Yun Shuqian opened his backpack and saw two brand new pants, one was gray and the other was navy blue. They were both boxer briefs, but she preferred briefs.
"Which one do you want?"
"Just whichever one you like..."
Yun Shuqian thought about it, she liked the gray one better.
Suddenly, she felt it was strange to let her choose, so she turned back and shouted: "You choose blue or gray!"
"It's gray."
Yun Shuqian had no choice but to hold his pants. The texture was still good, like ice silk, slippery.
She rubbed it secretly and felt that the quality was okay.
Standing behind the wall next to the bathroom door, she stretched out only one arm, pinched a small piece of fabric with her thumb and index finger, as if she was holding a piece of garbage, and stretched it out at the bathroom door.
Yun Shuqian leaned against the wall, her face slightly red, and her big eyes looking straight ahead, for fear of turning around and seeing something terrible.
"Here you go, open the door and get it yourself! I'm annoying you to death..."
"I'm coming."
Song Jiamu could vaguely see the shadow of the girl's arm through the door. He had already put on a T-shirt and wrapped his lower body in a bath towel. It was not that he was shy, but that he was afraid that she would be shy.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yun Shuqian couldn't help but lower her head and close her eyes. She thought this guy was naked, and her other hand was nervously picking at the wall.
"Thanks."
After hearing this sentence, he took away the pants he was holding with his fingers and closed the door.
Yun Shuqian breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't rush to leave, he just retracted his arm and continued to listen against the wall for a while.
Before he came out, she ran away again and hid in her bed.
Song Jiamu put on loose casual floral shorts and a loose T-shirt. He was rubbing his hair with a towel in his hands. He looked up at Yun Shuqian who was lying on the bed and scrolling through his mobile phone.
"I've finished washing. You go ahead and wash your hair. I'll blow dry your hair."
"oh."
Yun Shuqian glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and felt relieved when she saw that he was neatly dressed.
"Remember to bring your clothes. I don't want to give you clothes later and then get beaten up by you."
"You think I'm as stupid as you."
Yun Shuqian plugged in her phone to charge, and picked up a change of underwear and pajamas.
"Do you girls also wear underwear when sleeping?" Song Jiamu asked curiously, "I heard that it is not good for the body, affecting blood circulation and so on."
"..."
Yun Shuqian ignored him.
She really didn't wear them normally, but these days when she was living with him, she couldn't do it without wearing them, otherwise she would feel empty and not feel safe at all.
After thinking about it, she said a little shyly: "You can sit on my bed later, and you won't go back to your bed until I finish washing you."
Because Song Jiamu's bed was close to the bathroom, if he were in bed, he would definitely be able to hear the sound of her taking a shower, which always felt shameful.
Song Jiamu didn't know why, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What kind of operation is this?"
"Anyway, just listen to me."
"All right."
He took out the hair dryer and didn't sit on her bed. He just sat on the sofa and quickly dried his hair.
Yun Shuqian closed the bathroom door and locked it, hung up the clothes, and saw his unwashed underwear and smelly socks.
A reserved girl will naturally not smell it.
She didn't feel anything at first, but as she took off her clothes one by one, the pants he hung underneath became particularly conspicuous, as if he was also inside, making Yun Shuqian feel uncomfortable all over.
"Go to hell, Song Zhutou...!"
She picked up the shower head and poured water on the disgusting pants. She also threw the bubbles of shower gel and shampoo on her body, as if she could hit Song Jiamu in this way.
This poor little piece of fabric was soon made a mess by the naughty girl.
…
Song Jiamu who was outside finally understood why Yun Shuqian asked him to sit further away. When it was quiet, the sound of the girl taking a shower became very clear. In such a hazy moonlight night, it was particularly fascinating.
After listening to it for half an hour, Song Jiamu felt that he could no longer act like this. He felt inexplicably guilty, even though he was just listening.
He stood up and opened the balcony door to get some air outside. The cool night breeze took away the heat in his blood.
From the height of the 16th floor, you can see the beautiful night view of Suzhou and Hangzhou. If I were myself two months ago, I would never have imagined that I would come here with Yun Shuqian to engage in club activities like lovers.
Girls take an extra long time to take a shower, and the water flow in the shower is much larger than that at home, so the shower is really comfortable.
Song Jiamu was blowing in the wind on the balcony and felt a little cold, but Yun Shuqian hadn't come out yet.
When he turned his head curiously, Yun Shuqian finally came out.
The bathroom door opened, her hair was wrapped in a towel, and the thick mist floated out as she opened the door, like a fairy descending to earth.
