Song Jiamu went back home and changed into sportswear, simple shorts and a T-shirt.
He took out the key she gave him and opened the door and came in. Yun Shuqian was still in the room and didn't come out.
He took the racket, filled her big water bottle with water, and slung it over his shoulder.
"I'm coming."
Yun Shuqian opened the door and came out, wearing a black sports short skirt and a white T-shirt. Her hair was tied into a ponytail. As she ran, the tips of her hair trembled energetically.
Whenever she tied her hair into a ponytail, Song Jiamu's eyes would fall on her slender neck.
On the edge of the back hairline, the girl has a small ruffian, which requires someone close to notice.
"Are you wearing safety pants?"
"nonsense!"
"Then shall I carry you out?"
"Don't you think others can see my safety pants?"
Yun Shuqian gave him an annoyed look. Holding a princess would indeed make a girl's heart burst, but this gesture was too easy to reveal.
"Then let's go."
Song Jiamu stretched out his hand towards her.
Yun Shuqian put her little hand in his palm.
He held her gently and led her out of the door.
The sunshine at three o'clock in the afternoon is very hot, and the greening of the community is very good. In July, the hottest summer, you can still hear the chirping of cicadas.
During the summer vacation when they were young, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian's biggest hobby was to look for the source of the chirping sound under the trees, but the sound was clearly above their heads, but they couldn't see those little things, like summer that they couldn't catch.
They flapped their wings and flew together into the memories of those years.
"Song Jiamu, will there be cicadas this year?"
Yun Shuqian is afraid of the sun. Because her skin is delicate, if she is exposed to the sun for too long, it will become red and painful.
But Song Jiamu is so tall. When he stands next to her, there will be a shadow. Yun Shuqian hides in his shadow. She is behind him, her hands are held by him. Occasionally when walking, she will
Step on the heel of his shoe.
"There should be, right? It seems like it happens every year?"
"Didn't you pay attention?"
"No...what about you?"
"Me neither..."
Song Jiamu said: "Then let's pay attention together this year. I think there must be some."
"Hey, you didn't even catch one!"
"You were the one who caught me while riding on my neck. Who can't catch me?"
Arriving under the carport, Song Jiamu pushed the electric car out.
Putting her feet on the ground to steady the car, Yun Shuqian held his shoulders and sat in the back seat.
She slowly moved her butt forward until she was completely close to him, so that she would not be afraid of the wind blowing up her skirt.
The arms also stretched out from behind and hugged him firmly.
It's a hug, a whole arm.
"Be gentle, be gentle, I can't breathe." Song Jiamu looked like he was tightly hugged by her and could no longer escape.
Yun Shuqian just accepted this trick, feeling secretly happy. Instead of relaxing her strength, she hugged him tighter, rubbing her face against him like a little kitten, and her legs under her short skirt also squeezed him.
, not giving him any chance to escape.
When leaving the gate of the community, Yun Shuqian saw Uncle Liu taking a nap in the security room from a distance. The fan was spinning. Uncle Liu put his legs on the table and leaned back on the chair, soundly asleep.
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Seeing that no one was paying attention, Yun Shuqian didn't let go, and just carried Song Jiamu all the way to the badminton hall.
"Do you still remember the serve I taught you before?"
"Can not remember."
"...Can you not be so confident when answering this question?"
"Teach me again."
Song Jiamu stood behind her. Being tall, he could easily wrap his arms around her, and his warm breath blew from behind her ears. He could also smell the fragrance of the girl's hair.
"You, don't blow into my ears, you're so lustful..."
"I'm not blowing, I'm just talking."
"Then don't stick so close..."
Yun Shuqian nudged him gently with her shoulder and pulled away a little bit from him. The little ear on the side where he was leaning and talking turned tenderly red.
But after pulling away from him, I felt that it was not as comfortable and comfortable as being in his arms, so I gradually leaned closer.
The air-conditioning power of the arena is not very high. After all, strong wind will have an impact on the ball. After the two simply warmed up, they started playing.
"Don't steal the backcourt!"
"Don't steal."
"No smashing!"
"No buckles."
"You can only hit it high and let me pick it up!"
"High and slowly."
After agreeing on many Yun Shuqian's exclusive playing rules, the two finally started playing ball with their rackets.
Yun Shuqian doesn't like to exercise, but that depends on the situation. Apart from the fact that there are a few days every month where it is inconvenient to exercise, doing exercise with Song Jiamu is a very happy thing for her.
For Song Jiamu, playing sports with Yun Shuqian is also a very happy thing, but this kind of happiness is completely different from the happiness of playing with Zhang Sheng and the others. Playing with Zhang Sheng and the others is completely different.
It was the joy of competition, and when playing ball with Yun Shuqian, Song Jiamu felt like he was teasing a cat.
That’s right, it’s just teasing a cat. When you tease a cat, the cat is happy and the person is happy too. That’s probably the understanding.
