"From this perspective, the problem is a bit serious." Song Jiamu looked serious.
"...Huh? What did you say?" Yun Shuqian looked at the hands of the two of them intertwined without shame. She, who was always smart, seemed to have a high delay, and her reaction was half a beat slower.
"I said, your problem is serious!"
"what is the problem?"
Listening to his tone, Yun Shuqian felt as if he had an incurable disease.
"Are you really not feeling anything? Holding hands, interlocking your fingers?" Song Jiamu emphasized the fact that the two were holding hands.
Yun Shuqian's face turned even redder, and she guiltily looked at a grass on the roadside. She shook her head with trembling pupils and said, "...No."
"Well, I can only continue to hold you until you feel it."
"...??"
"Actually, it's not that there's nothing, it's just..."
Just as she was about to speak, the bus came.
Song Jiamu led her into the car: "Get in the car first, right?"
"Um……"
Being held by his hand and getting into the car, Yun Shuqian felt very safe.
There are not many passengers in the bus, and there are two window seats in the back seat on the left.
Yun Shuqian wanted to sit inside, so Song Jiamu had no choice but to let go of her left hand.
After holding hands for more than ten minutes, as soon as he let go, Yun Shuqian immediately felt like he was connected to 5G. The wind blew through the sweat on his palms, bringing a burst of coolness, and his whole mind suddenly became smooth and intense.
Her heartbeat finally slowed down, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
It was only then that she felt like she had found herself again, and she raised her little hand and patted Song Jiamu's shoulder twice in embarrassment.
"I'm going to kill you! There were so many people just now! They were all seen!"
"Hey...what are you afraid of? No one knows us. Since we want to give it a try, of course we have to give it a try. I feel it's not enough."
"not enough?!"
Isn't this the end yet? Yun Shuqian felt like he was being pushed to the top of his heart by this sudden hotness!
She sat on the seat by the window, huddled up against the window, and the hand he had held was firmly hidden in her arms, refusing to let him hold her anymore.
"Try again with another hand."
"I do not want."
"Let's try it."
Song Jiamu reached out and grabbed her right hand. She felt a little coy, but she didn't resist like she did a few days ago. She didn't hit him, she just competed with him for strength.
But her strength was not even one-third as strong as Song Jiamu's, so Song Jiamu easily pulled her right hand into his arms.
The girl clenched her little fists tightly and refused to open her palms to hold hands with him.
Her hands are so small, and the fists she makes are naturally so small.
The five fingers are tender, thin, and soft.
Song Jiamu used both hands to fight, grabbing her wrist with one hand and opening her fingers one by one with the other hand.
First open her thumb, and hold her thumb with the other hand to prevent her from closing it again, and then continue to open her index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger, so that the girl's pink palm is exposed.
This process is like opening the bud of a flower.
Song Jiamu had a great time. After opening her palm, he slipped four fingers from her palm, matched her fingers, closed his fingers and clasped them tightly.
Feeling the two people's palms touching each other, Yun Shuqian's heartbeat began to beat disobediently again.
Fortunately, this time I was sitting down, so it didn’t matter if my legs were weak and I couldn’t walk. The process of playing with him was so much fun.
She still refused to admit defeat. Even though Song Jiamu had forcibly intertwined with the girl's will against her will, her five fingers were still open, refusing to close and holding him instead.
"You have to hold my hand too."
"I don't."
"Hold it, you hold it."
Song Jiamu's other hand went into action again, first closing her thumb, then her index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger.
Seeing that she finally held his hand, Song Jiamu was satisfied.
Just as he took his other hand away, her five fingers spread out again.
Looking up at her, she seemed a little proud.
"Don't hold me back."
"I still can't cure you?"
Song Jiamu simply didn't take his hand away, and closed his other hand again, wrapping her five fingers.
So it became Song Jiamu's two hands holding one of hers, still resting on his thigh, so tightly that no one could separate her.
The scalding heat came from the palm of his hand. Yun Shu blushed slightly, felt shy for a moment, and stopped trying to break free. He slapped him twice angrily with the other hand.
"Are you, are you ashamed?"
"Do you feel it now?"
Song Jiamu covered her little hand and asked expectantly.
She felt guilty and turned to look out the window. There was his reflection on the window.
"No."
"Impossible, what now?"
He held his hand tighter, and their palms pressed together tightly. Both of them could feel the sticky sweat in them, and their heartbeats accelerated.
A girl who is as seductive as a monkey won’t get excited just because she holds her little hand! No, she won’t!
