At 8:30 in the evening, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian returned to the hotel after walking outside all day.
She was still full of energy when she was shopping. As soon as she returned to the hotel and closed the door, Yun Shuqian seemed to be squeezed dry. She trotted two steps with a meow, and a girl pounced on her and fell on the bed with a thud.
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"Ugh~~so tired, so tired!"
"I'm the one who's tired, right?"
Song Jiamu walked to the sofa and put down the clothes he bought. He was still holding a bag of snacks in his other hand.
He turned around and glanced at the girl on the bed. She was wearing a short skirt today. When she was lying on the bed, her fair and slender legs were fully exposed from root to tip. Modified by the cute little skirt, they had a graceful arc.
, it’s really hard to look away and makes you want to hold it and play with it.
So Song Jiamu sat down by the bed, hugged her calves, and started to help her take off her shoes.
Even after walking all day, there was no strange smell when her shoes were taken off. She was as clean as a porcelain doll that had just left the factory. The pair of little white socks she wore today had cute patterns, which made her ankles
It looks more white, tender and attractive.
"Oh, what are you doing!"
"Help me take off your shoes."
"I don't want you to take it off!"
But Song Jiamu moved very quickly. He took off her two shoes quickly, and then took off her little white socks. This process was like peeling an egg. When the eggshell is peeled off, it looks like egg white.
The little feet, which are shiny and white and slightly plump, are exposed.
Then she kicked him six times.
Song Jiamu felt that it was not a loss.
It was already the third night that I was alone with her. From the beginning, the two of them were a little reserved, but gradually they relaxed a lot. Such small fights also seemed to be much more intimate.
Song Jiamu collected the clothes from the balcony and went to take a shower first.
Yun Chongchong was lying on the bed, whining and rolling around. His quilt and pillow were on her bed, so the two quilts were extra soft when lying on them. She used one to cushion her body and the other to cushion her body.
It's so comfortable, and she liked to use it like this when she was little, but her mother wouldn't let her, saying it would flatten the quilt and make it no longer warm.
She used the other quilt to hold her arms, and it was particularly comfortable to hold the soft quilt. The quilt she was holding was slept by Song Jiamu. He slept without any clothes, so the quilt smelled of him, faintly.
The scent of the shower gel is very nice.
After Song Jiamu went in to take a bath, she took his pillow and held it between her legs. She used her own pillow as a pillow. Holding the pillow between her legs was also a very comfortable thing! Especially for a woman with particularly tender skin like her.
When a child is lying on his side, it is uncomfortable with his knees pressed together, but it is very comfortable with a pillow.
In this way, all the quilts and pillows used by the two of them were occupied by her alone. Song Jiamu was not stingy and would not tell her not to touch his things. His things were hers, girl.
I feel extremely pampered, as if the whole world belongs to her.
When Song Jiamu came out of the shower, he saw something like this - a little girl who had made a mess on the bed by herself. She was hiding under the quilt, and you couldn't find her head unless you looked carefully.
where.
"Aren't you going to take a shower yet?"
"Lie down a little longer..."
"Stop lying down. If you rest too much now, you won't be able to sleep again later."
"I'm exhausted and can't get up..."
"Then let me help you take a bath?"
"roll."
"Get up, you lazy idiot."
"..."
A white arm stretched out from the pile of quilts, and Song Jiamu reached out to hold it, and pulled her up with gentle force.
Whenever she felt his strength, Yun Shuqian would unconsciously fantasize about him hugging her princess, his strong arms passing through her legs, her leaning on his chest, and then arms around him.
neck, he just carried her to take a bath, put her into a large bathtub covered with rose petals, and then he walked in...
The girl didn't dare to think about it any further. She hugged her change of clothes numbly, put on her slippers and ran into the bathroom.
Until she closed the bathroom door, the warm shower water poured all over her body, and the fragrant shower gel created fine bubbles on her body. She blushed and raised her head slightly.
Water drops dripped from her delicate chin. She closed her eyes, her eyebrows were slightly crooked, and she continued her imagination...
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For things that have not been experienced before, relying solely on imagination is a little less detailed, but it gives more room for fantasy. This is the case with writing novels.
Song Jiamu was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a laptop on his lap and an apple in his hand.
He was sitting on Yun Shuqian's bed. His quilt and pillows were also here. His bed had become a storage place for sundries. Their backpacks were thrown there, as were their changed clothes.
There, obviously the bedside table can be used to store mobile phones and the small coffee table can be used to store computers, but Yun Shuqian's mobile phones and computers were all thrown on his bed, as if he was afraid that he would go back to sleep holding the quilt and pillow.
After all, they had slept together for two nights, and Song Jiamu didn't plan to go back to sleep, otherwise if she made a fuss, he wouldn't have to sleep at all.
The data of the work is displayed in the background. It has been two days since it was recommended. The increase in the collection is very gratifying. Among the works of the same period, he and Yun Shuqian have always maintained the top two.
