Yun Shuqian spoke to him in a low voice. At the door of her house, Song Jiamu, who was sweating profusely, ran back with four breakfasts. Looking at the two extra breakfasts in his hand, the girl who was as energetic as a monkey immediately
I guessed that Auntie woke up early today.
"You said it was dangerous or not. It was only one minute or two minutes away. My mother almost caught me when I opened the door and went back." Song Jiamu said with lingering fear.
"It's so exciting..."
"What?"
"I-I mean, it's all your fault! If you are caught by aunt, you must have deserved it!"
Yun Shuqian snorted, she didn't ask him to sleep with her, she just said, "Do you want to tell me and sleep at my house tonight?" Then Song Jiamu said it, so it must be his
question.
"...Don't make it sound like it has nothing to do with you."
"Anyway, I don't want to sleep with you anymore." Yun Shuqian made a sage voice. She was in high spirits now and not sleepy at all. Sleeping with a man in her arms was nothing more than that. There was nothing good about her.
"Then I don't dare to sleep with you. If my mother finds out, she will break my legs." Song Jiamu made a voice with lingering fear. Sleeping naked while holding a girl in his arms is not only dangerous, but also harmful to the body.
"Here, your soy milk."
"Hey, your braised pork noodles."
The two made an exchange about breakfast. When she wasn't paying attention, Song Jiamu quickly lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead.
Just when Yun Shuqian was about to raise his hand to pat him, Song Jiamu quickly slipped back home.
After taking a shower, changing clothes, and having breakfast, Song Jiamu took his bag and keys and went out.
After ringing the doorbell twice, Yun Shuqian also opened the door and came out.
Today, for the first time, she wore a skirt to go to school. She wore the same one that Song Jiamu gave her, and Song Jiamu also wore the T-shirt that she gave her.
"Why did you think of wearing a skirt to school today?"
"I have nothing to wear."
"Then I'll buy it for you."
"You have so much money, so you just want to buy clothes for girls. Girls' clothes are very expensive."
Holding her hand and looking at the little skirt on her body, Song Jiamu was in a particularly good mood. He remembered the game Miracle Nuannuan. Whenever he saw beautiful clothes, he always wanted to buy her one too.
, imagining how beautiful she would look when she puts it on.
Of course, it’s not all about buying a variety of white, black, or flesh-colored knee socks, calf socks, and pantyhose. You can also buy many cute little skirts or maid outfits.
When it came to the maid outfit, Song Jiamu could easily put it on for her in his mind, and add some cat ears or something. It was really suitable for her pretty figure and face.
The short skirt Song Jiamu bought her just reached her knees. When she was riding an electric bike this morning, she could no longer sit astride it like before.
Yesterday, when she was wearing a short sports skirt, she could sit astride her body. It didn't matter if her beautiful and well-proportioned white thighs were exposed. It wouldn't look strange. But after wearing a long skirt, if she lifted up the skirt to expose her thighs, it would look very strange.
Weird, very erotic.
It's just like seeing a girl in a bikini on the beach, but it's not normal for a girl in a bikini to appear on the subway.
Yun Shuqian was riding an electric car sideways today.
She turned the small bag in front of her and pressed it on her thigh. She sat sideways in the back seat, her arms wrapped around Song Jiamu's lower abdomen, and her soft body was pressed against his back tightly and beautifully.
Bend your legs and step on the footrest, leaning slightly towards him.
Compared with sitting astride, sitting on the side is not stable enough, but Song Jiamu rides very slowly and steadily. Yun Shuqian feels that sitting on the side is more romantic, because she can put her ears against his back and listen to his heartbeat.
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The scenery of the street receded in front of her eyes. Yun Shuqian leaned against him comfortably, her little hands around his waist touching him restlessly.
Sometimes she moved up to touch his chest muscles, and sometimes she moved down to touch his abdominal muscles. She took advantage of him, which was great.
After all, he is her little tame, the person they grew up with. If he doesn't let her take advantage of him, how can he leave it to other girls?
When holding Song Jiamu, Yun Shuqian felt like he was holding a chubby new toothpaste. At the age of twenty, he was full of energetic love. The bulging content made people feel safe.
