Facts have proved that you can’t eat hot tofu if you are in a hurry.

Song Jiamu experienced the feeling of eating hot tofu. How could those soft and tender little hands be so strong? His mouth was red and hot, as if he had eaten hot tofu.

After finally escaping her mouth from the clutches of the girl, Song Jia numbly hid under the quilt.

Yun Shuqian didn't give up. She straddled him across the quilt and patted him with a pillow.

When she was tired, she would take a rest. At this time, Song Jiamu would poke his head out of the quilt and take a curious look. Then she would be like whack-a-mole. As soon as his head came out, she would hug the pillow.

Shoot it.

Unfortunately, his movements were never as agile as his, and even though he took many photos, he failed to capture the Song Dynasty mouse.

The girl's shame came and went quickly. After Song Jiamu secretly turned on the light, the dark room suddenly became brighter, disrupting her thoughts, and she forgot about it.

However, she still pretended to be angry. When Song Jiamu showed up again, she quickly slapped the pillow down.

Song Jiamu did not hide under the quilt this time, but caught the pillow. She made a fuss and grabbed the pillow, but she was not as strong as him.

"I'm just giving it a try, and I haven't kissed you yet. You can see my mouth is swollen." Song Jiamu showed her his mouth. Sure enough, it was red, and it looked thicker than usual.

It is much thicker and looks a bit funny.

"You, you kissed me!"

"...Don't say this nonsense!"

"That time eight years ago! I feel very...angry when I think about it now!" Yun Shuqian couldn't find a suitable adjective. Saying that he was shy seemed too inferior, so he had to use angry to describe it. He always felt that this guy was talking

When she said 'give it a try', she was hinting at that time back then.

"..."

Okay, so it turned out to be an old incident, but who kissed whom that time when I was a kid?

"I'll crush you."

Seeing that he couldn't grab the pillow, Yun Shuqian pressed him with her butt, rubbing and sitting on him.

Song Jiamu underneath him suddenly blushed and turned over numbly. If he let her press him down like this, he would lose control.

"ah."

Yun Shuqian exclaimed, and when he turned over, she rolled off him.

Song Jiamu was lying down, so she crossed her legs and sat down next to him, folded her hands on her chest, and stared at him resentfully, the blush on her pretty face not dissipating yet.

"If we hadn't gotten better again, you would have been beaten to death by me just like you did."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. We can only hold hands now, but we can't kiss. It's because I pushed my limits and became lustful."

"...It's good to know." Yun Shuqian thought about it for a while, and it seemed that what he said was right, so it should be because of this that she was angry.

"Then how angry are you now?" Song Jiamu asked cautiously.

"As angry as it has been raining all day!" Yun Shuqian stretched out his arm and pointed to the sky outside.

"...The rain has stopped." Song Jiamu reminded.

She quickly looked back, and sure enough, the rain stopped at some point.

"As angry as the entire West Lake!" Yun Shuqian spread his arms again to show how angry he was.

"To be so angry... It's over, it's over. We just got better again. Now I will definitely be deducted points. How many years and months will it take for me to be the best in the world?" Song Jiamu said exaggeratedly, with a look on his face.

A look of regret and regret.

Yun Shuqian wanted to laugh when she heard this, but she was holding back her laughter, so the expression on her pretty face seemed a little tense. She pretended to be super angry, pursed her lips and snorted, and still sat on him with her legs crossed.

Next to her, she crossed her arms and looked like she didn't want to pay attention to him, but she knew that Song Jiamu was going to start coaxing her.

Song Jiamu was wrapped in a quilt and squirmed next to her like a little smelly maggot. She pretended not to notice and sat motionless.

"Dear President, how can you not be angry?"

"Isn't that your business? If you hadn't teased me about your childhood, why would I have been angry? You still come to ask me. There is no sincerity at all."

Yun Shuqian crossed her arms and crossed her chest. She had a delicate body and a tender face. Even in the most royal posture, there was no hint of intimidation at all. Instead, she looked delicate and lovely.

"Then let me think about it." Song Jiamu held his chin and thought.

"Um."

The girl answered coldly, but her toes were already moving playfully.

"Now that the rain has stopped, let's go for a walk together. Then I'll treat you to a lot of delicious food. I'll buy you whatever you want."

"What if it rains again later?"

"If it rains, I will hold an umbrella for you."

"Our umbrella is very small..."

"I will only block it for you."

Yun Shuqian twisted her body, her long hair fluttering, and she finally felt a little happy.

"Okay, okay, who wants you to help hold an umbrella? Let's go quickly."

"Aren't you angry?"

"snort."

"Are there still points deducted?"

"snort."

Seeing that she was verbose and about to speak again, Song Jia numbly got out of the quilt and pulled her out of bed together.

"I haven't combed my hair yet..."

"My hair is also a mess. Let's go. Let's go get some fresh air while it's not raining now."

"Bring an umbrella!"

…

After it rains, a mist rises from the water of the West Lake, making the West Lake become fairy-like and more charming than it was a few days ago.

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were walking by the West Lake.

It's very easy to coax Yun Shuqian, and of course, it's also very easy to make her angry.

After the rain stopped, the cart hidden in the alley appeared again, and Song Jiamu bought her fried chestnuts, roasted sweet potatoes, squid skewers, and a small bag of candied fruits.

The girl was easily coaxed into being happy by him.

"It smells so good~!"

"Is it delicious?"

"Hmm, Song Jiamu, do you want to eat roasted sweet potatoes?"

"You eat, I'll buy you something to eat."

"It's so big, I can't finish it."

"Then give me half of it."

"I'll give you the half I've eaten."

"...Then I can only eat it reluctantly."

"I lied to you, you thought I was as disgusting as you."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Everything was held in Song Jiamu's hands. She held the two ends of the sweet potato with her small hands and broke it in half. The white steam started to rise and it was fragrant.

The two of them were walking and eating at the same time. They wanted to find a place to sit, but unfortunately the stone chairs were all wet.

The sky in the evening after the rain was unusually gorgeous. Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian walked from Broken Bridge to Baidi, with the autumn moon over Pinghu Lake at the end. Maybe it was because they were going home tomorrow, so when walking like this, they talked a lot less than before.

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Each has a small thought hidden in their heart, taking this quiet and warm time into their heart.

After watching the sunset by the lake, the sky became dark and the street lights came on one by one.

The two of them were still walking slowly, from dusk to sunset, and then to nightfall, without looking at the map. They didn't know where they were, but they were sure they were still by the West Lake.

"We've all eaten."

With her mouth bulging, she handed the last wooden stick to Song Jiamu.

Song Jiamu put all the garbage in a bag and turned around to ask her, "Are you full?"

“Super full.”

"Just let me feel your belly and I'll know!"

"Get out of here."

Yun Shuqian slapped his hand away.

"So are you full?"
To be continued...