Now it is recommended to advance without looking at the collection. You need to read the data. The urban channel is known as the king channel. It has a lot of traffic and competition. Song Jiamu doesn’t know how much he has read. Xiaopoujie doesn’t dare to ask the editor, but
The data such as recommendation votes and chapter reviews have performed well, so I think it will be no problem to advance to the next round of new book selection.
These days, he and Yun Shuqian didn't just focus on playing. They coded for two hours every morning. After finishing writing, they could play with confidence and boldness.
Such days are really pleasant. Bring your laptop, travel to distant places with the people you like, write together, hold hands together, and sleep together. It is probably the common dream of everyone who loves literature.
After sorting out the details for tomorrow's writing, the bathroom door opened, and the girl who had finished taking a bath walked out with the mist that was like an mundane thing behind her, with a pretty face and a red face.
The two looked at each other, and Yun Shuqian opened his eyes guiltily.
Seeing that he didn't take away the quilt and pillow, she felt relieved. She didn't tell him not to go back to sleep in his bed. He didn't go back to sleep on his own. She was just helpless.
She opened the balcony door, stood up on tiptoes and straightened her arms, hung up the washed underwear to dry, and blew the cold air outside until the heat on her face was blown away. Then she walked up to the balcony.
After I walked back into the room and closed the floor-to-ceiling curtains, I felt that the room had become quiet and warm.
Song Jiamu closed the computer and took the hair dryer that was left on his bed. Yun Shuqian sat by the bed sensiblely and waited for him to help him dry his hair.
She was wearing homely shorts, and her white and tender legs were not covered by pillows. They were just displayed in front of him. The girl had just taken a bath, and her skin was still a little pink.
Song Jiamu was blow-drying her hair while looking at her legs. The fragrance of her hair spread into the air with the hot wind.
Occasionally when she feels comfortable, Yun Shuqian will gently shake her legs, and this touch of white becomes even more vivid.
"Why do we both use the same shampoo and shower gel, but yours smells better?" Song Jiamu asked curiously. Her hair had been dried, and he massaged her gently like he did last night.
Brain melon.
"You, you are not allowed to smell me! It's so perverted!" Yun Shuqian hummed with her eyes closed.
"Then have you figured out how to arrange it tomorrow?"
Song Jiamu asked again. After massaging her head, he sat next to her and naturally took her small hands on her thighs.
Yun Shuqian felt shy for a moment, her hands were held by him, her mood suddenly became tense again, and she opened her eyes.
"Lay on hands."
"oh……"
He said he was laying on his hands, so Yun Shuqian let him play with his hands.
The little girl's little hands that have just taken a bath are warm, soft, and fragrant. No matter how you play with them, they are fun.
Song Jiamu squeezed her hand gently, kneaded his palm, and pinched her soft fingers with his thumb and index finger like small beans.
He squeezed his fingers a little harder, and her fingernails turned white, and then he let go, and the white color quickly turned back to pink. This shows that her body is very healthy, and in traditional Chinese medicine, it is a sign of sufficient qi and blood.
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When Song Jiamu intertwined their fingers with hers, she was a little nervous again, but she didn't break away. After all, they had tried holding hands today, and the interlocking of their fingers was really exciting.
"You haven't answered me yet. Have you figured out how to make arrangements for tomorrow?"
Only then did Song Jiamu remind her again.
Yun Shuqian indeed forgot to answer him, and her whole body was focused on the two people's entangled hands.
By this time, Song Jiamu had already relaxed his grip on her hand. He himself did not move, so she started to move gently, her soft and slender little hands gently moving in his palm.
Come over and squeeze his fingers and massage his hands.
"Tomorrow, um, if it doesn't rain, I'll go to Xixi Park for a walk."
"What if it rains?"
"If it rains, we will stay in the hotel and write."
In comparison, Yun Shuqian felt that she preferred staying in the hotel with him. She had been away for three days and had basically gone to all the places she wanted to go, but she never got tired of staying in the hotel. She could do anything.
, and slept in bed with him all day.
Yun Shuqian gently touched his hand. As a hand control, there was no time when she could touch his hand legitimately like now. Holding hands was just holding hands. It would look strange to touch randomly, but it was okay at this moment.
She was touching randomly. Her hands were small and it took two hands to play with one of Song Jiamu's big hands.
She closed her eyes while groping and feeling, and her heartbeat was a little fast.
Occasionally when Song Jiamu held her hand with a little force, she would be startled and her breathing would stop.
When he didn't speak, she didn't speak either. The two of them quietly experienced the feeling of playing with their hands, enjoying the ambiguity and heartbeat freely.
"Yun Shuqian, can you step on your back?" Song Jiamu asked.
"Step on the back?" Yun Shuqian opened his eyes, a little curious.
