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Seeing that she relaxed her fingers, Song Jiamu slid his fingers in along her fingers. She clenched her little hand again, and Song Jiamu also clenched, and their fingers intertwined intimately.
Yun Shuqian looked at the reflection on the glass. The glass was as clean as a mirror.
For the first time, she saw the two people's fingers intertwined from a third party's perspective.
There is a doting height difference, he is carrying two big schoolbags, and she is wearing a cute and youthful short skirt. The two are very close to each other, with their hands intertwined, waiting for the subway like the most common couple.
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Sure enough, Song Jiamu said it right. Even if it is the same thing, if two people are together, the feeling will be completely different.
When she was riding the subway alone, she would also envy the lovers holding hands in front of her, and now, she was also being held by someone.
Changes always happen unconsciously. When she suddenly thought back, she realized that in the past five days, her relationship with Song Jiamu seemed to have reached a new level.
Yun Shuqian took out her mobile phone and took a photo of it facing the glass.
"The trip is over, go home!"
The moment the photo was frozen on the screen, the train entered the station, and the light and shadow on the glass were intertwined. She saw a lot of people passing by. This moment made her feel like she was traveling through a time tunnel in a time machine.
When she came to her senses, Song Jiamu had already led her to the car.
"Would you like to get into my arm? That way no one else can touch you."
"don't want."
"I really don't want it, there are so many people."
"It can't be like this. I'm not as good with you now. When we go back, we can't hold hands again."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Song Jiamu actually listened to her. He let go of his hand in a snap. Before Yun Shuqian could react, her little hand was still holding him tightly, but he just slipped away!
There was no one holding her poor little hand, and the sweat in her palms quickly evaporated in the air, bringing a slight chill to her palms. She suddenly felt that the crowd that had disappeared in the subway suddenly appeared in dense numbers, bringing with it a noisy atmosphere.
There were sounds and messy smells, and countless people crowded the small carriage, but she felt empty inside.
The girl's small mouth under the mask was pouted, and her big eyes looked at him resentfully. Song Jiamu was looking at his mobile phone.
When the train started, the crowd pushed back one by one, and she got into Song Jiamu's arm. Let me declare in advance that this was not intentional.
"Stand firm. You have to stand sideways with your feet spread wide. You will definitely not be stable if you stand forward or backward."
Song Jiamu was not holding anything, he stood firmly, and when she rushed over, he wrapped his arms around her so that no one else could squeeze her.
"oh."
Yun Shuqian said softly, but she didn't get out of his arms anymore, and just stood obediently in his arms.
She suddenly hated her backpack. He was carrying her big backpack on his chest, and there was this big backpack between them.
Why can't Song Jiamu follow others' example and put the backpack on top of his head?
"Is it heavy for you to carry two bags? Why don't you give me my backpack..."
"No, that's fine."
"..."
The backpack in the middle was really annoying, so she stood on his left side, her skirt swaying slightly with the car.
There was no support pole around her, so she reached out and pinched the corner of his clothes.
As the train drove by, Yun Shuqian missed Song Jiamu's hand. If he took the initiative to hold her like he did when he got on the train, she would definitely agree reluctantly. After all, there were so many people in the car, and he was afraid that she would get lost.
Ah, of course, she would definitely not take the initiative to ask for it, otherwise he would think that she is a girl who can hold hands casually.
Seeing that Song Jiamu didn't respond, she had to be bolder and grabbed his arm with her little hand.
His arms are so thick!
Her hands are so small that she can't hold it with one hand!
I had to start from his elbow and move towards the direction of his palm little by little.
When it reached his wrist, she could barely grasp it.
Yun Shuqian secretly looked up at Song Jiamu, who was concentrating on the scenery outside the car window - the dark tunnel.
So she moved her hand down again, and her soft fingertips touched his palm.
As if a switch was turned on, his half-clasped palms naturally opened.
She slipped her hand in and inserted her fingers into his. There was also a switch here, and he closed his open palm, holding her hand tightly and interlocking with her fingers.
This was the first time she took the initiative to hold Song Jiamu's hand.
Feeling that she didn't have a good experience this time, she coyly pulled out her little hand from his palm, then started from his wrist again, and moved closer to his palm bit by bit until he held her tightly again.
she.
whee.
This process made her feel wonderful fun, reminding her of the strange games of insulting each other she played with him when she was a child.
The girl took her hand out again and continued to experience the feeling of her taking the initiative to hold his hand and him grabbing it.
The boring subway journey became interesting and she had a great time.
Until the ninth time, she inserted her fingers into his fingers, but Song Jiamu's five fingers were open in a daze, as if the switch was broken and refused to close again.
Yun Shuqian became anxious and stretched out her other hand, closing his fingers one by one like he did last time, letting him hold her hand.
But just as her other hand left, his palm opened again.
It's over, it can't be closed, was Song Zhutou damaged by her playing with it?
"Want it?" he asked.
Yun Shuqian lowered his head and said nothing, but his heartbeat kept accelerating and his little ears were also turning red...
"Do you want it?" he asked again.
The girl kept her mouth tightly closed, but her throat had its own thoughts, and she let out a soft 'um'
Then her hand was finally held, and the fingers were intertwined, as if they were attracted by a magnet, and they would never be separated again.
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