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The most exciting love is hidden in the eyes and actions.
While waiting for the traffic light, Song Jiamu held the car up with his legs and stopped, looking down at the little hand on his lower abdomen.
Yun Shuqian's hands were beautiful and delicious. Her fingers were delicate and slender, and her nails were smooth and shiny. She touched his belly as if no one else was watching, and her tender fingertips gently touched his belly through the thin T-shirt.
He picked and groped lightly, and occasionally used his index finger to circle his navel with evil intentions.
Sometimes Song Jiamu's abdominal muscles tightened hard, but she didn't like it. She would rub her face on his back with a slight annoyance, and then Song Jiamu would have no choice but to relax and soften his stomach. She liked to touch the soft and bouncy belly.
abdomen.
"If you pick my belly button again, I will have diarrhea."
"You won't get diarrhea if you pick your belly button. You will get cold when you pick your belly button."
"Then I'll pick at you."
"Go away, why is your belly button round?"
"Isn't it yours?"
"Mine is oval, thin and long."
"Then let me see."
"I won't show it to you, but it's very beautiful anyway."
When she said this, Song Jiamu became more and more itchy. He really wanted to see Miss Yun Shuqian's belly button. It would be better if she could kiss it.
Of course, I must have seen it when I was a kid, but I was not ashamed at that time, and I only had a superficial understanding of the concept of gender.
"What are you thinking about? Why is your heart beating faster?" she asked from behind.
"...I was thinking about how beautiful Miss Yun Shuqian's belly button is, and I want to know if I have a chance to kiss Miss Yun Shuqian's belly button with my lips." Song Jiamu said honestly.
But the next second, Song Jiamu paid the price for his honesty.
Yun Shuqian pinched the soft flesh of his waist hard. It's really hard for honest people these days.
"Don't talk like a hooligan all day long. I'm not your girlfriend. I'm your little tame. I'm your president and your squad leader. You should respect me!"
"sorry……"
Song Jiamu was thinking, as if he hadn't heard her mantra for a while: I want to tell Auntie!
"Song Jiamu."
"Um?"
"Your belly feels good. You feel so full. What's in it?"
Song Jiamu was convinced that if he said this to her, then he would definitely be beaten. Why!
"It's filled with love for you."
Honest voices are called rogues, beautiful lies are called love words.
Yun Shuqian believed it immediately. The corner of her mouth curled up in a shy way, as if she couldn't stand the numbness. She squeezed him a little, making sure that what was in his belly was love, not stewed meat noodles, soy milk, water and stool.
"Oh, stop squeezing, stop squeezing, the love is about to overflow!"
"You're so disgusting! It's disgusting!"
The girl said this but never hit him again.
The green light turned on, and the electric car started slowly. A butterfly was flapping its wings, following the girl's skirt that was blown by the wind.
…
"Morning~"
"Morning~"
Arriving at the classroom, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian sat down in front. Today was a little later than usual. Many students in the classroom had already arrived, including Yuan Caiyi.
"Wow, Qianqian, why are you wearing a skirt today? It looks so good!"
“This tie looks so cute!”
"You are so fresh and fresh in the forest style. Wow, Qianqian, your legs are so white!"
It was a rare occasion to see Yun Shuqian come to class wearing a skirt, so several of her best friends came over one after another, making Yun Shuqian feel embarrassed, as if she was not wearing any clothes, and her pretty face turned red when they teased her.
stand up.
"Student Song Jiamu came quite late today, didn't he?"
"Well... the bed is so comfortable in the morning." Song Jiamu crossed his palms and stretched them out, looking like he still wanted to stay in bed.
"The weather in May really makes people don't want to get up." Several girls sitting in the back naturally cast their eyes on Song Jiamu's hand. Not to mention Yun Shuqian's hand control, it is not a hand control.
Girls will also think that Song Jiamu's hands are particularly beautiful, with slender fingers and clear joints. If you touch yourself with such hands, you will be very satisfied just thinking about it.
Yun Shuqian took out his book and pen, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the girlfriends behind him from time to time. Sure enough, he was right about fire prevention, theft prevention, and girlfriend protection. He had just finished teasing her, and turned around to talk to Song Jiamu.
