Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian made a satisfied sound together, sitting side by side on the sofa lazily.
There are three plates of food that have been cleared on the coffee table in front of you. It is now around seven o'clock in the evening, and the fan in the living room blows out a gentle breeze, which makes people feel peaceful and comfortable and enjoy themselves.
After a person is full, he doesn’t want to do anything else. He just wants to close his eyes and take a nap.
Yun Shuqian closed her eyes. She was at her home now. There was no one else except her and him. She boldly leaned her head on his shoulder. The soft sofa was better than sitting on the hard stone chair in the pavilion.
It feels much more comfortable.
Song Jiamu had already taken a simple bath at her house. He didn't smell bad at all. He didn't use shower gel. He just rinsed it with water, so the hormone-filled scent was completely his own.
The breath entered the girl's nasal cavity wantonly, and she felt it smelled particularly good.
"I've never been so full at home."
"I'm lying, my uncle's cooking is obviously much better than mine."
"But when I'm at your house, I have a particularly good appetite. If you don't believe me, just touch my belly."
Song Jiamu relaxed his stomach. Yun Shuqian leaned on his shoulder and stretched out her little hand to touch his stomach.
Hee, how could he have such a satisfied belly? Sure enough, he was filled to the brim by her.
It's normal for a girl to touch a boy's belly. She moved her hand up and placed it on his heart.
When his hand was here, Yun Shuqian could feel his heartbeat.
The blows are very powerful, and his chest muscles feel very good.
She likes to feel his heartbeat, which gives her a strong sense of reality.
When I was a child, I watched a lot of TV dramas. At that time, the two of them would often do some imitations, such as feeling each other's pulse, or putting their ears on each other's chest to listen to the heartbeat. There was actually no difference between the two at that time. Of course, if we only talk about the chest now, there is no difference.
Very big.
Song Jiamu gently pressed his little hand on his heart, letting her feel his heartbeat more carefully.
"How do you feel now?"
"...The heart is beating!"
"I'm still alive, so of course I can jump. Has it gotten faster?"
"……Um."
Yun Shuqian closed her eyes, so in addition to his heartbeat, she could also hear his breathing.
Song Jiamu gently took away her hand that was touching his heart, put it in his arms, touched the back of her hand, squeezed her palm, kneaded her fingers, and then drilled his fingers from behind her hand.
Entering between her fingers, the feeling of connecting from the back is actually different from the front.
Over the past few days, her hands have become very soft under his wrap. At first, when their hands came into contact, her hands would become stiff due to nervousness, but now they don't.
Of course, the mood is still a little nervous, which will make her heart beat faster, maintaining a pleasant and enjoyable frequency.
When she opened her eyes to see him playing with her hand, she still felt shy, but she felt much better when she closed her eyes.
Letting the ambiguity intertwine in her mind, her eyelids trembled - because Song Jiamu raised her hand and put his warm lips on the back of her hand.
Yun Shuqian hummed quietly without saying anything, but continued to close her eyes and enjoy the tenderness of this moment.
After all, if you just kiss with your own hands, you won't have a child. If you kiss someone else, it may be dangerous.
The main reason is that the ambiguous feeling of having a full meal together on the sofa is too comfortable and exciting, otherwise the reserved girl would not casually agree to let him do it.
Well, maybe it was because Song Jiamu's hand was too loud. Even with her eyes closed, Yun Shuqian was so embarrassed that she left his shoulder, withdrew her little hand and patted him twice in embarrassment.
.
"It's all drool! I won't kiss you anymore!"
"..."
Song Jiamu looked apologetic. He took a pillow and placed it in his arms.
Seeing him behaving like this again, Yun Shuqian couldn't sit still, moved away slowly, and refused to be next to him anymore. She got up and put away the plates, dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen.
After a while, Song Jiamu also came to the kitchen and took the dinner plate and bowls and chopsticks from her hand.
"I wash, I wash. My hands are rough, so don't ruin your hands."
Under the faucet, Song Jiamu washed her little hands, which were white, tender, thin and soft.
"Humph, gangster."
Yun Shuqian flicked her fingers, and the water drops on her fingers flicked onto his face. He also flicked the water drops on his hand onto her face. The two of them laughed and played with the water drops for a while.
But his palm was big, and there were a lot of water droplets popping out. Soon Yun Shuqian couldn't resist it anymore, and ran outside screaming and covering his face.
Looking at his back washing the dishes, Yun Shuqian would occasionally fantasize. Fortunately, she and he didn't live in ancient times. Otherwise, they would have been dragged together long ago, hiding from others like this without being ashamed.
Have you gone to soak the pig cage?
When Song Jiamu heard the footsteps and turned around, Yun Shuqian didn't know where he ran.
When she came back, she had a SLR in her hand and was holding it at the door to film him washing the dishes.
"Song Zhutou, you're done. I'm going to take this video and send it to my aunt to expose your lie that you said you were eating at school and then secretly came to my house to eat!"
"……you dare?"
Song Jiamu turned around, and she threatened again as if she was holding a gun: "Don't move! Wash the dishes!"
"Wash it clean..."
"Wipe the water off the kitchen counter with a rag."
"wipe it up……"
"Call me sister."
"..."
"Scream!"
"Sister, don't make trouble."
