It feels so good for two people to go on a trip together and then come back together holding hands.
Yun Shuqian was sitting by the window of the high-speed train, looking up at Song Jiamu taking off two backpacks from his shoulders, lifting them up and placing them on the luggage rack.
In this way, he quietly filled the vacancies in her heart, those things she liked, those she expected, those trivial details she enjoyed. The relationship between the two became closer day by day, leaving her in her memory.
Those wonderful memories are presented again in different ways.
When Song Jiamu, the club's new recruit, told her that he wanted to reconcile with her, Yun Shuqian thought that he would just talk casually like the previous times, or that even if he reconciled, he would just repeat the same process as when he was a child.
But now it seems that is not the case, not at all.
She was sure that the feeling between the two of them holding hands now was completely different from when they were children.
This is not a reconciliation, but another sense of wanting to be the best in the world with her. This kind of kindness is full of meaning that makes the girl's heart beat.
Whether it was holding hands, running in the rainy night, sleeping together, or eating the same ice cream, it was obviously the same thing, but she gained two different kinds of happiness.
Two joys! She must be a girl favored by God!
Looking at Song Jiamu who was helping her put her bag and holding her water bottle to help her line up to get hot water, Yun Shuqian felt that the yearning she had nurtured in her twenty years of life had a clearly visible image for the first time.
It was the little boy in my memory, but the taller boy he grew up to be.
Yun Shuqian has been to many places, including Tokyo to watch fireworks and Australia to see wombats, but this five-day trip to Suzhou and Hangzhou with Song Jiamu was her most important trip in the past twenty years.
Traveling made her feel like a young girl who had just entered her youth, experiencing that alluring, disconnected and sweet mood.
She huddled warmly in the corner by the window, feeling her tender heartbeat beating again and again.
Hmm~ It’s the smell of youth!
"What are you doing silly fun again?"
Song Jiamu came back with her kettle, put the kettle on her small table, opened the lid and put it aside. A faint vapor floated from the mouth of the bottle, rising gently, and then the naughty girl looked at her cheeks.
Blow it with a "huh~" sound, and the water vapor will be blown into the air, mixed with the faint smell of jasmine.
"Happiness is happiness. What do you mean by silly music?"
As she said this, she held the kettle in her hand, and then said, "Oh, it's so hot." She quickly let go of her hand, seemingly stupidly.
Song Jiamu looked at her with a smile and said nothing, but the meaning in his eyes was unclear - look, isn't this stupid?
"Is it burnt?"
"No."
"Let me see."
Song Jiamu naturally took her hand. The girl's hand was soft and small, and the palm was pink and greasy, which was really fun to touch.
Yun Shuqian withdrew her hand. He made her palms itch and she stopped letting him play.
Holding hands is different from playing with hands. When playing with hands, she always feels ashamed. Now it's not a game of mutual insult, so she doesn't want to give him her hands to play with.
When the train started and accelerated, the water vapor rising from the mouth of the bottle began to float backwards, and the water surface also tilted slightly. When the train reached a constant speed, the water surface returned to the horizontal line, and the rising water vapor also moved straight up.
Yun Shuqian opened the curtains, and the sunlight outside the window shone in and fell on the small table in front of her. The jasmine petals in the water bottle were floating in the water. The sunlight passed through it, forming small floating shadows on the table.
Such a pleasant journey home makes people feel sleepy.
"Would you like to sleep on my shoulder?" Song Jiamu said generously.
"don't want."
"Come on, come on, it's free."
"..."
When he said this, Yun Shuqian felt a little moved. After all, he even touched his hand, so sleeping on his shoulder didn't seem like a big deal.
"Then, then you can't suddenly move out of the way and let me fall."
"...Please don't bring your mischievous thoughts to me."
"You're also not allowed to tell others about me sleeping on your shoulder."
"I know, I know."
Song Jiamu could understand her little thoughts. After all, for him and her, they had known each other since they were children and had lived across the street from each other and grew up together. For both parents, they didn't seem to have any little secrets.
So since they were young, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian have been keen on hiding from their parents and keeping each other's little secrets, such as hiding in the closet to whisper, hiding under the quilt to hold hands, and secretly kissing before their parents come back.
Every time they have such a little secret, the two of them become a little more excited. Even when their relationship is at its worst, even "the relationship has gotten worse" is tacitly regarded as each other's little secret.
Not to mention such ambiguity, it makes the two of them feel like cousins secretly holding hands and touching each other while hiding from their parents. The more ambiguous it is, the more exciting it is, and the more exciting it is, the more exciting it becomes...
Eh? How could I have such a strange thought!! - The two of them thought at the same time.
Anyway, there was still more than an hour before returning to Sunan, so Yun Shuqian felt relieved.
She moved her little buttocks, her body was next to Song Jiamu, her head rested on his shoulder, and she stopped until she reached the most suitable angle and position.
