Chapter 145 The best ending in the world is marriage
She obviously had an umbrella, but she still lay on his back and ran with him in the rainy night. This must be a stupid thing that a couple in love would do!
The extremely happy and crazy mood continued all the way.
Until the moment he stepped into the hotel lobby, the doorman in hotel uniform, the pedestrians taking temporary shelter from the rain under the eaves, the tenants coming out of the hotel holding umbrellas...these people's eyes seemed to suddenly appear, and they looked vaguely.
Qian pretty face is hot.
Like an ostrich, she buried her head deep in Song Jiamu's back and did this super childish thing with him. She was so embarrassed that she refused to raise her head even if no one saw her.
"Sir, do you need help?"
The lobby manager saw the two people looking embarrassed and hurriedly came over to greet them.
It was raining heavily outside, and these two guys were soaked. They obviously had umbrellas in their hands? Did they jump into the West Lake?! Especially the girl lying behind the boy looked like she had fainted. How could they not?
Scared the manager.
"Oh, it's okay!"
You two don't look like you're okay at all!
The manager wanted to say something else, but when he saw the girl behind him moving, she lowered her voice and urged: "Go quickly! Go quickly!" Fortunately, he didn't faint, so the manager felt relieved and took the initiative to press the elevator button for them.
"Thanks."
"...Sir, if you need any help, just let me know."
"Can you send me a pot of hot water to 1609? It would be best if you could put some slices of ginger."
"OK."
The elevator door closed, leaving only Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian in this small space. The girl who was so embarrassed that she was almost mistaken for fainting raised her face from behind him.
She is not as shameless as Song Jiamu!
He obviously did something childish, but he still had the nerve to ask others to bring him hot water. As expected, Song Zhutou is the most shameless in the world!
The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became. She raised her fist and hit him on the shoulder.
"Ouch, why did you hit me? It hurts!"
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault, people must be watching the joke outside!"
"You don't even hold an umbrella even if you have one!"
"You, you run so fast, how can I hold an umbrella?"
"Then you still have time to bite me!"
Yun Shuqian opened his collar and took a look. There were clearly visible teeth marks on his strong shoulders. Because he was a little more excited, he bit harder and the marks lasted for a while.
It can't go away anymore.
"Is it cold?" Song Jiamu turned to look at the reflection in the elevator mirror and clearly saw the embarrassed appearance of the two people.
"It's not cold." Yun Shuqian felt warm all over.
Although they were running wildly in the rain, the two of them were not completely soaked. At least Song Jiamu's back and Yun Shuqian's chest were dry. After all, she was very close to him, almost her entire body was pressed against him.
On the back.
The girl was very soft, and when she was pressed against him like this, Song Jiamu also felt warm, but it was a pity that he didn't have the experience of having a little kitten hidden between them.
But at least the hearts are very close! -Song Jiamu comforted himself this way.
He looked at Yun Shuqian in the mirror and couldn't help but burst out laughing. This was the first time he saw her looking so embarrassed.
Her beautiful hair was wetted by the rain and formed into bunches, clinging to her fair face like waterweed. The white T-shirt she was wearing was also wetted and turned into a translucent color, covering her shoulders and back.
The close contact between her back makes the boundary between her skin and the surrounding scenery very blurred, and every line depicting her gives people a delicate and soft impression, which naturally makes people feel a strong sense of care.
However, Song Jiamu knew that the girl behind him was not as soft as she looked at all. Her bite just now made him scream in pain.
"What are you laughing at."
"I didn't laugh."
"You're smiling! I've seen it all!"
Even though she had already gotten into the elevator, Yun Shuqian still had no intention of getting off him. When he was laughing, she would hit him and kick her calves.
After coming out of the elevator and arriving at the door of the room, Song Jiamu stood at the door with her on his back.
"Open the door, why are you standing there?"
"I have my key card in my pocket."
"Then take it..."