It doesn’t matter if my hands look good, I’m tired of touching them~
Oh, I bought his T-shirt~
The quilt in the morning is really comfortable because he is on my bed~
Oh, sleeping with him in her arms was just like that. It was so hot that she didn’t even want him to hold her, but he insisted on holding him. It was so annoying~
"Caiyi, why are the dark circles under your eyes so big?"
"I cut the film until after one o'clock!"
Yuan Caiyi felt like she was going to die, so she lay down on the table with a groan, her chest filling the gap between the table and her body.
Yun Shuqian was a little shocked, so he adjusted his sitting position slightly to block Song Jiamu from having any chance to see such scenery when he looked to the right.
Before the school bell rang, several of Song Jiamu's good brothers also ran into the classroom. Zhang Sheng came from behind. At first glance, he looked at the back of a girl in a skirt next to Song Jiamu and thought that Song Jiamu was looking for a new love.
Then, it turned out that it was Yun Shuqian, which also surprised him.
Sitting down next to Song Jiamu, Zhang Sheng took out his mobile phone and sent him a message.
"Damn, monitor, she's so beautiful today! Do you two have a date today? You won't be playing ball in the afternoon??"
"【funny】"
Song Jiamu suddenly felt proud. As for the date, he couldn't answer questions like why she suddenly wore a skirt. In short, he just responded with an all-purpose funny expression.
So Zhang Sheng figured out all the answers in an instant and sent him a message back.
"If you don't have enough umbrellas, I'll go to the dormitory to get them for you later."
"【funny】"
He wants to use it too! But he doesn’t have the chance! Anyway, it’s okay to reply funny...
Yun Shuqian suddenly turned his head, stretched out his hand towards him, and opened his palm.
Song Jiamu was so frightened that she quickly turned off the screen. The chat history with Zhang Sheng could not be seen by her. After all, there were not many text conversations on it, but there were quite a lot of short videos, dirty pictures, and strange links.
Song Jiamu swore that he had never asked Zhang Sheng for these. Zhang Sheng had sent them to him himself. Boys' desire to share resources in this area was outrageous.
He held the phone in his hand and asked her guiltily: "What's wrong?"
"Is there any candy? Caiyi is sleepy."
"Yes, I have."
Song Jiamu opened his schoolbag and took out a few candies. He also gave one to Zhang Sheng, Yuan Caiyi and the three girls behind, and then gave three to Yun Shuqian.
Yun Shuqian thought it was fair to share the candy like this. He peeled off one and put it in his mouth. He was about to put the remaining two in his pocket when he suddenly remembered that he was wearing a skirt today and it was too much to put things in the pockets of the skirt.
Being unladylike, I had to put the candy back into my bag.
Class begins.
"...Mao Dun believes that 'beauty' and 'goodness' are truth, and that 'the only purpose of literature and art is to seek truth.' He praised the description of the fish market in Ibn Naz's "The Storm" for making people smell the fishy smell. "Ni Huanzhi"
"The reason why he called it a masterpiece in the history of new literature is because it truly describes the inner world of the characters..."
The professor who taught the class was talking loudly on the stage. Literature is a class that can be said to be boring or interesting. People who don’t really love literature are probably like Zhang Sheng next to Song Jiamu, who has already closed his eyes and started fishing.
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Occasionally, Song Jiamu would peek at Yun Shuqian next to him with his peripheral vision. He liked to see her lying on the table taking notes seriously.
Her white fingertips touched the notebook and tilted it in his direction. Song Jiamu was about to copy her notes, but he noticed the bottom sentence that had nothing to do with the content of the class.
[There are two pigeons on the windowsill, so fat]
He turned his head and saw two pigeons on the window sill, one white and one gray, tilting their heads and looking curiously into the classroom.
Song Jiamu also picked up a pen and wrote in the notebook.
【See it】
When he raised his head again, a gust of cool wind blew in from the window, the curtains were lifted by the wind, the page of paper was turned, and the girl smoothed the messy hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ears.
Her gaze was in the same direction as Song Jiamu's.
The two doves on the windowsill flapped their wings and flew into the blue sky in May.