The sound of the hair dryer stopped early, but Song Jiamu was still behind her, and the girl closed her eyes comfortably.
The room was quiet, and her thoughts could be completely focused on the big hands on her head. Her beautiful legs were closer together, and her toes would occasionally move playfully due to stimulation.
There was no one else around, far away from the familiar city and people. In the room with just him and her, Yun Shuqian felt that they were extremely close to each other.
Song Jiamu opened his palms and breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly rubbed his hands together until they were very hot. Then he used his warm palms to place them gently on the girl's face, rubbing his hands from top to bottom.
Scratching her cheeks with your fingers is called bathing face.
Yun Shuqian's face gradually relaxed as he massaged it, allowing him to touch her face... No, it was a massage.
Her face has a little baby fat and her skin is soft and smooth. When he gently rubs her face like this, Song Jiamu also finds it super fun.
Occasionally, he would deliberately squeeze the girl's face, and then her cute mouth would pout.
"You, are you looking for a fight?"
"...Don't get me wrong, these are normal massage techniques."
Song Jiamu didn't dare to squeeze her cute pout anymore. He wrapped his generous palms around her head, gently rubbed her temples counterclockwise with his thumbs, massaged her temples rhythmically for a while, and combed her hair with four fingers.
And Moding.
From her smooth forehead, use your fingers as a comb, comb back and forth over and over again, then comb from the temples in front of the ears to the middle of the head, and finally gently rub the top of the head with the palm of your hand.
His movements are not professional, but his hands are generous and warm, and his fingers are slender and beautiful.
Yun Shuqian was controlled by her hands. Just closing her eyes and imagining such hands massaging her head made her so comfortable that she was speechless.
There are many nerve endings on the human scalp, and some nerve endings are very close to the brain. The information on the scalp can be easily transmitted to the brain. Gentle massage can dredge the blood vessels and make the qi and blood flow smoothly. The most important thing is that it is really enjoyable.
Yun Shuqian closed her eyes, and the eyeballs in her eyelids were slightly turned up. This was a very comfortable expression, so that her eyelids would tremble slightly, and her small mouth seemed to have no strength. She opened it slightly and exposed
A few cute little sparkling white teeth.
Song Jiamu rubbed his hands until they were very hot again, and then gently pressed his hands on her shoulders. He stayed there for a while, and then the heat from his palms penetrated through the skin.
Yun Shuqian shrank his shoulders, looking a little shy.
"Relax, let me give you a squeeze on your shoulders."
"Hmm~"
Having tasted the sweetness, she could not say no to the offer.
Song Jiamu put his hands on her slender shoulders, and gently massaged the back shoulder muscles with his two thumbs, pushing from bottom to top, over and over again rhythmically, and finally he grabbed the skin on the back of her neck and gently pulled it out.
, pinch it.
Yun Shuqian almost meowed like a kitten. As soon as he pinched the back of her neck, she felt like she turned into a kitten.
But it was really weird. When he touched her hair just now, she felt like a kitten was rubbing against him.
"It's quite comfortable, right?"
"Hmm~"
During the whole process, Yun Shuqian seemed to be at a loss for words. Apart from saying "um~", he could not say anything else.
She just wants time to pass a little slower, and then a little slower.
Not only because his massage was very comfortable, but also because the two of them had such a legitimate intimate contact, which was tailor-made for the monkey girl who was used to finding excuses.
Yun Shuqian was reluctant to open her closed eyes. All she could think about was the nasty guy giving her a massage~ The nasty guy giving her a massage~~
Song Jiamu took his hand away again.
She thought there would be another project, but he never put his hand back. For a moment, she wanted to grab his hand and order him, "Put it up quickly."
Finally, she reluctantly opened her eyes and felt her pretty face getting hot. After he massaged her head, most of today's fatigue disappeared.
As if the half-eaten candy was suddenly snatched away by someone, Yun Shuqian was a little stunned and asked in despair: "No, is it gone?"
"I've been pressing the button for you for half an hour!"
"Impossible, only five minutes at most."
"You can tell the time yourself."
"..."
Yun Shuqian looked at the time reluctantly. It was already half past nine in the evening. It had been pressing for more than half an hour.
"Do you still want it?"
"……May I?"
"My waist is a little sore."
Song Jiamu crawled over from behind her, sat down next to her, and naturally took her hands: "Press your hands, because you have been typing and typing on the keyboard all day long, and your hand muscles have been severely strained."
His hands were still very hot, and when Yun Shuqian's small hands were pulled over and held by him, the hot heat immediately spread to the top of her heart, and her body tensed up for a moment.
"You don't need your hands anymore..."
