Song Jiamu was walked out of the building by Yun Shuqian who was swatting his butt with a racket like a fly.
Trying to predict the aunt's cycle by judging a girl's daily mood state does not work for Yun Shuqian, because Song Jiamu feels like her aunt is here every day.
"Then when does your aunt usually come?"
"Why should I tell you!"
Yun Shuqian spanked him hard on the buttocks again with the swatter.
"You would have told me before..."
"roll."
Song Jiamu didn't dare to mention it anymore.
Yun Shuqian found pleasure in slapping his butt. He walked in front and she patted him behind with a swatter.
He didn't stop until he reached the electric car.
"Get in the car."
Song Jiamu got into the driver's seat, reversed the car and parked in front of her.
Yun Shuqian put the racket on her shoulder, and when she was about to sit astride it, she remembered that she was wearing a short sports skirt today, which was too unladylike.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that she was still not getting into the car, Song Jiamu turned around and asked, "Can you get the racket? If not, let me get it."
"The sports skirt I'm wearing..."
"Don't you have safety pants?"
"That's right, I almost forgot about it."
Safety pants are really a good thing. They allow girls to play ball and ride in cars without restraint. Even if their skirts are blown up by the wind, they still have shorts!
Yun Shuqian held his shoulders and sat astride the back seat. Wearing a skirt was quite comfortable. She could spread her legs widely and didn't have to worry about her crotch splitting.
Of course, a reserved girl would not do this. Yun Shuqian looked a little shy, but she was closer to Song Jiamu than usual. Her smooth and white thighs gently pinched his buttocks, and she also pressed the hem of her skirt and sat down, and then
The racket was also taken off her shoulders to hold down the hem of her skirt. Even a Category 8 typhoon couldn't blow her skirt.
Song Jiamu also wore lightweight sports shorts, which made the skin contact between the two of them much more sensitive than usual.
Yun Shuqian hugged his waist, and Song Jiamu slowly drove the car.
The wind blowing in front of me was cool, but it was warm, and Yun Shuqian also felt warm.
So she hugged him gently, quietly, and closer than usual.
If she was riding an electric car, then she felt that it was natural for her to hold him, but it seemed strange to hold him at home like she did last night...
"Song Jiamu."
"Um?"
"Are you ticklish?"
"...I'm driving the car, don't scratch me."
"I won't scratch you, so I'll just ask."
"Of course I'm afraid."
Yun Shuqian stopped asking and was in a good mood. I heard that men who are ticklish love their wives more.
When she heard these things before, she didn't believe them at all. For example, sneezing means someone is missing you. She felt that they were just like horoscopes, and they were all lies. Although she doesn't believe it now, she is willing to listen to such things.
, sometimes I even check the horoscope, but I don’t know why.
According to psychology, if you like someone for more than four months, that is love.
But she has known Song Jiamu for fifteen years. Now, she can't distinguish between likes and loves. It seems that seeing him every day has become a habit.
There would be times when she wanted to see him, and times when she didn't want to see him. He would make her angry, and he would make her happy. In short, it was a mess, and I didn't even know what it was.
Sometimes she would have a strange sense of dependence on him, like the incalculable π in mathematics, or the three flying little balls in astrophysics. God always gave her some unsolvable answers.
question.
She kept cutting it and it was still messy, so she just didn't want to think about it anymore.
It’s nice to have days like this without big winds and waves and no ups and downs.
Although Song Zhutou always disrupted her plans, she really didn't hate him.
Fifteen years is a very long time, and it has spanned her growth period. Perhaps her current character, soul, and even appearance are also partly influenced by Song Jiamu.
"...You tickled me again! Be careful I throw you down!"
"I don't!"
…
When they arrived at the arena, Song Jiamu parked the car.
Yun Shuqian got off the car, put her palms in front of her forehead, and looked at the sky in the distance. The sun was very bright, and it cast a golden halo on her hair tied into a ponytail.
"The weather is beautiful!" she said.
"I heard it's going to rain on May Day." Song Jiamu reminded.
"If it rains, we can write in the hotel."
The May Day club activities were planned, and Yun Shuqian didn't want to change the plan.
"You booked a hotel so quickly?"
"not yet."
"Then let's live together and get a double room to save money."
"Are you ashamed of saying this?"
"You are still afraid that I will do something wrong to you."
"You said it yourself last time, saying that you started to be dissatisfied with your desires after going to college."
"...Even if you don't have confidence in me, you still don't have confidence in yourself?"
Yun Shuqian stroked her for a long time before realizing that this guy was secretly rubbing her chest again and so on, so she spanked him again with the paddle.
The two walked into the arena, and the staff helped open the court. The arena was not big, and there were people playing badminton in several courts around it. Most of them looked quite professional.
Young and beautiful boys and girls also attract the attention of others.
"Let's do some warm-up exercises first."
"Song Jiamu, have you watched the aerobics recently?"
"The one with Liu Genghong?"
"Uh-huh!"
"You want to learn?" Song Jiamu asked curiously.