Even though all the cells in her body were cheering for joy, even though her brain was dyed a brilliant pink color, even though her immature chest was about to explode due to tension, she still raised her other hand and pinched a tiny bit of her little finger with her thumb to tell.
he:
"It's just such a slight feeling..."
Song Jiamu was excited and moved his buttocks closer to her, so the blush on her pretty face spread down to even her neck.
"Tell me, what exactly is it like?"
"...It's just, it's so hot."
"Like it?"
"Um?"
"Do you like me holding your hand? Do you feel your heartbeat?"
"..."
Yun Shuqian didn't answer him, but the hand he held completely softened and allowed him to hold it.
"So, what about you? Do you like it? Do you like holding my hand? Do you feel your heartbeat?"
"like."
Song Jiamu described his feelings: "I feel my heartbeat is very fast, and your hands are soft and small, just like a baby."
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"I said you are like a baby."
Hearing him say that she was like a baby, Yun Shuqian immediately felt a strong sense of pampering, so much so that she wanted to throw herself into his arms and moan.
She, she is twenty years old! She is said to look like a baby! How can anyone coax a girl like this?
But it was obvious that she took advantage of these words, and her body became a little softer. She could no longer keep her back straight in the seat, and looked limp.
"Do you want to feel my heartbeat?" Song Jiamu asked.
"Is that okay?" After hearing what he said, Yun Shuqian immediately became interested.
Two people who had never been in love were conducting various tests on the effects of holding hands as if they were conducting scientific research.
"I'm not lying to you. You can tell by touching it. My heartbeat is really fast."
"To be seen..."
"It's okay, we are behind and they can't see us."
After hearing what he said, Yun Shuqian stretched out her other little hand and gently covered his chest.
He was only wearing a thin T-shirt, and the young heart in his chest was beating non-stop. Perhaps because of the temperature of her palm, the heart rate became faster.
"How about it?"
"...the heart is beating."
"I know that anyone alive can definitely dance."
"...it becomes very fast."
"I didn't lie to you, did I?"
"...Did you control it yourself?"
"I don't have the ability."
The girl's hand felt his body temperature and covered his heart. The intense beating gave her a strong sense of reality.
Song Jiamu really didn't lie to her. He really liked holding hands with her, and his heart was really moved.
There is no need to explain it in words, the fierce heartbeat is the most real emotion, as if it is on the same frequency, her heartbeat speeds up along with his.
This is good. If she is the only one with a fast heartbeat and nervousness, then she should never hold his hand again in the future.
After a while, Yun Shuqian was finally willing to take her hands off his chest.
"I want to touch you too."
"...get out of here."
Just as Song Jiamu's hand was about to reach out, she slapped him away with a series of small slaps.
"Actually, you feel it too, right? You're just as nervous and excited as I am. It's a feeling I've never experienced before."
"...Song Jiamu, will it look weird for us to do this?"
"No, look at us holding hands like this all the way. Everyone seems to think it's normal when they see us. We just treat it as an experience of love. If you don't give it a try, how will you know if you want to fall in love?"
Yun Shuqian thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be the same reason. If she was asked to choose someone to try, she would definitely choose Song Zhutou. After all, the two of them are very good now. According to her standards, they are just a couple.
It's okay to hold hands.
She remembered very clearly that starting from the day of departure, Song Jiamu had held her hand for the twenty-sixth time, counting each time he held and let go.
Even if it only lasts for two or three seconds, she still remembers it clearly.
This was the longest time we held hands, and the most intense feeling. It was also the time she didn't resist.
"Just giving it a try," she emphasized.
"Well, try it yourself seriously." Song Jiamu's hand holding hers relaxed, and she could easily withdraw it.
But Yun Shuqian didn't pull his hand back.
After hesitating for a short while, she took the initiative to hold his hand forcefully.
The feelings of active and passive are different.
Song Jiamu only felt that her little hand was exerting force, and it felt like a slippery little crucian carp in his palm. She squeezed his fingers curiously, rubbing her fingertips against his gently, feeling each other.
The friction of fingerprints brought waves of electric shock to my heart.
She took the initiative to close his palms with her palms, feeling the sweat on their palms blending together.
Yun Shuqian's heart was like a deer colliding with each other. The two of them were connected to each other, as if they were firmly attracted by a magnetic field. This was an indescribable experience.
Is this what love is like?
In a strange city, she was actually experiencing love with Song Zhutou!
Anyway, it’s just a small hand-holding, it’s only for a few days anyway, and no one knows anyway...
Anyway, after she goes back, she won't agree to do this again...