After coming out of Suhangdong Station, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian used their mobile phones to call a Didi taxi, planning to go to the hotel to put their luggage first.
By the way, we also took a photo together. The background is Suhang East Station. The architectural style is different from that of Sunan Station. It is like a wave, full of dynamics and futuristic feeling.
"Travel, destination!"
Yun Shuqian happily saved the photo. The sun was just right. In the photo, Song Zhu looked like she was pregnant. She was holding her big backpack in front of her with both hands. Then she was standing next to him in a beautiful floral dress, leaning her head closer.
He made a scissor hand gesture next to his face.
The Didi car came over and the two of them walked to the side of the road.
Song Jiamu opened the door for her like a gentleman. Yun Shuqian sat in the back row first, then stretched out his arm to take the backpack Song Jiamu handed her, and Song Jiamu followed him and sat in the back row.
"It's the passenger with the last number of mobile phone 1368, right?"
"Yes."
The Didi car started driving, and Yun Shuqian leaned against the car window and looked at the city curiously.
Hangzhou is not far from southern Jiangsu, and it is even more convenient now that there is a high-speed rail. It is only an hour and a half away. However, this is Yun Shuqian's first time here, and Song Jiamu's first time here, too. Although the distance is not far,
At any rate, I am out of the province.
"How do you feel?" Song Jiamu asked.
"It looks the same as Sunan, but in terms of temperament, I feel that Hangzhou is more fashionable and outgoing, while Sunan is more gentle and gentle." Yun Shuqian pondered a few adjectives.
"Can you still see the temperament of the city?"
"Of course, everything has a temperament."
"Then what do you think my temperament is?" Song Jiamu puffed up his chest.
"You..."
Yun Shuqian turned around and looked at him. For a while, she couldn't tell what his temperament was. Temperament was very dependent on the first impression, but they had known each other for fifteen years, so there was no first impression.
"You have no temperament."
"What kind of answer is that?"
Song Jiamu said speechlessly: "Then you can tell me whether I am good-looking or not. You can only say two words."
"...hug and see."
"..."
Song Jiamu was convinced.
The driver who was driving silently in front couldn't help but laugh.
As the car drove forward, the two of them also saw the vast West Lake, and only then did they truly feel that they were in this city.
The hotel we booked was not far from the West Lake. Song Jiamu got off the bus first, and Yun Shuqian handed him two backpacks in the car.
The girl was clumsy, so Song Jiamu extended his palm to her in a gentlemanly manner. She was stunned, and like a little princess, she put her white and tender little hand on his palm.
Song Jiamu gently held her hand, and when she got out of the car, he lowered his head like a gentleman, pinched her four slender fingers, and kissed the back of her white and tender hand.
The girl's skin is soft and delicate, with a warm fragrance, like a fragrant, white toffee.
Song Jiamu remained calm on the surface, but his heart was already beating fiercely.
Yun Shuqian's eyes widened and she forgot to move her hand for a moment, just watching him without any defense as he lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand.
It wasn't until his lips left and the flow of air brought a moist coolness to the back of her hands that she suddenly came back to her senses.
She glared at Song Jiamu and quickly hid her hands behind her back, but a little blush quietly bloomed on her cheeks.
"You! What are you doing?"
"Hey... don't fight, don't fight, you have to do a full show, aren't all gentlemen like this? Kiss the back of your hand or something, that's okay."
"Your saliva is all over my hands!"
"I'm not licking, it's not that exaggerated..."
"Go to hell."
The embarrassed girl pinched him and pinched him. Song Jiamu twisted left and right, as if he was going to be beaten to death by her.
After a while, she calmed down and then said fiercely: "Classmate Song Jiamu, if you do this to other girls, you will be sent to the hospital ICU sooner or later."
"Aren't all the gentlemen on TV like this? Are they considered gangsters?" Song Jiamu was still wondering why he was not put in the police station this time, but in the ICU.
"Of course it counts!"
Yun Shuqian took out the mask and put it on again, covering her red face, and then she felt much more at ease.
She has never been able to understand why foreign girls would accept strangers kissing them on the back of their hands or cheeks. Wouldn't they feel disgusted when a strange man's breath comes close to them?
At the very least, if you want to kiss, it would be better to let Song Jiamu do it like this!
She didn't even need to look at the cool and moist feeling on the back of her hand. His saliva must have stuck to her skin, but she didn't feel sick at all. She didn't even take out a tissue to wipe away the cool and moist feeling.
Just let his kiss stay on the back of your hand until the wind blows into your heart.
The little hands hidden behind her back were numb, and her heart was also numb, so that all her thoughts were disrupted by his sudden kiss.
Well, she finally found an adjective that suited Song Jiamu's temperament - a rogue gentleman.
And now, she is going to check out a hotel room with this gangster and gentleman Song Zhutou.
When she came to the front desk of the hotel, she opened the reservation interface. Song Jiamu took her mobile phone and talked to the waiter.
Neither of them had much experience staying in hotels, but it wasn't anything complicated.
But when Song Jiamu talked about the double room, Yun Shuqian was a little shy. It felt like the waiter behind the counter was looking at them. She pulled her mask up further and turned her back to look at the decoration of the hotel lobby.