"Look where my hands are?"
"..."
Only then did Yun Shuqian come to her senses. This guy's hands were on her thighs. She was wearing shorts, and her fair and tender skin could easily feel the heat of his palms.
The reserved girl coyly jumped down from behind him. Perhaps she had been carried on his back for too long. The moment she stood on the floor with her feet, she felt weak and unable to exert herself. She staggered, but luckily she was held by him.
Stabilized.
After they separated, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian felt cold.
Without delay, Song Jia numbly took out the room key and opened the door, and the light in the room came on.
"Hurry up and change your clothes and take a shower. Don't catch a cold later."
"My shoes are wet."
Yun Shuqian took off her shoes. It was particularly uncomfortable to wear wet shoes. Fortunately, the waterproof quality of her shoes was good, and some water seeped in around the tongue and heel, so they were not completely soaked.
But Song Jiamu's shoes were not so lucky. He was running the whole way. When he was carrying her on his back, it was as if he was on stimulants for a distance of three kilometers. He didn't feel tired at all, nor did he feel tired at all.
My shoes feel wet.
It wasn't until he returned to the room and sat down on the floor that his legs began to tremble as if they were overdrafted, and the shoes that had stepped on puddles became wet and heavy, making them extremely uncomfortable to wear.
"Oh, you're still lingering, go take a shower quickly, don't catch a cold! I'll dry your shoes for you, go quickly!"
Seeing that Yun Shuqian was still lingering, Song Jiamu quickly took a bath towel, wrapped her up, and pushed this troublesome guy to the bathroom.
"I-I haven't got my clothes yet!"
It felt great to be cared about and talked about by him. Yun Shuqian was so happy that she ran to the bed with bare feet, took her clothes, and then hurried to the bathroom.
"Don't come out and peek, I'm changing my pants outside." Song Jiamu shouted towards the bathroom.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Who wants to peek at you!"
Song Jiamu took off all his clothes, wiped them with a towel, and simply put on a pair of shorts.
No need to wear pants, it feels cool and unrestricted and feels great.
The dirty clothes and soaked socks were thrown into the plastic basin outside the balcony, soaked in water, and the rain was still pattering outside.
Back in the room, Song Jiamu took Yun Shuqian's shoes, wiped her white shoes with paper towels, and then used a hair dryer to carefully dry the wet parts.
Her shoes were very small. Song Jiamu compared them with his big feet. If his feet were to fit in, her shoes would burst.
The doorbell rang outside, and Song Jiamu put down his shoes and opened the door.
"Hello sir, this is the hot water you want."
The waiter brought the hot water in a large glass kettle with a few slices of ginger soaked in it.
"Okay, thank you."
Song Jiamu took the kettle, closed the door, pressed the paging button, and set the room to 'do not disturb'.
The movement at the door attracted the attention of Yun Shuqian, who was taking a shower in the bathroom. The sound of the shower disappeared, and her slightly anxious voice came -
"Song Jiamu? Song Jiamu! Where are you going when you open the door?"
"I didn't go anywhere, I was in the room, and the waiter came to bring ginger water."
"Oh." The tone immediately relaxed again, and the pleasant sound of the shower continued.
Song Jiamu returned to the sofa and sat down. After drinking a cup of hot ginger water, he felt much better. Of course, for him, he would not catch a cold after being exposed to this level of rain. He mainly wanted to take care of Yun Shuqian. He didn't want to see it.
She showed off her nose and sniffed.
He continued to blow her shoes. Fortunately, her shoes were not very wet. After blowing her shoes, Song Jiamu continued to blow his own shoes.
Just now it was so enjoyable to run in the rain with the flower girl on my back, but now I feel so embarrassed when I blow my shoes.
His feet and shoes didn't smell bad, but when they were wet and dried with a hair dryer, a strange sulfur smell filled the air. He had to open the balcony door and blow close to the balcony.