Song Jiamu hit the ball lightly, occasionally controlling the speed and direction of the ball, and then Yun Shuqian ran around to catch the ball with babbling sounds. Her beautiful white and tender legs under her short skirt were very pleasing to the eye. When she couldn't catch the ball,
, she would giggle, and she would laugh even happier when she caught the ball and hit Song Jiamu in the chest or head.
Gradually, Yun Maomao also learned bad things. She slowly learned to control the ball. She would occasionally hit the ball to the diagonal corner and occasionally hit it in front of the net. Song Jiamu did not come back to her senses and moved hurriedly.
pace to catch the ball.
Unconsciously, after playing for an hour, Yun Shuqian was exhausted and overheated. He was sweating a lot. A few strands of hair on his forehead were stuck to his face, and thin beads of sweat were shed on the tip of his nose.
The delicate clavicle socket was also moist, and the whole body was stained with a faint blush.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Song Jiamu also sweated a lot, he was just so hot.
"No, no, no, I need to take a rest!"
Yun Shuqian came to the rest bench behind the court and sat down. She put the racket aside, stretched her legs naturally, and swayed slightly on her toes. She unscrewed the lid of the kettle and raised her head to drink water.
Song Jiamu turned the fan on the side and fixed it on her. The girl raised her chin in contentment, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the heat waves that the wind took away from her body.
Suddenly, someone hugged her legs. She was startled and quickly opened her eyes.
"You, what are you doing?!"
"I'll give you a squeeze on your legs."
"Don't think I don't know you just want to touch..."
"We've already kissed each other, and it doesn't matter if we touch each other. Besides, I'm pinching my legs in a serious way."
She sat on the bench, and Song Jiamu sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her, holding her calf in his arms and gently squeezing her calf muscles with his palms.
Originally, Yun Shuqian wanted to refuse, but after exercising, her calf muscles tightened. After being squeezed and kneaded so gently by him, waves of numbness and comfort came over her. Her face turned red and she was speechless, unable to say a word of rejection.
In other words, it was just that his legs were still trying to pull out slightly, but this little strength could not break free of Song Jiamu's hands, but it made him even more excited.
"Sweat..."
She said coyly.
No girl would want to appear dirty and smelly in front of the person she likes. After exercising, her legs were sweating, her fair skin was slightly red, and the surface was greasy with sweat.
"It doesn't matter, just apply lubricant."
Song Jiamu really doesn't dislike it at all. The cute girl is sweating, but it makes people even more excited.
Of course, if this was pinching Zhang Sheng's sweaty hairy legs, Song Jiamu would probably shudder.
Yun Shuqian's legs were smooth and slender, especially the skin on her calves, which was as smooth as the best silk in the world and as soft as new cotton in early summer.
His palms can gently wrap around this tender skin, and as he rubs it, he feels unspeakable ambiguity and satisfaction in his heart.
"...is it easy to touch?"
"Good touch."
Yun Shuqian glared at him.
If she just touched her like this, it wouldn't matter. His palms were very warm. After all, she had cramps while running before, and he had pressed her legs in this way.
Thinking about it now, he must have been taking advantage at that time!
Because she was sitting on a chair wearing a short skirt, and he was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of her, Yun Shuqian sat up straight and pressed the skirt between her legs with her hands to prevent him from looking up.
If you have the opportunity to see beautiful scenery, even if you can only see that pair of off-white safety pants.
Song Jiamu's hands started to press on the calves, and then moved higher and higher. When they reached the girl's knees, Yun Shuqian's itching feeling became even stronger.
She raised her leg and kicked him on the arm as a warning.
"Ouch!"
"Knee-jerk reaction."
"..."
Who had a knee-jerk reaction like this? His palm just landed on her knee, and she had a knee-jerk reaction?!
Song Jiamu calmed down and didn't dare to put his palm on the girl's thigh, so he had to go down again. When she wasn't paying attention, he grabbed her slender ankle and took off her white shoes at once.
"You, what are you doing again?!"
"I'll help you squeeze your feet."
After exercising, Yun Shuqian's feet were also warm and warm. She was wearing white socks. Compared to before, there was a faint smell of sweat, but it didn't stink.
The edge of the socks wrapped around her ankles, and shallow vertical lines of the socks were printed on her delicate skin. Her skin was probably so delicate, so when Song Jiamu kissed her cheek, he didn't dare to use too much force.
Yes, for fear of sucking out a strawberry.
"I do not want!"
This time Yun Shuqian refused resolutely. If he had asked her to squeeze her feet after washing her feet, she might have been able to agree. However, the reserved girl would not agree with her sweaty feet after exercise.
If she is willing to pinch it for him, if there is any taste, then she will die of shame?
Yun Shuqian pulled her legs out of his arms, bent down and put her shoes on again.
Song Jiamu raised his head, and the collar of his coat was right in front of him.