you that I won't find a partner before I'm twenty-eight years old? When I turn twenty-eight, I shouldn't be afraid anymore..."
"Well, I heard that boys who are single at the age of thirty will become magicians, and girls who are single at the age of twenty-eight will become magical girls."
"Go away."
Yun Shuqian rubbed the quilt, the corner of it was tucked around her neck, lying on her side like him, it was very warm and comfortable.
"Then why don't you stop looking for a partner so early? Boys don't have to get married so early. Otherwise, if you find a partner and I video chat with you, you will be beaten to death."
"No, I'm going to find a partner this year."
"you……"
Yun Shuqian was so angry with him that she punched the sleeping bear.
"What did Auntie say to you when you went back just now?"
"Are you peeking?"
"I didn't peek, I just guessed. She must have taught you a lesson for forgetting to bring the key, right?"
"No."
Song Jiamu said honestly: "She said it's so late, why are you coming back?"
"Auntie must be saying something sarcastic."
Yun Shuqian chuckled, and she was very happy when she saw that Song Jiamu had been taught a lesson.
It seems to have become a habit to video chat with him every day before going to bed, and then the two of them chat for a while under the quilt.
People are always emotional when they are quiet late at night. For girls, the last person they talk to before going to bed may be the person they are closest to.
Lying on the bed, watching each other's sleeping state, and chatting for a while, there is no pressure, it is very relaxed and very comfortable.
Yun Shuqian remembered that when she usually went to Caiyi dormitory to take a nap, Han Yin in the next bed would chat with her boyfriend like this, pull up the curtains, turn on the video, and talk quietly. At this time, the people in the dormitory would
The other girls would quiet down and eavesdrop on other people's sweet talk.
What's the matter of 'um~ baby, I miss you so much' 'baby, what did you eat for lunch?' 'baby, does your stomach still hurt? I'll help you blow it, huh~~'
Ouch! It’s so disgusting! She wouldn’t even dare to write like this in her novel!
Yun Shuqian was also among the eavesdroppers. At that time, she was thinking that if she were Han Yin, she would feel very ashamed.
Now that I think about it, the pity is that they were the ones who eavesdropped. Han Yin was having so much fun chatting, and no one else was around at all.
"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu."
Yun Shuqian pulled the quilt and called his name.
At this time of night, the tone and tone of her calling his name were completely different from those during the day. It sounded soft and sweet, a bit like coquettishness.
During the day, you can imagine the frightening voice of your old mother when she calls you by your full name.
"Song Jiamu? Are you asleep?"
"……Um?"
It was almost half past eleven, and Song Jiamu was so sleepy that when he answered her, his voice was very lazy.
"I want to say, on Friday, we can give the manuscript to Toon together. What do you think?"
"Um……"
"Also, I suddenly remembered..."
Song Jiamu was speechless. When he was still awake, she had no words at all. Now that he was about to fall asleep, she became energetic and her chatterbox kept shaking.
"Be good, go to bed, we'll talk to you tomorrow, good night."
Song Jiamu interrupted her.
Yun Shuqian didn't hear anything else clearly, but the "good boy" heard it very clearly, as if a pair of big hands were gently rubbing her breasts. She suddenly couldn't say a word.
"You, what did you say..."
"I told you to behave."
"oh."
She closed her mouth and pulled the quilt higher, leaving only a pair of big eyes blinking at him on the screen.
After a while, she used a voice that she could hear, pulled down the quilt a little, revealed her little mouth and said: "Good night..."
After waiting for a long time, Song Jiamu made no movement. After waiting for a while, he was already snoring softly.
Yun Shuqian just watched him sleep, being obedient and said nothing.
Of course, she was definitely not listening to him. She was not really obedient, but she knew that he would get up very early tomorrow for a run. If he didn't sleep well, he would be very tired all day long.
It's not that I'm worried that he will be tired, it's just...
Yun Shuqian thought for a long time, and finally found the reason - if it disturbed him so much that he couldn't sleep, he might not get up and run, and he wouldn't bring her the sandwich she wanted to eat.
Yes, that's it.
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After entering April, it rains more in southern Jiangsu.
