A faint light filtered through the curtains, dispersing the darkness of the room. Song Jiamu had already woken up. He was lying on his side, but his eyes were very energetic. He recalled what happened last night.
Yun Shuqian kissed him forcefully, and it actually happened.
He held her to sleep, and this actually happened.
He ruined her... it didn't happen.
But it happened in a dream.
As a result, even though Song Jiamu went to bed late, he still woke up early this morning and was full of energy.
Many things are unpredictable, such as Yun Shuqian kissing him coldly and forcefully, for example, he was obviously sleeping with her in his arms, but when he woke up, it was her sleeping with him from behind, and the above mentioned
That dream, and the consequences of that dream.
He was so fucked up. It would have been fine if he was alone in his room, but it happened to be in her room, and she was still sleeping soundly with him in her arms.
"Meow?"
Nian Nian sniffed it curiously.
Damn it! Why did Song Jiamu hide a small fish under the quilt? This can't fool the clever little cat! It can smell it!
"Shh~!"
"Meow."
Song Jiamu didn't know how to explain to the little cat that he didn't hide the dried fish, and he also didn't know how to explain to Yun Shuqian why the little cat suspected that he had hidden the dried fish.
Fortunately, the girl didn't wake up, so there was no need to explain to her yet.
Yun Shuqian was wrapped around his back like an octopus. The air conditioner had been turned off, so he wouldn't catch a cold in such a bad sleeping position.
The two quilts each covered their waists. Her arms came around from behind to hug him, and the girl embedded herself in the gap between his back and the bed.
Song Jiamu tilted her back, feeling that she might be crushed, but the soft girl seemed to move and move, and easily slipped out of the squeeze. She seemed a little annoyed in her confusion.
, so she rubbed her forehead against his back, tightened her arms around him, and continued to sleep soundly.
Song Jiamu picked up his phone and looked at the time. It was already 6:40 in the morning.
It was a happy thing to hide from her parents and secretly come to her house to sleep with her, but Song Jiamu can no longer stay in bed, otherwise something unhappy will happen.
He gently took Yun Shuqian's arm away, making sure not to wake her up.
This action alone took him at least three minutes.
Song Jiamu got out of the quilt, gathered the quilt into a long strip, and let her continue to hold it.
Lowering his head and kissing her gently on the cheek, he took out a small note and wrote a message to her. The note was placed on his pillow.
After finally finishing all these tasks, Song Jiamu did not forget to pick up Nian Nian and the cat who stayed out all night and secretly left Yun Shuqian's house and returned to his own home.
He took out the key, opened the door carefully, put down the cat, and ran in through the crack in the door. He also squeezed in through the crack in the door, and then closed the door gently.
Fortunately, there was no horror story about seeing his mother squatting over him all night with a feather duster in the living room.
The living room was quiet in the early morning, with the door of my parents' room closed, and the light shining in from the balcony. Three silly little goldfish were swimming in the water, occasionally spitting bubbles. It was not even seven o'clock, and the house was already in a state of chaos.
It's bright.
Song Jiamu returned to the room, washed off his sticky underwear, and changed his clothes again.
Only then did he dare to make a sound naturally.
I drank a glass of water and gave two small dried fishes to the little cat who knew countless secrets as hush money.
What an amazing person, even in this situation, he still goes out for a run.
It is still the same seven-kilometer route that runs from the Landscape Bridge, the Old Pier, and finally to Linjianghu Scenic Area and back.
He was wearing a gray vest. The early summer sun had fully risen at seven o'clock. The sunlight shone on his slightly wheat-colored skin. It was estimated that by the time this summer passed, his skin would be completely dyed the way he wanted.
That wheat color is slowly dyed by the morning sun, which is different from the dark color after being exposed to the sun.
Song Jiamu insists on getting up early and running seven kilometers every day. Song Jiamu feels that this is the most meaningful persistence he has made to get along with Yun Shuqian.
Two months of morning jogging not only gave him a better physique, but also exercised his willpower and patience.
Except for poverty, nothing in this world can be obtained easily, and the same is true for love.
Thinking back to last night.
The bright white moonlight shone on the window sill. She leaned down and kissed him, her hair scattered on his face. It turned out that love, heartbeat, and lingering, these words that would be shy no matter how you say them, could actually be expressed through a simple kiss.
The truth is clear and straightforward, subtle yet gentle, so just right.
It was a pity that he couldn't wake up with her today, but Song Jiamu really thought about her for forty minutes, and finally bought her favorite bubble wontons, adding a lot of coriander.
Two servings of cilantro.
His portion also had coriander.
Song Jiamu loves to eat coriander and has been a loyal fan of coriander for 20 years.
…
When Yun Shuqian woke up, it was already half past seven.