After drying one shoe and preparing to dry the other shoe, Yun Shuqian had finished taking a shower.
As before, she put on dry shorts and pajamas, her washed hair was wrapped in a towel, her pretty face was flushed, and she held the clothes she had just changed in her arms. The water temperature in her bath was relatively high, and every time she opened the door
Sometimes, the bathroom will be filled with mist like a fairyland.
"Did you finish washing so soon?"
Song Jiamu looked at the time and saw that it had only been twenty minutes. After all, she had to wash her hair, so it was a very short time.
"Go and wash it quickly...why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
Yun Shuqian glared at him in embarrassment, looking at his strong and streamlined upper body. When passing by him, she saw that the thread on his shoulder was clearly visible, and now there were slightly purple teeth marks.
The reserved girl suddenly lost her composure.
"I'm not wearing any pants either."
"...Who wants to know such a thing!!"
The girl raised her little fist and was about to hit him. Song Jiamu quickly grabbed a pair of underwear on the bed and quickly ran into the bathroom.
Yun Shuqian's mind was filled with the fact that he was not wearing pants. He carried the dirty clothes to the balcony and saw his unwashed clothes in the basin.
While helping him wash his clothes and underwear, he whispered that he was ‘perverted’, ‘perverted’ and ‘dead perverted’.
The clothes they both wore were light shorts and T-shirts, which were washed quite quickly. After washing the clothes and hanging them to dry, she sat on the sofa again and picked up the hair dryer to blow dry his other shoe.
While blowing his shoes, he whispered "stinky feet", "stinky feet" and "big stinky feet"
When Song Jiamu came out, what he saw was this scene - the girl retched from time to time, her delicate little nose wrinkled, and the hair dryer was not blowing her hair, but blowing his shoes.
"Your shoes stink!"
"...Please believe that these shoes don't stink."
"I do not believe!"
Yun Shuqian put her hand into the shoe and touched it to make sure it was dry. Then she threw the shoe away and ran to the bathroom to wash her hands.
Song Jiamu blew his hair and looked at the two sets of clothes that had been hung up outside the balcony, feeling warm in his heart.
Yun Shuqian came out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed with her legs crossed.
Song Jiamu poured a cup of ginger water and handed it to her, connected the hair dryer to the bedside socket, pulled the cord and sat down behind her, untied the towel wrapping her hair, and the girl's beautiful black hair fell down, and the air
There is a faint fragrance of hair floating in it.
She took a sip of the ginger water. It was hot, and it warmed her throat all the way to her stomach.
She closed her eyes, feeling his gentle movements and the warm breath wrapping around her. When she felt comfortable, her feet began to move playfully.
"How's it going? Does this holiday feel more perfect now?"
"Well, it's okay~...You, don't pinch my earlobe, it's itchy."
Song Jiamu massaged her head, gently twirling her earlobe with his thumb and index finger. The girl's earlobe was particularly soft, as if he was pinching one. It was tender and soft, making people want to suck it.
Stay and taste it.
Her ears were super sensitive, and Song Jiamu only pinched them for a short while before she shrank her shoulders and refused to allow him to pinch them any more.
He sat next to her, took her hands over, squeezed them gently, and clasped their fingers together.
She closed her eyes, but she was no longer coy. There was just a little blush on her face, and occasionally she would hold him back with a little force, and there was a cute curve at the corner of her mouth that could not be concealed.
"Okay, it's your turn."
Song Jiamu took away the pillow and lay down sideways on the bed.
"Hmph, let's see if I don't crush you..."
Yun Shuqian chuckled and climbed onto the bed, holding one hand on the wall. He first stepped on his waist with his left foot, and then stepped on his right foot.
Just standing still like this made Song Jiamu let out a pleasant "drink~".
He really believed in the Internet meme about "I can't carry a bag of rice, but if I were a girl, I could not only resist it, but I could also run away."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Carrying ninety kilograms of Yun Shuqian on his back, he ran a full three kilometers. If he said he was not tired, he would be lying. Now his whole body is weak and trembling.