Thursday is Grain Rain, which is also the best time to eat Chinese toon.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It started to rain in the middle of the night, not heavily, but it continued to rain all night and continued to rain until dawn.
With the slight sound of rain and the sound of deep sleep in the video, Yun Shuqian slept particularly sweetly and well that night.
Because when Song Jiamu woke up, he found that she was still on the pillow.
In the past, she either rolled against the wall or fell asleep under the quilt, but it was quite rare for her to sleep obediently like this.
The video on his mobile phone was facing her face, and he listened carefully. Even though he was usually irritating when he spoke or shut up, he was quite cute and cute when the only sound was the sound of sleeping breathing.
Song Jiamu got up, changed clothes, and opened the curtains. It was still raining outside.
The running plan can only be put on hold for the time being.
He brushed his teeth and washed his face first, the rain hadn't stopped yet.
It was still early, and although he couldn't run anymore, Song Jiamu didn't go back to bed to sleep.
He held an umbrella and walked into the early morning rain.
From Huabanli Road, go straight to Anjiang Road. The distance is not very far, just two kilometers if you walk directly there.
On the day of Grain Rain, after a night of warm rain, the exceptionally soft style of the morning brought the branches of the weeping willows on the roadside to Song Jiamu.
That touch of green that had just sprouted and was full of vitality rushed into his field of vision ignorantly, gently brushing against his umbrella.
Water drops flowed down the umbrella ribs, and he raised his eyes, and then saw large green and hazy smoke, along the direction of the street, far away.
The world suddenly turned into color.
"Boss, I want two grilled cheese sandwiches and two pumpkin porridge, please take them away."
"Okay, take it."
I walked back with the purchased breakfast. When I returned to the community, it was almost the same time as usual.
The pig next door also got up.
I was originally a little melancholy when I saw that it was raining today and the clouds were sparse. I thought that my breakfast must have been ruined.
However, she still beat the soaked soybeans into soy milk, and when she was pouring the soy milk into the soy milk machine, the doorbell rang.
He ran over happily, opened the door, and saw Song Jiamu through the crack of the door.
Sure enough, he didn't go for a run because his clothes were different and he was still wearing slippers. His toes looked wet and his trousers were rolled up a bit.
He held a wet umbrella in his right hand and a delicate breakfast in his left hand.
"Here, your takeaway has arrived."
Song Jiamu handed her the sandwich and pumpkin porridge she wanted to eat.
Yun Shuqian looked a little touched. She took the breakfast, bit her lip, blinked and said, "Did you go out to buy breakfast on the way? It's raining today..."
"no."
Song Jiamu said: "Obviously I held an umbrella specially to help you buy it. Are you touched?"
"Just a little bit."
Yun Shuqian pinched her fingers to show him, then ran back into the house and took out his cup of soy milk and gave it to him.
"It's raining today, are you still riding an electric bike to school?"
"I have a raincoat, or a double raincoat. It doesn't rain too much, so it should be fun." Song Jiamu took a sip of soy milk and said leisurely.
Just don’t invite her to ride an electric bike together.
Yun Shuqian felt a little itchy, so her hands also itched, and she held the door without closing it. Her tender fingers were like a kitten grinding its claws, gently picking at the edge of the door.
She slept very well last night, and her eyes were not swollen when she woke up today. They were sparkling. Her eyes were big and full of agility.
But now there is a little unknown resentment in these big eyes, so the little mouth is also pursed a little, the little nose is wrinkled, looking at Song Jiamu with a proud face.
"Do you have anything else to say?" she asked.
"No more." Song Jiamu took another sip of soy milk and smacked his mouth in enjoyment.
"Bye then." Yun Shuqian stuck out her tongue at him, said "slightly~", and then prepared to close the door.
"Hey, wait a minute." Song Jiamu blocked the door.
Yun Shuqian stopped closing the door, blinked her big eyes, not knowing what to think, and started picking at the door again with her tender fingers.
"Do you know what cute aggression means?"
"Um?"
Yun Shuqian was stunned for a moment, thinking he was going to invite her to ride a bike to school, but he asked a strange word.
While she was thinking like a doubtful kitten, Song Jiamu suddenly reached out his hand and pinched her soft face twice.
"It's cuteness aggression."
Before she could get angry, Song Jiamu quickly ran away.