Girls are not honest when sleeping, especially when they are about to wake up.
She grunted like a pig, rolled around in the quilt, rubbed against the quilt, sometimes lifted the quilt to cover her head, and sometimes pushed the quilt off quickly because her feet were exposed.
She rolled from the inside of the bed to the outside. At the edge of the bed, the memory of her body made her stop rolling, and then rolled from the outside to the inside again, until she was firmly pressed against the wall. She stretched out her little hands and groped around, pulling Song Jiamu's back.
The little bear I gave him to sleep with me grabbed it and hugged it tightly to my chest.
Um?
She sobered up a little.
Then she continued to roll from the inside to the outside of the wall. Her little hands were groping and had already touched the hanging space outside the bed.
Yun Shuqian suddenly sat up.
I quickly looked at the bed, except for two quilts and two pillows...
Where is the big Song Zhutou?!
I was a little confused when I slept, and occasionally I would do stupid things like wearing slippers and looking for slippers.
"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yun Shuqian sat on the bed, looking around for Song Jiamu, feeling inexplicably panicked inside.
Fortunately, Song Jiamu left a note for her, and she picked it up and read it.
[I went home to change clothes and go for a run to buy you breakfast. I even kissed you when I left]
Well, as expected, he was so sleepy that he almost forgot that the two of them couldn't stay in bed like this. Fortunately, he woke up early, otherwise something serious would have happened if he had gone to bed late.
Yun Shuqian lay straight back on the bed, holding his note in his hand and reading it again.
Seeing him kiss her when he said he was leaving, the girl felt sweet in her heart.
Where did he kiss her? Was he secretly kissing her on the mouth?
How is this possible?
Anyway, she didn't know, so she just kissed him, but he still told her, please don't be so polite.
Yun Shuqian opened the locked drawer and put away the note.
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I didn't write a word last night, so naturally I can't play this kind of insulting game this morning like last night.
It's really insulting. How can anyone dare to say in a girl's ear that he will ruin her sooner or later? Anyone who dares to say such things must have been in the bureau for a long time.
But fortunately, Yun Shuqian didn't suffer. She kissed him forcefully and inserted her fingers stained with her own saliva into his mouth, which was considered a severe insult to him.
Of course, even if he coded 20,000 words last night, the reserved girl would not allow him to play such a strange game in broad daylight.
Yun Shuqian didn't mention anything about last night, and Song Jiamu didn't dare to mention it. The two of them coded words honestly as usual on weekends, rubbing and touching each other's legs under the table.
Song Jiamu has always been puzzled by the matter of touching legs. Why is it okay when his legs touch her legs, but not when his hands touch her legs?
Soon, Song Jiamu figured out an answer that was closer to the truth.
If they were sitting opposite each other like this, and his hands were going to touch her legs, then he would need to get under the table, which would look too sexy and unnatural at all.
Song Jiamu pulled out his legs and stepped lightly on her little feet with his big feet. When they were typing at home, they both had the habit of taking their feet out of their slippers.
He stepped on his foot, so Yun Shuqian moved, pulled out the little foot that was lightly stepped on by him, and stepped on his instep.
If Song Jiamu stepped on her again, she would have to stand on his feet again.
This reminded Song Jiamu of Nian Nian. When he put his hand on Nian Nian's cat's paw, Nian Nian had to put the paw on the back of his hand. This is called the law of cat's claws.
For Yun Shuqian, it is the law that Yun Chongchong's feet must be on top.
Song Jiamu still wanted to move, but she had noticed it in advance and stepped on him hard this time, preventing him from taking his foot out again.
"Don't move! Are you still coding?"
"...Is this considered holding hands?"
"Your word makes me feel very vulgar..."
Yun Shuqian stepped on his foot, took her feet back, put them into slippers, crossed them under her chair, and stopped holding them with him.
Song Jiamu felt that he was at a huge disadvantage and would have been careless if he had known it. In fact, it was quite comfortable to be stepped on by her feet.
"How many words have you written?" Song Jiamu asked.
"Seven thousand." Yun Shuqian said.
She is quite satisfied with her coding speed. She has written 7,000 words in three hours since breakfast, which can be regarded as making up for what she didn't write yesterday.
"So fast!"
"How many did you write?"
"More than five thousand..."
After hearing Song Jiamu's words, Yun Shuqian felt very proud. When she was happy, her feet got out of her slippers and stepped lightly on his insteps.
She had coded 7,000 words, and she had only coded 5,000 words. This made Song Jiamu very uneasy. How could he achieve double her score if this continued?
How do you seek power and usurp the throne? How do you order her to wear a short skirt and knee-high socks and then touch her legs?
Song Jiamu calmed down and quickly started to fill in the number of words.