This was the first time Song Jiamu had heard Yun Shuqian make such a girlish cry of exclamation except when he was a child.
It was now eight o'clock at night, and the two of them came to the musical fountain of West Lake.
In the afternoon, we visited the West Lake, Leifeng Pagoda, Long Bridge, and City God Temple, and then went to Hefang Street for snacks in the evening.
Before entering college, he had also dreamed of taking a cute girl with him to a strange city, but now he has realized it.
I rode a bicycle with Yun Shuqian by the West Lake, chatting leisurely, and bought and ate with her along the snack street until I was full. Occasionally, I could secretly hold her little hand, but never said anything.
It is really a wonderful and pleasant thing to bring up those ambiguous thoughts.
The 126-meter-long musical fountain shows its charming appearance. Classical soft music plays on the scene, and it sprays water columns, water mist, and water polo in various shapes, sometimes turbulent, sometimes gentle and moving.
Because Yun Shuqian was not high enough and there was no place, Song Jiamu took her to find a step.
Compared with ordinary seats, this place is closer to the fountain. She stood on the high steps, Song Jiamu stood in front of her, she held his shoulders with both hands, looking at the gorgeous musical fountain in front of her, with a smile on her face.
meaning.
After the song ended, the gorgeous musical fountain also came to an end, and there were warm applause and cheers from all around.
The cool night breeze mixed with a thin mist of water blew onto her face, and the girl behind her laughed sweetly. She wiped the moist feeling on her face with the back of her hand, and then rubbed the slightly cold little hand.
to Song Jiamu's neck.
"Hiss~ It's so cold!" Song Jiamu shrank his neck and looked back at the naughty girl.
"I took a lot of photos and videos!" Yun Shuqian shook her phone to show him with satisfaction.
For girls, gorgeous musical fountains or fireworks displays like this can make them even more happy.
These years of cold war made Song Jiamu think that she had become more serious. But now it seems that she is still essentially the same as she was when she was a child, and she is also a childish person.
"There are two more small balls, would you like them?"
Song Jiamu chewed snacks and passed the skewer behind him.
"No, it's what you've eaten."
"I didn't touch my mouth."
After hearing what he said, she took the skewers in his hand and ate the remaining two small balls.
When she is happy, her big eyes will squint, and she will squint a little bit, maybe because she is spicy from the pills, and her delicate and small nose will wrinkle. The girl is in a bright mood, and she feels light and airy. She holds it in her right hand.
Wearing the string, her left hand was still on his shoulder. After standing on the steps, she was much taller than Song Jiamu.
The temperature was getting cooler at night, and the water vapor was heavy next to the fountain. Yun Shuqian, who was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, felt a little cold, and her little hands were ice cold, but Song Jiamu was very warm. She stood behind him and silently pressed her body close to him,
This way it won't be cold anymore.
After eating the small balls, her thin and soft lips became glossy with oil, which made people feel like they wanted to kiss her clean.
"Give me the wooden stick." Song Jiamu reached back and stretched out his hand.
"You didn't look back, how did you know I had finished eating?" She was surprised and gave him the wooden skewer.
"I felt you squirming left and right, probably looking for the trash can, so I guessed it." Song Jiamu proudly expressed his analysis. He enjoyed the feeling of the delicate girl behind him pressing against him, no matter the slightest detail.
He can detect every movement.
"...So after all, it's because you're lustful, right?" Yun Shuqian distanced herself vigilantly and stopped sticking to him.
But she was used to the warmth against his back, and when the distance was slightly further away, she felt cold again.
"It's so cold! Let's go, let's go back!"
"Do you want me to carry you down?"
"roll."
The steps here are quite high, but it doesn't bother Yun Shuqian. She jumped down with a slight jump, which was not ladylike at all.
However, she stumbled when she landed, and Song Jiamu reached out to hold her slender wrist in time.
Damn it, why is this guy so hot all over?
"Let's go, I'll make a car appointment."
Song Jiamu held her in his right hand and held his mobile phone in his left hand, walking and taking a taxi with a natural look on his face.
Yun Shuqian felt a little shy, maybe because his palm was too warm, and for a moment she didn't want to take her hand away, so she just let him hold her hand.
It was okay to hold her wrist. When she walked into the crowd leaving the venue, the generous hand holding her wrist actually slid down and slid onto her palm. Palm to palm, they were misaligned and held her hand.
four fingers.