"ID card." Song Jiamu poked her.
Yun Shuqian had already prepared it and handed him the ID card in her hand.
"Face recognition." Song Jiamu poked her again.
Yun Shuqian then walked to the counter, pulled down his mask, and registered in front of the camera.
"Sir, this is your room card. You can find the room on the 16th floor after exiting the elevator and walking to the right. Your room number is on the card."
"Okay, thank you."
Song Jiamu took the room card and looked at it, then poked Yun Shuqian who was in a daze.
"Let's go, why are you dazed?"
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The two got on the elevator and Song Jiamu pressed the button for the sixteenth floor. He seemed quite excited.
Yun Shuqian asked: "Song Jiamu, have you ever stayed in a hotel with anyone else?"
"You want to ask me if I have ever stayed in a hotel with other girls?"
"Tsk, who cares about this?
"No."
Song Jiamu said: "Not even a man, you are the first one to live with me."
"Uncle and auntie don't know we live together, do they?"
"I didn't even tell them. How could they know? Did you tell them?"
"How is it possible? No one is allowed to tell anyone else."
"Okay, okay."
Hearing what he said, Yun Shuqian felt relieved, and as the elevator gradually rose, she began to get excited.
Yun Shuqian used to travel with her parents, and her father would rent out a single room and a double room. She and her mother would live in a double room, and his father would live in a single room.
Song Jiamu is different from her. He lives in a single room, and his parents also live in a single room.
The elevator opened, Song Jiamu walked in front, Yun Shuqian followed him, walked to the right for a while, and found room 1609.
Song Jiamu clicked the sensor on the door with the room card, opened the door and walked into the room. The room was not powered on yet, and the lights were not turned on. It seemed a little dim. The curtains were also closed, and the light from outside was reflected on the curtains.
, exuding crystal white light.
After inserting the room card into the card slot, the lights in the room came on and the environment was finally clear.
There is a bathroom on the left. The entrance is the entrance cabinet. There are some decorations on the cabinet. The most eye-catching ones are the two large beds in front of them. They are decorated with brown bed flags with gold edges, white and soft quilts and pillows, and two beds.
About one meter apart, there is a TV on the opposite side, and a double sofa and small round table against the curtains.
The price per night is 429 yuan. The room environment is quite satisfactory, but it is clean and tidy. The main reason is that this room has a balcony. When booking the room, Yun Shuqian also took a fancy to this.
The girl looked at the bed first, then ran in and opened the huge curtains. The sunlight from outside shone in, and the room was instantly bright.
She opened the glass door. The balcony was not big, but it had a good view. From the height of the 16th floor, you could see very far. It was close to the West Lake, and you could see the appearance of the West Lake from here!
The blue sky and white clouds reflect the water of West Lake in the distance, and Leifeng Pagoda is clearly visible.
"Song Jiamu! Song Jiamu! Come and see!"
She shouted Song Jiamu's name excitedly. Song Jiamu hadn't put down his backpack yet and followed her to the balcony to enjoy the scenery.
"That should be Leifeng Pagoda, right?"
"Can you take a clear picture?"
"That's when my P50 comes into play."
Song Jiamu took out his mobile phone and half-bent down to place it on the balcony guardrail. He was holding the mobile phone with both hands. Yun Shuqian stretched out his small hand to zoom in on the screen. The two of them put their heads together and watched the Leifeng Pagoda gradually fade away on the screen.
become clear.
The choice of hotel is very important when going out for fun. Yun Shuqian was very satisfied with this room.
The two walked into the room and looked at the two large beds in front of them.
"Which bed do you want to sleep in?" Song Jiamu asked.
"I'll sleep on this one!" Yun Shuqian pointed to the one next to the balcony.
"Then I'll sleep in this one." Song Jiamu slept in the one next to the door.
Apart from the different locations, there is no difference. The beds are the same size, and the mattresses and quilts are equally soft.
He took off the backpack on his shoulders and looked at the time. It was almost twelve o'clock since he left home at eight o'clock. When he was sitting on the soft bed, he felt that his shoulders and waist were sore.
"where did you go?"
"bathroom."
Yun Shuqian showed him the back of her hand that he had just kissed. It was still white and tender, with not even a trace of saliva gone. "I want to wash my hands and clean your saliva!"
"It's too exaggerated."
"snort!"
I thought she had forgotten it, but she was still thinking about it now.
The girl hid in the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the faucet.
The little hand that he kissed on the back of the hand has yet to reach out under the water.
I don’t know what it felt like when he kissed her...
She just stared blankly, and her heartbeat began to speed up again.
Experiment with it.
First she raised her other hand and kissed the back of her hand. Her lips were soft and she felt it carefully, but she felt nothing.
Doesn't he feel anything at all? This is too much!
Hesitatingly, she raised the hand he kissed and slowly put her lips to the spot he had kissed just now.
The heartbeat speed increased instantly.
The first time I didn't kiss, nothing happened, so I kissed the second, third, and fourth time...
Suddenly he came back to his senses and looked at his pretty face in the mirror with a blushing face. A strong sense of shame and guilt bloomed in his heart.
Abnormal! Abnormal! Yun Shuqian, you are so perverted!!
She turned off the faucet and ran out of the bathroom in a panic.