The girl's face was flushed and her skin was moist. She was wearing homely shorts and a loose T-shirt with a print of pandas eating bamboo. The neckline was not crowded, and her delicate and beautiful collarbones could be seen.
"Finally finished washing? I thought you fainted inside."
"What are you doing on the balcony..."
"Lest you say I eavesdropped."
"No, classmate Song Jiamu is actually so upright sometimes?"
"It seems you have a big misunderstanding of me."
Song Jiamu stretched out and said, "Give me a clothes hanger. My pants and socks haven't been washed."
"..."
Yun Shuqian silently hung up the washed underwear, including his own.
"You washed it for me?"
"……smoothly."
She had no intention of helping him wash it, but after she finished washing hers, she saw the mess of fabric that she had tortured, and she couldn't do it without washing it!
As for how shy she was during the scrubbing process, Yun Shuqian is so calm now. The girl who has taken this step is no longer afraid.
Don't be surprised by favor or disgrace, watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court. No intention of leaving or leaving, watch the clouds roll and relax in the sky. Be calm, Mount Tai collapses in front of you, and your face will not change.
She is calm, but Song Jiamu is not calm.
It felt like he was in a dream, Yun Shuqian actually helped him wash his underwear and smelly socks?!
"How come you suddenly..."
"Shut up."
"..."
"Then I'll help you wash it next time."
"unnecessary."
"Then will you still help me wash it tomorrow?"
"...Don't push yourself too far."
It was very windy on the balcony, and she was a little cold after taking a shower. She hurried back to the room, closed the glass door and locked Song Jiamu out.
Song Jiamu didn't like to blow in the wind on the balcony, so he opened the glass door and came in.
"Do you want the curtains to be closed?"
"Pull it up."
He closed the curtains, and the quiet room immediately felt warm.
There is a kettle in the hotel, but neither of them dared to use it to boil water for drinking.
Song Jiamu took out a bottle of water from his bag, opened it and handed it to her. Song Jiamu picked up the hair dryer.
"Sit down and I'll help you dry your hair."
"No need..."
Yun Shuqian was in a happy mood. She said no, but she sat down obediently.
"The cord is not long enough. You sit on the bedside. There is a socket here."
"Is now okay."
"Can."
Song Jiamu climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged behind her, untied the bath towel wrapped around her hair, and her beautiful black hair fell naturally, carrying the fragrance of shampoo and shower gel on her body.
They are intertwined and smell very nice.
Ever since Song Jiamu blew her hair for the first time, Yun Shuqian had almost never blown her hair by herself.
Because this month is Yun Nian Nian, Song Jiamu would go to her every night with the cat in his arms. If she washed her hair, he would help her dry her hair.
The first time she was a little shy, the second time a little shy, the third time... By now, Yun Shuqian had completely fallen in love with Song Jiamu helping her blow dry her hair.
Hair dryers, shower gel, and shampoo are all brought from home. Using familiar things in an unfamiliar environment gives you a different experience.
If she was in a barber shop, while Teacher Tony was blow-drying her hair, she would get bored and take out her phone to play with it.
But when Song Jiamu was helping her blow dry her hair, Yun Shuqian never played with her mobile phone.
Turning on the hair dryer, Song Jiamu first tested the temperature, then reached out and gently pushed her hair aside, revealing the girl's snow-white and slender neck.
Yun Shuqian was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs tightly together, her little hands naturally placed on her thighs. She was wearing short shorts, and her white and well-proportioned legs together were really alluring.
Before her little feet were dry, she shook them gently, and her round and lovely toes moved playfully.
Song Jiamu was looking at her legs while blow-drying her hair.
Starting from the root of the hair, the hair dryer blew slowly, and his fingers gently massaged her scalp. At this time, Yun Shuqian would close her eyes comfortably, and her legs would be closer together, tender and
The fingers were twitching slightly nervously, and the naughty swaying feet also calmed down and were folded on top of the slippers.
I have to say that Song Jiamu's hair drying skills are getting better and better.
When she was browsing short videos recently, she came across a lot of videos of people setting up stalls on campus like "One Yuan Eyebrow Trimming", where a little girl trimmed a boy's eyebrows. To put it bluntly, she was just craving for that moment of ambiguity of getting close to the opposite sex.
Yun Shuqian felt that with Song Jiamu's current hair-drying skills, even if he set up a 'five-yuan hair drying' stall in front of the girls' dormitory, there would definitely be a lot of girls wetting their hair with water and running around happily.