This feeling sliding from the wrist to the palm is indescribable. It just feels like an electric shock. The whole person is different. His palm is very broad, warm and fleshy. I don’t know whose hand is sweating.
In short, at this moment, Yun Shuqian's heartbeat was racing so fast that he was extremely nervous!
She stopped suddenly, clenched her little hand into a fist, and slipped out of his palm with a hint of coyness.
The girl said nothing, but glared at him fiercely.
Maybe he felt guilty, but he didn't break free when he grabbed her wrist, which made him want to grab her hand.
How many times has it happened today?
Many, many times!
Song Jiamu was also smart. Seeing that she refused, he did not dare to be presumptuous anymore. He put the hand that had just held her into his trouser pocket, his heart beating like a drum, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and he looked at it nonchalantly.
The mobile phone concealed his equally uneasy mood.
"Next time you do this, I'm really going to beat you to death."
"Be sure to pay attention next time, be sure to pay attention next time."
"Not all girls are as generous as me. If we hadn't become so close again..."
She tried hard to pinch out a little bit of her finger and showed it to him: "Just get close to me just a little bit, otherwise when you touch my hand, I will beat you into a pig head!"
"...Only one-fifth?!"
"Otherwise you think I'm on good terms with you. In view of your hooliganism, you've deducted points. Now you only have one sixth!"
"It's because of my lust, I don't dare to do it anymore!"
Song Jiamu looked remorseful and annoyed.
Yun Shuqian was very satisfied with his attitude, and then she felt at ease, pulled on the strap of her bag, and continued to walk briskly, keeping up with him in a happy mood.
Without realizing it at all, my resistance to holding hands seemed to be getting lower and lower...
It must be because my hands are cold.
The Didi car arrived soon. Song Jiamu opened the back door like a gentleman. Yun Shuqian got in first, and then he got in.
The night view of the city was very beautiful. The neon lights reflected on the girl's face through the glass. She was wearing a mask. Song Jiamu couldn't see her little face, which had been blushing from just now, but he just thought the color in her big eyes was beautiful.
After getting out of the car, Song Jiamu opened the door again in a gentlemanly manner.
I don't dare to hold her little hand again this time. Her CD hasn't cooled down yet. If I do it again, I will definitely get beaten up.
The gentleman Song Jiamu bent over slightly, with his right hand behind his back, his left hand clenched and raised flat, and his arm stretched across the car door.
"Hey, this is a gentleman."
Yun Shuqian was very satisfied, put her little hand on his arm, and got out of the car.
She can take the initiative to hold his arm, but he can't, because he is a gentleman and she is not.
The driver looked back curiously at the interesting couple. For a moment, he thought he was driving a Bentley or a Rolls-Royce.
The two got out of the car and walked to the hotel. Song Jiamu bent his elbow naturally, and Yun Shuqian took his arm, like a noble young master and young lady.
Until he turned back and looked at her in disbelief.
Only then did Yun Shuqian react, hurriedly pulled her hand away, and patted him on the arm in shame.
"you……"
"Stop talking! If I hadn't been misled by you, who would have held your hand?"
"..."
Good guy, just now he held her hand and was not beaten, but now she holds him and he is beaten.
Sure enough, the most difficult thing to understand is a woman’s heart.
Returning to hotel room 1609, Song Jiamu took out his room card and opened the door. It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and the room was pitch black.
The timid Yun Shuqian stood behind Song Jiamu, feeling that it was a wise move to live with him. Otherwise, if she had lived alone, the unfamiliar room would be so dark, and she would not dare to go in.
I still have to look for him in despair.
After turning on the lights, the room seemed much brighter and warmer.
After playing all day today, she felt extremely tired when she returned to the hotel. Yun Shu threw herself on his bed with a meow, her calves that had not yet changed her shoes resting on the edge of the bed. The bed was so soft and comfortable that she didn't want to get up again.
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Until Song Jiamu closed the door and put the chain on the lock, the space instantly felt ambiguous.
She threw herself on the bed and didn't move, her little face buried in the quilt, but her ears were bent to listen to all his movements.
Even without looking with her eyes, she could clearly imagine all of Song Jiamu's actions——
He picked up the backpack, and she heard the sound of a zipper, and then heard the sound of a plastic bag. She must have been picking up the slippers she had brought, and then there was the sound of slippers being thrown to the floor. He threw the backpack onto the double sofa.
