Chapter 162 You are Song Zhutous favorite Yun Zhu Po
Seeing that there was only one quilt on the bed, the reserved girl still couldn't sit still.
"No! I have to go home and sleep!"
"Hey!"
Song Jiamu quickly grabbed her and lowered his voice: "I have already closed the door. If you still go out now, what will you do if my dad and the others hear you?"
"You, your bed only has one quilt! I don't want to cover you with the same quilt!"
Yun Shuqian blushed and said, she could almost imagine the consequences of two people covering the same quilt. Of course, it was none of her business. "Yun Shuqian after falling asleep" would definitely pester him.
On her body, if she hadn't been protected by the quilt at this time, wouldn't she have been stabbed in the back by 'Yun Shuqian after sleeping'?!
In the days after returning from the hotel, Yun Shuqian often misses the sense of solidity and warmth of sleeping with him, but at least two quilts are needed. If it's one quilt, she can't guarantee that Song Jiamu can control it.
Come on, after all, this guy has made a fool of himself in front of her several times.
"I have a quilt. Just wait and I'll give it to you."
"...Then why didn't you say anything just now? You just wanted to cover yourself with the same quilt as me, right?"
"Yes."
"Go to hell! Get some face, pig head!"
Yun Shuqian threw the pillow over angrily, and Song Jiamu caught it easily.
Unlike these two, the most excited person in the room is the kitten. It jumps from the table to the bed every year, so tonight they are finally sleeping together!
"Fortunately, Nian Nian can't speak, otherwise if Nian Nian snitches, you'll be finished, huh."
Yun Shuqian held the kitten in her arms and said, "Niannian, mommy will sleep with you tonight."
"Meow wow wow."
"Here, quilt, you cover me with that one, and I'll cover this one."
"No, I want to put on a new quilt."
"It's up to you to choose. The new quilt has been in the cabinet for a long time and has a bit of a smell. Just let it dry and it will be fine."
After hearing what he said, Yun Shuqian smelled the new quilt, and it turned out that it didn't smell as pleasant as the one he was covering now.
Quilts also have a process of taming. As long as they are not broken, the new quilt is not as comfortable as the old quilt to a large extent. Yun Shuqian has been covering herself with that quilt for many years.
"There are also pillows, which one do you want?" Song Jiamu took out another pillow.
Yun Shuqian didn't say anything, and moved the pillows and quilts he was currently using to the wall. The meaning was obvious: I want to use your pillows and quilts, and then I will sleep on the side against the wall tonight.
Song Jiamu's bed is larger than the bed in the hotel's double room. His bed is 1.8 meters wide, so two people can sleep as much as they want, and it's leaning against the wall, so they don't have to worry about rolling off.
Girls always like corners and corners like this, which makes them feel more secure.
Looking at the two quilts and pillows on the bed, Yun Shuqian knew that she would indeed sleep with him in his room tonight.
After nearly ten years, the two have experienced emotional intimacy, a cold war, and now they are sleeping together again.
But the feeling is completely different from when he was a child. After all, he slept with him tonight hiding from his uncle and aunt, and the two of them are not at the age where they didn't understand anything at that time.
Song Jiamu turned off the computer, went to the bathroom to pee, washed his face and mouth, and then washed his feet.
Yun Shuqian sat on the bed and looked at him. The quilt was pulled up to cover her legs in shorts. Occasionally, her ears would prick up, wanting to hear what was going on outside the room. Fortunately, the soundproofing of his room was very good, as long as it wasn't
Even if you talk very loudly, you can't hear the movement outside, and you can't hear the movement inside from the outside.
Song Jiamu came out of the bathroom. It was good to have an independent bathroom in the room, which was convenient and highly private.
He sat on the edge of the bed and took out a towel to wipe his feet. With his back to Yun Shuqian, he crossed his hands and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, and then lifted it up, revealing the upper body of his strong, beautiful and streamlined wheat-colored skin.
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Yun Shuqian looked at it with wide eyes and said angrily: "Why are you taking off your clothes again! Are you ashamed?"
"...Isn't it like this in hotels before? It's also like this in videos."
"no the same!"
Of course it's different. Now I'm staying alone in his room late at night, and he takes off his shirt, which scares the reserved girl, okay?
"If I get under the quilt, you won't be able to see me."
Song Jiamu suddenly lifted the quilt.
Yun Shuqian was startled and quickly covered her quilt. Only then did she realize that they were not covered with the same quilt.
Song Jiamu was already lying down next to her. He pulled the quilt to his chest, stretched out his hands to hold the quilt under his armpits, adjusted the position of the pillow, and blinked at her.
"You're not sleeping yet, it's almost one o'clock."
"oh……"
Yun Shuqian, who blushed prettyly, lay down gently and got into bed.
She was lying on her back, her two little hands clinging to the edge of the quilt obediently, only a few cute fingers showing, her big eyes staring at the ceiling without blinking, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Then I turn off the lights?"
"Um……"
"Every year, turn off the lights."
"Meow~"
The kitten jumped lightly from his pillow, jumped onto the bedside table, stretched out its little paws and turned off the light with a snap.