"Do you still dare to flick water on my sister's face?"
"I don't dare anymore..."
"laugh."
Yun Shuqian was satisfied and saved the video. Not to mention, when Song Jiamu called her sister, the feeling was strange. Maybe the next time he played with his hands, let him call her sister.
It had been a long time since I had played with a SLR. Yun Shuqian held up the SLR and pointed the camera at Song Jiamu wantonly, tapping his left hand and tapping again and again. He called it to find the feeling of the lens for the micro-film shooting.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "At ten o'clock, I will go to your house again and let's see how the set of the first scene is arranged." Yun Shuqian said.
"Is that what happened in my room, getting up listlessly and sleeping lifelessly?"
"right."
"Okay, then I'll go back first."
Song Jiamu returned, and the lively house suddenly became quiet.
He was gone, and there was nothing to take pictures with the SLR. Yun Shuqian went back to the room to code, finished coding for today, and then took a shower.
It was a pity that he was not here to blow dry her hair tonight. Yun Shuqian felt that her hair was not as good as his.
At ten o'clock in the evening, a girl in pajamas and shorts ran to his house with a SLR and a tripod.
The person who opened the door for her was Li Yuan. Since last month, Song Jiamu went to her house every night since Nian Nian's surname was Yun, and she never came to his house again at night.
Li Yuan was quite curious when she saw the camera in her hand.
"Auntie, our club is going to make a short film recently. Song Jiamu is the protagonist, and the scene will be shot in his room. I'm here to get the material!"
"Micro movie! Are you and Jiamu the protagonists?"
"...Hmm, because we can't find any other actors, he will be the male lead and I will be the female lead."
"That's great. It feels very fresh. What kind of short film did you make?"
"It's just an inspirational film! It's an entry for the school art festival. It tells the story of the protagonist starting to work hard."
"Did you start filming so late?"
"Hmm, because the first scene involves going to bed late at night, and then getting up early tomorrow morning. Regarding the male protagonist's state, we have to film the male protagonist's change from decadence to progress."
"Oh, I understand."
Li Yuan is worthy of being a Chinese teacher. She immediately understood that it was so late and there must be a sex scene. No wonder Song Jiamu took a shower so early today.
She brought the grapes on the plate to Yun Shuqian.
"Jiamu is in the room, you can take pictures, Auntie won't disturb you."
"Auntie, we will keep our voices down so we won't disturb you and uncle."
"it's okay no problem."
Yun Shuqian came to Song Jiamu's door with the plate of grapes. His door was closed. She knocked and opened it. It turned out that he had turned on the air conditioner, so it became necessary to close the door.
After walking into his room, Yun Shuqian gently closed the door.
Song Jiamu was still typing, so she was not in a hurry to disturb him. She sat cross-legged on his bed and ran into her arms. She pinched the grapes and ate them one by one, while taking a closer look at his room.
environment, thinking about whether there is anything that needs special arrangement.
These scenes in the room are all Song Jiamu's own emotional interpretations, and they pay great attention to details.
Song Jiamu finished coding and climbed onto the bed next to Yun Shuqian. The two of them went through all the scenes while eating grapes.
"It feels bad to take pictures..." Yun Shuqian opened her mouth, and Song Jiamu pinched a grape and put it into her mouth.
"I have experience." Song Jiamu opened his mouth. He opened his mouth for a long time before Yun Shuqian reacted and pinched a grape and stuffed it into his mouth. But the gangster didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. When he closed his mouth,
He also took her delicate fingers into his mouth.
Then she slapped her legs twice.
"Do you have experience?"
"Yes, changes and all, it's tailor-made! Look, just to be with you, I have become so radiant!"
"...You don't have to say such shameless words."
"Is it the phrase 'I'm doing it for your own good'?"
"It's 'now become radiant'!"
Yun Shuqian climbed down from the bed, fiddled with the tripod, and adjusted the lens position of the camera.
Song Jiamu sat on the bed, holding the bed with his hands and looking at her.
The mattress that my left hand was pressing was warm. This was the spot where the girl in cute shorts had just sat.
Song Jiamu instantly understood the meaning of a bed-warming girl. In the middle of winter, stuffing a little girl like this under the quilt would make it much warmer.
"Feel free to try it on first."
The camera was adjusted, and she looked at the surveillance screen, which showed Song Jiamu sitting on the bed.
"How to try?"
"You can feel free to express yourself. Let's get a feel for it first."
Song Jiamu coughed twice and sat cross-legged facing the camera with soft eyes and a faint smile on his lips.
He was obviously looking at the camera, but Yun Shuqian always felt as if he was looking at her. She looked at the monitor seriously. This guy had quite a camera sense, and his expressions were very natural.
"My name is Song Jiamu."
"..."
"Yun Shuqian and I are the best in the world."
"..."
"I like her the most. I want to marry her as my wife."
"...?"
Although he was looking at the monitor, when he said these tacit words to the camera, Yun Shuqian still blushed instantly.
"Auntie is outside! You, what are you talking about again! I deleted it, please be serious!"
"...really deleted?"
"deleted!"
The witty girl quickly saved the video.
Only a fool would delete it, either keep it for himself or send it to his wife to read!
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(I’ll update a big chapter tonight, I’ll have it tonight)