, a sore batch.
The feeling of being stepped on by Yun Shuqian is wonderful and addictive.
The feeling of stepping on Song Jiamu is also wonderful and addictive.
After gaining experience, Yun Shuqian would not fall down so easily. Her legs seemed to be standing still, stepping gently back and forth on his waist and back. Occasionally, she would step on his butt with her left foot and rub it.
, occasionally stepping on his shoulder with her right foot and rubbing it.
All in all, it was a very interesting thing for both parties.
When he was trying to see if he could stand firm without holding on to the wall, Yun Shuqian fell off his back with a loud thud. She fell next to Song Jiamu, giggling happily.
"You're not allowed to move! If you move, I won't be able to stand still!"
"Then even tightrope walkers can stand firm, so your skills must be too poor."
"I won't step on you anymore."
"Just step on it for five more minutes."
"No, go away quickly, I'm going to sleep."
"Okay, okay, then go to sleep."
Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian adjusted their positions, put the pillows back on the bedside, and they lay down on the bed together.
"Then I turn off the lights?"
"The phone... takes it to charge. I have to go back early tomorrow morning."
"With a ten o'clock ticket, we should be able to sleep until we wake up naturally, right?"
"You must set an alarm clock. It's eight o'clock. If you oversleep, you'll be a pig!"
"You're a pig, I'll wake up at seven o'clock at the latest."
"You are the pig, you are the pig."
Thinking of something else, Yun Shuqian reminded him: "Have you told Auntie and the others?"
"I didn't say anything. Didn't you tell me not to say anything?"
"I said the bus will be at ten o'clock tomorrow!"
"Oh, let me tell you something."
Song Jiamu picked up the phone and sent a message to Li Yuan: [Mom, we will go back at ten o'clock tomorrow and leave a meal for lunch]
Li Yuan made a video call right away.
Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian, who were lying on the same bed, panicked instantly.
The reserved girl immediately opened the quilt with a guilty conscience and planned to hide in the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
"Hide, hide! Don't answer it yet!"
"Just hide under the quilt and I'll turn off the light."
"Then don't turn on the light!"
Yun Shuqian hurriedly hid under the quilt. Song Jiamu turned off the light, sat up against the bedside with only a small desk lamp on, and then connected the video call.
"Mom, are you still awake?"
"...It's only ten o'clock, you went to bed so early?"
Li Yuan looked at the video and saw that Song Jiamu was the only one in the picture. The lights were dim and she couldn't see anything clearly.
"Ah, I have been away for another day today. I will get up early and go to bed early tomorrow."
"Where's Qianqian?"
Yun Shuqian's body in the quilt was tense, and his heartbeat was quickening. He secretly pushed Song Jiamu with his hand through the quilt, signaling him not to spill the beans.
"She's in the next room, probably asleep too."
"Well, that's alright. Be careful on your way back."
Li Yuan hung up the phone.
The girl hiding under the quilt breathed a sigh of relief.
Darling, my aunt would never have thought that she would sleep next to her son...
Woo!
"Okay, sleep."
Song Jiamu also felt stimulated. He plugged his cell phone back in to charge. He didn't turn off the small desk lamp. He straightened the quilt and lay down again.
After a while, the flower girl, who was about to be suffocated in the quilt, finally got her head out.
Without saying a word, she moved her body gently and quietly, turning sideways like Song Jiamu, looking at him with a blushing face.
Song Jiamu was also looking at him. There was a small desk lamp, and the warm orange light made each other's faces look particularly soft and clear.
It's like playing with a wooden figure. She doesn't speak, and neither does he. She doesn't close her eyes, and neither does he.
The two people just stared at each other.