"I tried it, but I was so tired that I stopped dancing. It would be nice if someone danced with me."
"Why don't you try telling me, 'Ah Song Jiamu, you can dance aerobics with me.'"
"Ah Song Jiamu, I won't do aerobics with you."
Yun Shuqian snorted and planned to teach him a lesson while playing ball.
"Like me, move your wrists, ankles, knees, and hips, stretch your arms, stretch your legs..."
Song Jiamu was doing warm-up exercises, and Yun Shuqian followed him awkwardly.
Sure enough, many things depend on appearance. When Yun Shuqian does these actions, although they are not standard, they are very cute. The girl's immature body seems to have endless youthful vitality.
"Do you still remember the principles you mentioned before?"
"Okay, I won't spike the ball or steal your backcourt. No matter you win or lose, you will serve. Otherwise, you will guard the single court and I will guard the double court, which is the line between these two sides. As long as you don't hit the outside of the court.
, it doesn’t count as you being out of bounds.”
"You're right!"
"I said."
"Then you're dead."
Song Jiamu gave her the badminton, and Yun Shuqian threw the ball up and slapped it with the racket.
She doesn't care about diagonal serves, as long as the ball can be shot.
Her serve was so high, if it had been anyone else, Song Jiamu would have smashed it for her.
With a few principles in mind, Song Jiamu hit the ball back to her very gently.
She would still be able to catch the ball if it was a shallow ball. Movement and such were unnecessary for her, so she would just stand and wait for the ball to come to her.
She patted her back and forth a few times, and Song Jiamu ran around to catch her miss-hit ball, which was considered to be an exercise effect.
Gradually, she was encouraged to move slowly, and Yun Shuqian also started running a little.
Occasionally, Song Jiamu would deliberately give her a pass, and his acting skills made it impossible for her to see any flaws. Yun Shuqian felt that she was very powerful and looked happy.
Then the next ball was not allowed to her, and she swung it away. The badminton hit her head with a thud, and she covered her forehead and said "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh like me".
The girl's skin was extremely tender, and even with such light pressure, there was still a small red mark on her forehead.
Her pace also started to pick up, because the balls Song Jiamu hit were getting more and more tricky, but it happened to be a ball that she could catch with just a little effort. Yun Shuqian just ran around, her face was so tired.
She was flushed, sweating a lot, and her heartbeat was so fast, but she was very happy every time she could catch the ball.
"Take a rest, take a rest, I'm exhausted." Song Jiamu said.
"..." Yun Shuqian still wanted to be tough, but she was even worse than him. She was gasping for air. If he didn't consider her and stop to rest, she would be ruined by him.
The two of them sat side by side on the rest bench at the back, with their legs straightened.
The girl's thighs were also sweating. Her slender and well-proportioned legs under the short skirt were very beautiful. Her fair skin had a greasy sheen from sweat. The skin at the base of her thighs was also a bit alluring crimson. Her pretty face was sweating even more.
The cheeks are also red and the neck is moist.
Sitting next to her, Song Jiamu felt that she smelled particularly sweet.
After smelling her fragrant and alluring scent, my heart beat faster than when I just exercised.
"Here, drink water."
Song Jiamu unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it to her.
Yun Shuqian took it and drank several sips happily, then screwed the lid back, supported the chair with both hands, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"I haven't sweated so much in a long time!"
"Didn't you sweat a lot while running that day?"
"But compared to running, I think it's more fun. If exercise is like this, I don't think I hate exercise."
"Are your legs sore? Do you want me to give you a squeeze?"
"Go away, pervert, don't think I don't know you've been looking at my legs."
"...the conscience of heaven and earth."
Song Jiamu was startled and quickly corrected his gaze, otherwise if she complained to her mother, he would be doomed.
"snort."
Yun Shuqian made a warning sound.
In fact, if it was just her legs, she wouldn't mind if he looked at them, but she couldn't keep looking at them. After all, her legs and waist were the only things she was proud of.
When Song Jiamu was resting, he would roll up the hem of his T-shirt, and she would peek at his abdominal muscles. Thinking of this, the two were even.
What a great weekend like this.
Rather than reading alone in the library, she still prefers to code words with him, and then come to the gym to sweat after coding. The sun is also very good, and the sound of the racket hitting the ball is also very beautiful.
Even when he was cautious and sneaky, and couldn't help but be attracted by her beautiful legs, the girl could secretly rejoice.
Girls are all eager to get a little attention.
Otherwise, the original design intention of short skirts is to make it easier to go to the toilet.
"Song Jiamu, can you teach me how to play ball?"
"Didn't you fight well? I was almost knocked down."
"I want to learn that."
Song Jiamu looked in the direction of her delicate fingers, and saw a young lady on the next court serving the ball. Compared with Yun Shuqian, who threw the ball up and shot it like a child, her serving posture looked both professional and graceful.
"OK."
Song Jiamu stood up and stretched out his hand towards her.
Yun Shuqian put her little hand in his palm, he took it and pulled her up easily.
She needs to learn such a professional and beautiful serve so that Song Jiamu only looks at her.