"It's a serious massage. If you don't want it, forget it."
Song Jiamu let go of her hand at the right time, and was about to get up and go back to sleep, when someone grabbed him by the corner of his clothes again.
Yun Shuqian bit her lips lightly, then stretched out her small white hands in front of him.
"If it's a serious massage, then give it a try."
"Other girls don't have this kind of treatment."
Song Jiamu sat back next to her, holding her hand naturally, gently squeezing her little hand with his fingers, pinching the knuckles, palms and back of her hands.
Looking at the girl with a pretty blushing face, he smiled and said: "Yun Shuqian, you are the first girl I help lay hands on, lay hands on, and blow dry hair. Like you, we are both very new, just out of the factory.
new."
"When did you learn so many weird crafts?"
Yun Shuqian's eyes fell on the hands of the two of them. Seeing her little hand being played with by him, she felt that her ears were getting hot and she couldn't exert any energy in her whole body.
"I just learned it recently, and I don't have a goal to practice, so I have to find you. From now on, I will blow dry my wife's hair, massage her head, and massage her little hands every day."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Then your wife will definitely become a bald little baby soon!"
Yun Shuqian said sourly. She couldn't help but be jealous when she heard that he wanted to be so nice to his future wife. She felt bad all over when she thought that other girls could experience such comfort.
.
"Don't worry, before I get married, I will only give you a kiss."
"Hmph, if you do this to other girls, I will definitely tell your wife, and you will have to kneel down."
"It's okay to report to my mother every day, but you also want to report my wife?"
"see your performance."
"Relax your hands."
"Is this okay……"
"Yun Shuqian, your hands are so soft."
"oh."
It was okay to sit behind her just now, but now he was sitting next to her. In order to avoid some embarrassing situation, Song Jiamu took a pillow and put it in his arms, which was just enough for her to put her small hands on the pillow and touch it slowly.
As a hand controller, Yun Shuqian also has very beautiful hands. Her hands are small and soft, and all ten fingers are soft and tender.
She widened her eyes and stared at the entangled hands of the two without blinking. A strange feeling bloomed in her heart, her heartbeat became faster, and her breathing became faster.
Song Jiamu clasped his hands together and rubbed them together quickly until his palms became very hot, then he put her small hands together in his palms.
"how do you feel?"
"Okay, so hot!"
"Your hands are a little cold. Warm them first to stimulate the blood flow."
"This, this is it..."
After repeating it three times in a row, Yun Shuqian's little hands became very hot.
He opened her palm and scratched her palm back and forth with his index finger and middle finger, and the sensitive stimulation from the palm was transmitted to her brain.
Yun Shuqian twitched her hand coyly, but her body was a little weak and she couldn't move her hand.
"What's wrong?"
"It's a little itchy..."
"It'll be fine once you get used to it."
Song Jiamu still spread her palms, grasped one of her little hands with both hands, and massaged her palms back and forth with his two thumbs, and a comfortable feeling came.
Then, he opened his palms again, clasped his hands with hers, and interlocked their fingers.
Only then can I more intimately appreciate how small and soft the girl's hands are, and how comfortable they are to hold.
Yun Shuqian's heart beat faster, her pretty face and neck turned red, and her breathing became a little heavier. Holding his hand, she felt like her whole body was complete. The room was quiet, and she even
I can hallucinate the sound of my own heartbeat.
"Is this part of the massage?"
"Um."
Song Jiamu didn't say much. He was also quietly feeling the throbbing of the interlocking fingers. For a moment, he didn't want to let go. He wanted to hold her like this for the rest of his life.
This delicacy, this softness, this heartbeat made him feel a strong sense of care.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Okay, okay..."
Yun Shuqian lowered her head, and her hair fell from her face, but it could not hide the touching shyness.
The girl who has always spoken eloquently seems to be a bit slurred tonight.
The hands of the two of them were entangled like this without shame for more than ten minutes.
Song Jiamu was sure that when a boy holds a girl's hand, he will really react, and it's not just the throbbing heartbeat.
Her hands were warm and fleshy, and the palms of both of them were sweaty. Yun Shuqian, who was still looking at him, did not dare to look at him because of her nervousness. She lowered her head and looked to herself.
On tiptoes.
Seeing that Song Jiamu held her hand and stopped moving, she took the initiative to move her fingers again, and then Song Jiamu continued to gently rub her little hand.
As two guys who have been single for twenty years, this feeling is really a bit high.
Song Jiamu took the initiative to let go of her hand until it felt like he would be bald if he rubbed it any longer.
"Okay, it's ten o'clock."
"So fast!"