He didn't know how long he watched, but the corner of Song Jiamu's mouth curled up a little, and he held it back, but the funny look made Yun Shuqian couldn't help it anymore, and he chuckled, and then Song Jiamu also laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" he asked with a smile.
"I didn't laugh! You laughed first!" She said with a smile, "Then why are you laughing?"
"I want to laugh just looking at you."
"...Are you trying to say that I look stupid like your little goldfish?" She clenched her little fists.
"I didn't say that, you said it yourself."
"Go to hell."
Yun Shuqian punched him twice.
She tucked up her quilt and said, "Anyway, you can't talk nonsense to your uncle and aunt about what happened to us these days."
"Can you help me with the laundry?"
"cannot."
"Can we go to Faxi Temple to seek marriage?"
"cannot."
"Can we hold hands and sleep on the same bed?"
"cannot."
"Can we say no if we get together in the rain?"
"cannot."
"Then I like you, can you say no?"
"..."
When he said what he had tacitly understood, the girl's breathing became rapid and her mind went blank.
"...No, we can't."
"..."
Song Jiamu looked at her with eager eyes, and he said softly: "Since we can't say anything, can I hold your hand and sleep tonight?"
Yun Shuqian's face had already turned red, and she asked with a fierce look on her face: "You, why do you hold my hand to sleep?"
"Because I want to give it a try."
"..."
She didn't speak, but a hand quietly stretched out from the quilt. She bent her elbow and turned her palm upward.
Song Jiamu leaned over with his other hand, also bent his elbow, palm down, gently pressed on her palm, held her hand, and interlocked their fingers.
Because they were lying on their sides, the hands they were holding were in front of them and they could see each other.
The girl's pupils trembled, her heart beat fiercely, and her palms suddenly became sweaty, but at the same moment, the sweat in his palms blended together.
"Then you try it now, how do you feel?"
"Your hands are small and soft, like a baby's."
As soon as she heard the word "baby," Yun Shuqian felt like she couldn't exert all her strength. She shrank her neck, buried her mouth in the quilt, and spoke in a small voice.
"You, you said it last time."
"But it still looks like a baby."
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She didn't know whether Song Jiamu was ashamed or not, but she felt like she was going to die of embarrassment.
"Baby~baby~"
Song Jiamu said with sour teeth.
"Oh...you're so annoying!"
Yun Shuqian was about to twist, so she stretched out her other hand and punched him, so that he didn't dare to make a heart-wrenching sound.
"Song Jiamu."
"Um?"
"You, why do you like me?" She looked at him boldly.
Song Jiamu also looked at her and said seriously: "I like your face, your hands, your waist, your legs, everything about you!" When he mentioned the hand, he even squeezed her hand.
.
"...So in the final analysis, it's just lust, right?"
"Um...I like your eyes, your nose, your mouth, your hair, everything about you!" Song Jiamu corrected.
"...Although it doesn't sound that lustful, it's still lustful!"
"That's just for you."
"..."
Yun Shuqian thought about it for a while. For girls, if they only let someone be affectionate towards them, they must also like them.
"How good are we now?" Song Jiamu asked her.
"In view of your bad behavior of using me to block the rain, I will deduct points from you. Now we are only so good." She pinched a little bit of her finger and showed it to him.
"Only one-third! Hey, I'm carrying you, not using you to block the rain."
"That's right!"
"All right."
Song Jiamu rubbed his body, got closer to her, and asked softly:
"Then do you know that after turning twenty-two, the country will issue a certificate to the best person in the world?"
"..."
His eyes seemed to have warmth, which made her heart pause for a moment, and then it started running wildly like it couldn't stop.
Yun Shuqian still held Song Jiamu's hand, but her cheeks were covered with a pink blush, like cherry blossoms blooming brilliantly all over the mountain.
"I know... I don't even know!"
"Then do you know or don't you know?"
Song Jiamu was still thinking about her 'no idea', but she blushed with embarrassment and hid under the quilt and never came out again.