Come and get him to blow dry your hair.
But if he dares to do this, he will never want to blow-dry her hair again, not in this life!
Or think about it, if he gets married in the future and blows his wife's hair using the techniques she taught, Yun Shuqian feels inexplicably jealous, and the jealousy is poured from her nostrils, not only does it bring
It's sour and feels suffocating.
There was such evil possessiveness in her heart, hoping that he would only blow dry her hair...
Thinking about it this way, Yun Shuqian felt that she was good or bad...
But if she marries him, wouldn’t she be entitled to blowdrying her hair for the rest of her life?
That makes sense...
Bah, what are you thinking about? You actually want to marry someone just because it feels good to blow dry your hair. Do you really want to marry a coriander seller just because you like eating coriander?
Yun Shuqian, Yun Shuqian, you must not be corrupted!
"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu."
Yun Shuqian opened her eyes and whispered his name.
She actually likes to call him by his name. From childhood to adulthood, they both call each other by their full names, but they sound different at each stage.
For example, when she is in a good mood, she calls "Song Jiamu" with a sweet voice and a long and gentle tone. When she is in a bad mood, she calls "Song Jiamu" with a short tone and round words.
Now her two words of "Song Jiamu" sound soft and sweet, and she looks very well-behaved.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Song Jiamu held a strand of her hair in his palm and was blowing it from top to bottom. He was blowing it very seriously and did not notice at all how many times the girl's mind had turned around during this period of time.
"Oh, it's okay, I just have a small request that I'm embarrassed to say..."
"Are you still embarrassed?"
Yun Shuqian waved her hand back and hammered his knee, but his knee was so hard that it made her own hand hurt to death.
"Say it, I promise you."
"I didn't even say anything, how dare you agree?"
"You said it yourself, isn't it a small request? I'm a very generous person."
"..."
Hearing him talk about being generous, Yun Shuqian became even more aware of the crisis. Could it be that he was willing to help other girls blow dry their hair when they asked him to?
"You don't have to be so generous."
Yun Shuqian said: "Well, if another girl asks you to blow dry your hair, you must refuse three times...five times, and don't agree to her all at once."
"No? Is this the little request you mentioned?"
"Um."
Song Jiamu was a little confused, "Why is this?"
"I'm afraid you will be deceived..."
Yun Shuqian added: "Based on my experience in reading romance novels, girls are very cunning. They will say, 'Ah, can you help me blow dry my hair?', and then ask the male protagonist to help blow dry my hair, and then seduce the other party.
Then the male protagonist fell."
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"So you are afraid that I will be seduced?"
"No, I'm just reminding you because you are so serious about drying my hair."
"Don't worry, I'll just blow dry your hair."
"……What?"
"Just blowing it for you."
"oh."
Yun Shuqian closed her eyes again, and her little feet continued to shake.
"You won't lie to me like those girls you mentioned, right?" Song Jiamu asked.
"It's you who wants to blow dry my hair."
"Then you are not afraid of being deceived by me?"
"..."
She still had her eyes closed, but her little feet stopped shaking. She felt his breathing become so close inexplicably, as if she could hear his heartbeat through the noisy sound of the hair dryer.
The WeChat call on her mobile phone rang, and the girl who focused on her hearing was startled.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a voice call from my mother.
Her heart beat faster and faster. She didn't rush to answer. She just lowered her voice and reminded Song Jiamu: "My mother! Don't make any sound!"
Song Jiamu shut up, not daring to make a sound, and turned off the hair dryer. Her hair was half dry, so he took a curling comb to comb her hair.
Yun Shuqian let him play with her hair. She answered the voice call and put the phone to her ear.
"Mom~"
"Qianqian, where are you?"
"Suhang, our club went out to hold activities. Now we are back to the hotel and getting ready to sleep. Are you and dad ready to come back?"
"Hmm, we just got up and went to the airport after breakfast. It will still take half a month to get home, but luckily we can catch up with your birthday."
"Hehe, I miss you."
"Mom misses you too. Did Jiamu go with us? Where does he live?"
Yun Shu's breath was stagnant, and he quickly said: "He is not with me, he lives in the next door room."
"Have you finished taking a shower?"
"Yeah, I'm drying my hair...ah!"
Yun Shuqian turned back in shame.
Song Jiamu was a little flustered when he slept with his daughter. He felt how Yun Shuqian felt when he answered Li Yuan's call. He accidentally pulled her hair with the curling comb and quickly raised his hands as if surrendering.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay, it's okay! The comb got stuck in my hair."