"..."
"..."
In the darkness, the only sound left was the sound of the kitten stepping lightly on the quilt and walking over the two of them. When she stepped on Yun Shuqian, her body tensed up. She thought it was Song Jiamu who finally couldn't control the sex demon and touched her with her hand.
Here we come.
"Nian Nian, turn on the lights." Yun Shuqian said to the big, shining eyes in the dark room.
"Meow?"
"What's wrong?" Song Jiamu's voice sounded next to him.
"I, I need to pee." Yun Shuqian said shyly.
It was only when she was alone with Song Jiamu that she was so careless about the image and said she needed to pee instead of going to the bathroom. Even when she was with Yuan Caiyi, she still said she wanted to go to the bathroom.
"Nian Nian, turn on the lights." Song Jiamu said.
"Meow."
The kitten was impatient. What was going on? He turned on the light as soon as he turned it off, but he still jumped on the bedside table and turned on the light with a snap.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yun Shuqian then stood up carefully. Because there was a wall next to her, she had to crawl over Song Jiamu's body. This process felt inexplicably shameful.
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After crawling to the bed, she found her slippers at the end of the bed, so she had to put on his slippers first.
Her feet were so small, so white and shiny, so pretty and cute. She was wearing Song Jiamu's slippers, which were at least several sizes too big and baggy.
Song Jiamu looked at her. She got up, put on the slippers that didn't fit her feet at all, and walked into the bathroom. When she lay on the bed and looked at her from behind, the girl's well-proportioned legs under her shorts were breathtakingly beautiful.
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"No eavesdropping!" As she closed the door, she said fiercely to Song Jiamu, who was looking over at the bed.
"..." Song Jiamu opened the quilt and hid inside it.
Then she closed the door.
Song Jiamu opened the quilt and heard the charming voice. His Adam's apple rolled, but he still lifted the quilt and covered his head.
After a while, she opened the bathroom door.
"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu." She called him in a low voice.
"What's wrong?"
"Do you still have a toothbrush? I want to brush my teeth."
"I still have the disposable toothbrush I brought back from the hotel last time. It's so late, so I might as well forget it."
"No! I didn't brush my teeth and they feel stinky!"
No girl will tolerate a bad smell on her body being smelled by a boy.
Occasionally when she was too sleepy, Yun Shuqian didn't feel anything bad if she didn't brush her teeth before going to bed, but when she slept with him, she felt that she had to brush her teeth.
"...Sir President, you don't have the adolescent syndrome of 'having to make a scene before going to bed'."
Song Jiamu was also speechless. When he was washing up just now, she didn't say anything. Now that he was about to fall asleep, she started talking about washing up.
"Hurry up and find your toothbrush."
Song Jiamu had no choice but to stand up, take out the disposable toothbrush he brought back last time from the utility drawer and hand it to her.
The name of the hotel where he stayed last time was printed on the wrapping paper. Seeing this familiar object, Yun Shuqian felt as if he was not at home but on a trip, but his nervousness was relieved a lot.
I use Song Jiamu's toothpaste. I haven't used this ordinary toothbrush for a long time. Yun Shuqian looked in the mirror in front of the sink, brushed his teeth carefully, rinsed his mouth, and then washed his face.
"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu?"
"Um?"
"Are there any towels?"
"You can just use mine. I just washed the towel with shower gel. It smells very good."
"Don't use yours!"
"Then you can figure it out yourself."
After hesitating for a short while, Yun Shuqian picked up his towel, held it with both hands and gently applied it to his face to absorb the moisture.
Not to mention, his towel really smelled good, and the feeling of putting the towel on her face was as if she and him were touching each other, which made her feel ashamed.
She turned on the shower head and washed her feet, then came out of the bathroom wearing his big slippers.
"What did you just wipe your feet with?"
"Towel."
"...You, you wipe your feet with a face towel?!" Yun Shuqian felt completely bad.
"No, that dry towel at the end of the bed."
Yun Shuqian breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that he didn't ask, she took the initiative and said, "I just wiped my face with a tissue, not your towel."
"oh."
"..."
Seeing his lackluster response, the girl became a little annoyed and asked, "Then can I use your towel to wipe my feet?"
"Use it." Song Jiamu thought she meant the towel he used to wipe his feet.
But Yun Shuqian took the towel he used to wipe his face and wiped off the crystal water drops on his little feet.
"...Wait a minute, you used the towel I used to wash my face to wipe my feet?!"
"You said it yourself."
"...Forget it, just put it back."
Yun Shuqian was quite surprised. Was Song Jiamu so generous? He was willing to give her a face towel to wipe her feet without getting angry?
"It's time to go to sleep. It's already one o'clock. I won't be filming any more early tomorrow morning."
"If you hadn't let me go home like this, I would have fallen asleep long ago."
"Hey, who can't sleep all day long and wants to videotape me?"
"Um?"
"I'm sorry, it's me." Song Jiamu said quickly.
"snort."
Yun Shuqian climbed onto his bed and climbed over him. Whether intentionally or not, she even stepped on him when she climbed over him.