Even though she was very comfortable and enjoying herself, she still wrinkled her little nose and hummed in a low voice: "Song Zhutou, you really stink!"
"Nonsense, I smell very good."
"That's because I smell good, so I rub you so good."
Seeing what she said, Song Jiamu said maliciously: "What should I do if my mother smells your fragrance on me after I go back?"
Yun Shuqian immediately sat upright on the ground.
"No, not anymore."
"...I'm just kidding, my mother's nose is not that good. She should be able to smell it every year, but she won't tell the truth every year."
Yun Shuqian opened his collar and took a look. The small teeth marks she had bitten yesterday were still clearly visible. She didn't mean to bite so hard, but she couldn't help it when she got emotional. She didn't know.
When will these little purple tooth marks disappear?
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"Then you have to ask yourself."
"You have to hide it anyway. If Auntie sees it, I, I won't admit that it was me who bit me. Just say that you fell and knocked yourself."
"..."
Song Jiamu was speechless and choked for a moment.
He pulled up the collar. Yun Shuqian, who had just sat up straight, gradually became soft again. Maybe she felt the comfort of leaning on his shoulder. I don't know how she convinced herself. Anyway, Song Jiamu didn't move.
, she herself leaned forward gently and quietly.
Where the two people's bodies were in contact, bursts of heat came from the place. The girl's slightly reserved breasts did not let Song Jiamu's arms take advantage, which made her very proud.
She gently sniffed the scent of his body, which was warm and had a faint scent of licorice, as if the sun could always stay on him.
His side face also looked very comfortable, his cheeks were clean, not greasy, and there were no pimples, which always made her want to rub it with her face like a little kitten.
It's a pity that the girl is not a cat, and she can't rub her face against him like this. The journey home was pleasant, and after she closed her eyes, she didn't want to open them again.
But soon, she realized that Song Jiamu's statement of "giving her a shoulder to lean on for free" was a lie.
Because he secretly held her hand, held it in his arms, and gently touched her hand with his thick palm - this was the reward she needed to pay.
After weighing the pros and cons, Yun Shuqian relaxed her hands and let him touch her. After all, his movements were gentle and actually very comfortable. With her eyes closed, her thoughts could wander endlessly.
Song Jiamu concentrated on touching his hands.
Her hands were soft, white, and tender, and felt great when he rubbed them. Every time he held her hand, he felt that she was an adorable little baby. Her nails were bright and neatly trimmed.
, I guess it was just repaired before departure, and now there is only a lovely white color coming out at the end.
Song Jiamu liked to pinch her fingers very much, because her fingers were tender and soft, like pinching small beans.
The girl was petite, but her little hands and feet felt slightly plump to the touch, and her skin was so tender that even the lines on her knuckles were very light. Song Jiamu felt that she had become a hand control again.
Occasionally, when he pinched her a little itchy, the girl would clench her fists in dissatisfaction. Song Jiamu had to regain control of her strength, open her little fists, and continue to feel it.
She was resting her head on his shoulder, and when he lowered his head, he could smell the fragrance of her hair. The girl's slightly sweet breath blew on his neck in waves.
His heartbeat began to beat very fast, and his Adam's apple rolled more and more frequently.
Song Jiamu held her hand and stopped moving. He secretly bent his knees and raised his feet. His eyes finally moved away from the white thighs that were tightly pressed together under Yun Shuqian's short skirt.
He looked out the window at the clear blue sky, green fields, winding rivers, lush mountains...and the delicate collarbones under the girl's collar, her even and sweet breathing...don't think about this anymore, okay?
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Song Jiamu let go of her hand, took out his cell phone and began to memorize the words silently.
Yun Shuqian, who was sleeping, didn't want her originally warm little hands to get cold. She moved closer to Song Jiamu and put her arms around him. Her palms landed dangerously under his lower abdomen.
Song Jiamu's whole body immediately tensed up. She grunted dissatisfied and hugged him tighter. He had no choice but to gradually relax again. He grabbed her little hand and put it on his soft belly for her to touch. Only then was she satisfied.
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When Yun Shuqian woke up, what he saw was Song Jiamu who looked like Liu Xiahui, with struggle written all over his face, and he actually bent over and memorized words.
However, her own posture was extremely inelegant. After she fell asleep, she forgot that she was still on the train and thought she was back home, leaning on the sofa and taking a nap with the bear in her arms.
Quickly pretending that nothing happened, Yun Shu stood up from him in a numb motion, and tugged at the hem of his clothes that had slipped slightly due to his indecent sleeping posture.
She sat in her seat, her face flushed, feeling ashamed and uneasy inside.
I'm so lazy, Yun Shuqian.
Even Song Zhutou is memorizing vocabulary, but you are indulging in male sex, you can't do this anymore!!
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