I still remember that when we were having dinner and chatting to find common ground, Song Jiamu said that they were both people who wanted to struggle. She said that Song Jiamu seemed to like to enjoy more, and she was the one who wanted to struggle. Now it seems that the two of them are really evenly matched.
They are all people who like to enjoy themselves.
"Yes, I massaged your head and hands, and it's time for you to step on my back."
Song Jiamu withdrew his hand, while Yun Shuqian was still a little reluctant to let go.
He turned around and lay on the bed, turned around and said, "Help me step on my back."
"How to step on it? I don't know how!"
"I often step on my back like this in the boys' dormitory. Just stand on my back and step on me."
"Press with your feet?"
"How else could I step on it?"
After hearing what he said, Yun Shuqian immediately became interested.
Good guy, she was worried that she couldn't find a reason to step on him, so Song Zhutou just showed up at her door?
"Then I will trample you to death."
She smiled, raised her feet and climbed onto the bed. The bed was relatively soft, so it was more unstable when standing like this.
"It's stepping! Don't jump up and stamp your feet! Otherwise I will vomit blood!" Song Jiamu reminded quickly.
As the name suggests, back stepping mainly uses the feet to point, step, press, rub, and push on the back and legs to stimulate local blood circulation and relieve back stiffness and fatigue.
Especially in the boys' dormitory of the physical education class, back stepping is very common, but compared to a group of big men stepping on the back, it is obvious that the girl's white and tender feet stepping on the back is a reward.
Yun Shuqian didn't know how to step on it. She first stood next to Song Jiamu, and he lay at her feet, with his shirt pulled up to his chest, revealing his strong waist.
"Then, then I stepped on it."
"Step on it."
Yun Shuqian raised one foot and gently stepped on his waist.
Song Jiamu took a deep breath, feeling an indescribable and wonderful experience. No wonder I often see comments like "The Queen Steps on Me" in the book review area. In short, it is very exciting.
"Will it be heavy?"
"...It's okay, just step on it boldly and don't stamp your feet."
"Then I'll stand up."
"Yeah, please stand."
Yun Shuqian stood up with both feet, but her waist was uneven. As a newbie, she couldn't stand firmly. She smiled tenderly and fell off his back again.
Compared to Song Jiamu, when she stepped on him, she felt more wonderful. She could feel his body temperature on the soles of her feet, which were hot and itchy when she came into contact with his skin.
"I can't stand still!"
"Then change positions."
Song Jiamu was lying sideways on the bedside, "You can stand holding on to the wall now, so you should be able to stand steady."
Yun Shuqian stepped on him again. She only weighed ninety pounds in total, and her feet were small and soft. When she stepped on his back, Song Jiamu exhaled with satisfaction.
"Song Jiamu, am I going to crush you?"
"You're as light as a kitten, so you can't crush me. Just feel free to step on me."
Yun Shuqian supported the wall and slowly stepped on his back. She also felt it was fun. Occasionally, when she stepped on a certain muscle, Song Jiamu would hum in comfort, and she felt super accomplished.
The small and warm feet were rubbing, pressing, and pushing against his back. The soles of his feet were warm and itchy, making her giggle from time to time.
If Song Jiamu stepped on her, Yun Shuqian estimated that she would be crushed.
After more than ten minutes of walking, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
Yun Shuqian got off him. He was still lying on the bed, so she simply sat on his back.
"Oh drink..."
Song Jiamu reacted in a timely manner, like a little monster she defeated.
In fact, it was very comfortable for her to sit like this.
"You can't just let other girls step on you like this."
Yun Shuqian said: "It doesn't matter what I say, because I don't have athlete's foot. If another girl steps on you and you go to the hospital, the doctor will ask you why you have athlete's foot on your back!"
Song Jiamu buried his face in the pillow and replied lazily: "I only let you step on it."
"That's good, go to sleep."
She got up, crawled to the bed, put on her slippers and went to the bathroom.
After she left, Song Jiamu turned over, quickly covered himself with quilt, and lay down on her bed.
Even though she was ready to sleep together tonight, when Yun Shuqian came out of the bathroom and saw him lying on her bed, she was still so embarrassed that she didn't know how to lie down.
"You, you still don't go back to your own bed!"
She picked up the pillow and patted him.
"I don't want to be woken up by you again in the middle of the night."
Song Jiamu turned his back to her, got under the quilt, turned off the light, and refused to leave.
After the lights were turned off, he hid under the quilt again, and the reserved girl felt much more at ease. She adjusted the position of the pillow so that it was next to his pillow, and she quickly got under the quilt.
Feeling that the pretty girl next to him was already lying down, Song Jiamu got out of the quilt.
He turned over and faced her.
Yun Shuqian pulled up the quilt to cover his head.
"Sleep well."
"..."
He calmed down.
Yun Shuqian sneaked his head out again, approached him gently and quietly, and breathed his breath.
"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu."
"Um?"
"It seems to be raining outside..."
It started to rain outside the window, pattering down, lulling people to sleep.