Yun Shuqian still felt that she was still unfulfilled, and even she didn't know where her limit was.
But now she was too embarrassed to tell him to do it again, so she quickly withdrew her little hand and ran to the bathroom.
When he came out after washing his face, Song Jiamu was already lying on the bed with the quilt covered, as if nothing was wrong.
Yun Shuqian washed her face and now dispelled the ambiguous emotions just now, but she has tasted the sweetness and can't go back.
She is now a little worried that after the strange disease of "having to video chat with him every day to fall asleep", she will suffer from the strange disease of "having to help him blow dry her hair every time she washes it" every day before going to bed.
I have to ask him to help me massage my head and little hands like this for weird illnesses.
The problem is that I really enjoy it!!
You can only enjoy it here. If you go back, you will have no chance!
Yun Shuqian had traveled many times, but this was the first time he felt worried about gains and losses. He counted the dates pitifully with his fingers. If he went back on the 3rd as planned, he would only have two days and one night left.
What should I do, what should I do, she hasn't even gone back yet, and she feels very reluctant to be treated like this.
It's over, now Song Jiamu insists on getting up early and running every day, but Yun Shuqian, who always thought he was self-disciplined, feels that he has been corroded bit by bit by his pampering...
"Where are you going tomorrow?"
Song Jiamu turned to her side and asked her if he didn't go to her bed tonight.
"tomorrow……"
Yun Shuqian actually had plans for a long time ago, and the plans for the four-day trip were all arranged, but she was in a daze at the moment, and when she heard his question, she was stunned for a moment.
She lifted up the quilt and got inside, turned her body sideways to face him, and tucked the corners of the quilt warmly.
Her little hands, which had been played with by him for half an hour and were still numb and numb, were placed on her most intimate heart.
"Sleep until you wake up naturally, and then do some typing in the morning. At noon, we will go to Zhejiang University for dinner. How about visiting Zhejiang University?"
"Okay, then I'll turn off the light."
"Wait a moment……"
"What are you doing? You want to come to my bed to sleep?"
"You think I am so shameless!"
Yun Shuqian was still a little disappointed that Song Jiamu didn't sleep with her tonight. Bah! That's weird. How could I feel lost?! Yes, when he ran into her bed last night, why didn't she think of it?
You could escape to his bed and actually sleep with him all night?!
"Then what do you want to say?"
"That's right, didn't we originally plan to go back on the 3rd?"
"Yes, you want to go back tomorrow?"
"No, no, it's because we made money from that photo today, so our funds will be much better. We have a holiday on the 4th anyway, so why don't we go back on the 4th."
Yun Shuqian analyzed: "I feel that I found a lot of materials and inspiration when I went out to play this time. On weekends, I don't have so much time to travel so far to find inspiration. So as the president, with a serious and responsible attitude,
I decided we won’t go back until the 4th!”
She wasn't lying. She was originally just looking for inspiration for environmental materials. After all, she and Song Jiamu's new book were set in Suzhou and Hangzhou, but she had additional gains, such as finally experiencing the feeling of holding hands, the feeling of hugging, together.
The feeling of staying in a hotel...
When she didn't experience it, she could only rely on dry words to imagine. After experiencing it, she realized how lacking the description in her previous book was.
When her little hand was held by him, she felt as if her whole body was melting into his palm.
There are more feelings between each other's skin contact, which she needs to taste and feel like peeling off cocoons. It will be the beginning of summer in two days, but she feels like spring has just arrived.
"You don't want to go back until the 4th?"
Song Jiamu also moved to the bed and looked at her with a smile.
"It's not that I think about it, it's that I think it's better this way." Yun Shuqian corrected.
"Okay, then I'll go back on the 4th. I also like staying with you." Song Jiamu looked at her and said.
Visible to the naked eye, the girl's face was glowing red. She was becoming more and more attractive, and the more she looked, the more beautiful she became.
Song Jiamu was watching her fascinated, but she stretched out her arms from the quilt and turned off the light with a click.
Only then did her murmuring words come from the darkness.
"I, I don't want to stay one more day just because I like to stay with you. You, you should pay attention to the words you use when you speak."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. President."
"I see that you don't take me as the president seriously at all."
"I keep you in my heart."
"...Go away, who believes you!"
"I'm going to go to bed."
Song Jiamu yawned. It was almost eleven o'clock, and his biological clock was working.
Thinking of Yun Shuqian's fuss last night, he still warned: "You'd better be more honest tonight, otherwise I'll sleep on your bed."
"..."
Yun Shuqian said nothing, thinking deeply.
Until Song Jiamu was about to fall asleep, the restless girl started to make trouble again...