On the bed, he sat down on the edge of the bed. The bed made a slight sound, and he sat next to her.
Song Jiamu turned his head and looked at the girl who was lying on the quilt. She was wearing short shorts and her beautiful white legs were extremely eye-catching with graceful curves. Then she turned to her cute butt. The hem of her T-shirt slid up a little, exposing it.
A little waist, more attractive style.
"...Are you looking at me?" the girl with her face buried in the quilt said in a muffled voice.
"I don't have any conscience."
Song Jiamu's breath was stagnant, and he accidentally fell into a trance. He didn't even move. So quiet, she guessed that he was peeking at her.
"Just lie!"
Yun Shuqian couldn't lie down anymore, so she quickly got up from his bed and ran to her own bed.
Song Jiamu didn't look at her and just changed into his slippers. He then took out the clothes in his backpack and looked for clothes to change into after taking a shower.
Yun Shuqian also held her backpack and took out all the neatly folded clothes and daily necessities.
Perhaps because they thought they would sleep in the same room together tonight, both of them felt a little weird. They were both busy packing their luggage and didn't speak for a while. The quiet atmosphere in the room seemed even more weird.
However, they were so familiar with each other that Yun Shuqian was not worried that Song Jiamu would dare to do anything excessive. Even if he had ten thousand courages, he would not dare.
She is just a little shy, after all, a man and a woman live in the same room...
But fortunately no one knew, the two of them lived secretly~!
Thinking of this, Yun Shuqian felt inexplicably excited, a little irritated, and a little guilty.
The two families were so familiar with each other that she and he actually lived together secretly behind their elders' backs...
It’s really... Wow! Cover your face~!
"Song Jiamu, how many sets of clothes did you bring?" Yun Shuqian broke the silence first.
"Three sets. I think the weather has been hot recently, so I brought T-shirts and just a jacket."
"Well, it's the same for me. If you're not sweating, your clothes won't be washed. You can take them home to wash. You can hand wash your underwear, socks, etc. and hang them on the balcony. I brought hangers~" Yun Shuqian took out the five hangers in his backpack.
Show it to him.
Song Jiamu also took out his new underwear to show her.
"I bought two new ones specially!"
"Can you please stop telling me these weird things!"
Yun Shuqian was changing her shoes, and she rolled up her socks into a ball in shame and threw them at him, hitting Song Jiamu in the head.
"Hey, you and I are the best, so I'm telling you these things."
"I don't want to know at all."
Yun Shuqian also brought a complete set of underwear, but she would not specifically tell him these things.
I just thought that the two of them would hang out their clothes together, so a complete set of underwear would look better.
Song Jiamu picked up the socks she threw over and sniffed them calmly. They didn't smell bad.
Yun Shuqian had already changed her shoes. She and Song Jiamu both brought their own slippers, fearing that the hotel's slippers might stain athlete's foot. Her little feet were white and tender, and they felt like they were wearing blisters after walking all day.
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Song Jiamu had few clothes, and most of the miscellaneous things were stuffed in his backpack, such as a hair dryer and various charging cables.
After cleaning up, the two people's bags were thrown on the double sofa. Song Jiamu went to the bathroom to check the hot water.
"Should you take a shower first or should I take a shower first?" he said in the bathroom.
"You go first."
"What?"
"You first! Wash quickly!"
Song Jiamu quickly closed the bathroom door, and soon the sound of the shower was heard.
Yun Shuqian was lying on the bed with her phone in her hands and browsing short videos. She secretly paused the video, then she felt that the sound of the shower had become so loud, and the guy was still humming, so the girl's mind popped up.
The scene of him taking a shower.
She imagined that he would push up his wet hair later, his eyes were wet, and he would be walking towards her step by step with only a bath towel wrapped around him. Then he would suddenly throw away the bath towel and press down on her...
Woo! What was I thinking?!
After a while, the sound of the shower disappeared. He was probably wiping himself, but the singing had not disappeared.
After a while, the singing also disappeared.
The bathroom was quiet for ten seconds.
Then the bathroom door opened a crack, and his cautious voice came out.
"The clouds are sparse and shallow."
"..."
"The clouds are sparse and shallow?"
"What are you doing! Come out quickly after washing!"