Song Jiamu said "oh" and curled up, lying on his side facing the wall.
He opened his eyes and watched the delicate but cute girl lift the quilt and lie down next to him, with a smile on his lips and sweet satisfaction in his heart.
"You, why are you looking at me?" Yun Shuqian felt a little uncomfortable when he saw her, and her heart beat faster again.
"I feel very happy. We slept together again."
"If uncle and aunt see you, let's see if you are still happy."
Song Jiamu didn't know whether he was happy or not, but he had an inexplicable feeling that his parents would be very happy.
"This is part of filming."
"Who is filming a sex scene with you?"
"I didn't say the sex scene, I just said it's part of filming. In order to have better filming tomorrow morning and tonight, it's normal to sleep together."
"I'm just talking nonsense and I won't talk to you."
Yun Shuqian pulled the quilt to cover half of her small face. Her hair was naturally scattered on his pillow, and the quilt covering her was full of his scent, which smelled very good.
She turned around, facing the wall, her back to him, and stopped talking to him.
"Every year, turn off the lights." Song Jiamu said.
Year after year I ignored him and Year Year has fallen asleep. Although the cat’s ears are very sensitive, Year Year has turned off the light once today, so it cannot be turned off a second time. The kitten has worked very hard today, kitten.
Sleepy.
Well, Nian Nian looked more and more like a cat, so Song Jiamu had no choice but to turn off the lights himself and light up Nian Nian's head, pretending to be asleep.
"I knew you were pretending to sleep."
"I didn't pretend to sleep."
"...I'm talking to Nian Nian."
"...I, I talk to the wall."
After turning off the lights, the room became dark. Occasionally, the wind from the air conditioner would gently move the curtains, and then the bright white moonlight would shine in through the gaps.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Compared with the bathroom lights in hotels, after all the light sources in the room are turned off, the vision will be completely dark. After a long time, the eyes adapt to the darkness.
Only then could he vaguely see the outlines of the people around him.
Starting from the wall, the sleeping clouds are sparse, Song Jiamu is sleeping, and every year.
He falls asleep first every year, snoring loudly.
Yun Shuqian turned around gently, lying on her side facing Song Jiamu, and Song Jiamu also lay on his side facing her.
In the quiet room, the gaps between each other are filled with quilts, which are tight and solid. The quilts are soft and comfortable. It is a very happy and comfortable thing to cover yourself with a quilt with the air conditioner turned on in the summer.
In the darkness, the girl blinked her big eyes twice. She couldn't see Song Jiamu clearly, but she could hear his breathing.
She would watch videos every night when she went to sleep. She was lying on the bed and he was lying on the screen. But when she slept on this bed with him tonight, Yun Shuqian felt as if she had time-traveled into the video.
That's right, it's the feeling of being transported into the screen. It's amazing, as if the world that was originally untouchable suddenly becomes within reach.
"So what you just said, if another girl takes the photo, is it normal for you to sleep with her?"
"..."
Song Jiamu knew that she wasn't asleep yet, and neither was he, but he was about to fall asleep. She always came to talk to him when he was about to fall asleep. Wasn't this the cloud bug in his stomach?
"I only sleep with you. If it wasn't you, I wouldn't be filming this scene."
"Well, let me think about how true your words are."
"One hundred percent."
Yun Shuqian thought about it. Although Song Jiamu was lustful and perverted, he did not treat other girls like this.
"Can I hold your hand while I sleep?"
"My hands are in the quilt."
"Then take your hands out of the quilt."
"No, you'll catch a cold if the air conditioner is blowing."
"Then let's hold hands under the quilt."
"..."
Yun Shuqian said nothing.
So he quietly stretched out his hand from his quilt, slipped in through the gap in her quilt, and soon touched the delicate warmth.
Song Jiamu stopped, fearing that she would hit other parts that would be beaten, but fortunately it was only her arms.
Yun Shuqian's body tensed up and she pushed his hand away with her palm.
Song Jiamu put his hand in the gap between the quilts between the two of them. He moved the quilt and covered it with his hand.
After a while, Yun Shuqian's quilt moved, and her little hand came out from the edge of the quilt. At the junction of the two quilts, she touched his hand.
His hands are down, palms up.
So where the two quilts overlapped, the girl's hand gently pressed on his arm, and her little hand slid up until it got into his palm, and was gently held by him.
The warm feeling starts from the connected palms of the two people and is transmitted to the restless hearts.
The dark room was filled with an alluring warmth and heartbeat that was invisible to others.
"Song Pig Head."
"Um?"
"You, do you really like me?"
Her voice became softer. In the dark, she could blush as much as she wanted without worrying about being seen by others. When she asked this question, her heartbeat was so fast that it was about to jump out of her throat.
"Although I don't want to admit it, I can't help it. Song Zhutou really likes Yun Zhupo."
"I'm not a pig woman."
"You are. You are Song Zhutou's favorite Yun Zhu Po."
"I won't talk to you anymore."
The girl seemed to have fallen into a jar of honey mixed with wine, giggling and burying her face in the quilt.