The rain has stopped.

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian came out of the market, and the electric car drove across the wet road, bringing a thin splash of water behind the rotating wheels.

Occasionally when the wind blows, the water droplets hanging on the leaves of the street trees will fall down and fall into the girl's collar, making it cold.

Whenever this happened, she would apply these water stains with her hands, and then apply wet fingers to Song Jiamu's back neck in front of her.

"Hiss~ cool!"

"It's all your fault. You must be killed by a joke now."

Yun Shuqian held his waist with one hand, held the phone with the other, put his forehead against his back, and looked at the phone with his head down.

Yuan Caiyi sent her a 15-second video, which was the video of Song Jiamu holding her princess in front of the whole village, with the water flowing through the water just now.

"Shallow!Shallow!"

"How do you know that Song Jiamu was holding me through the water?! Caiyi, you were among those people just now?"

"It's really you? I'll tell you why the boys and girls in this video look so much like you and Song Jiamu? You are so good at playing!"

"What, my legs twisted."

"【funny】"

"Then you were not here just now, where did you get this video?"

"The college group, several people posted it, and there seems to be a school forum, oh, watch this! This video is well shot, the angle is much clearer than the one just now! [Video]"

Yuan Caiyi sent her another video. Sure enough, this video was much better than the one just now. The appearance of her and Song Jiamu can be clearly seen in the picture. She showed her face for a while, but it was just that the beauty that made people itchy. Then she hid in Song Jiamu's shoulders, put her hands around his neck, and held his shoes in her hand. Song Jiamu also photographed very handsomely. He was wearing a jersey, his arms were exposed, and his beautiful muscles were tall and handsome, making her look even more petite in her arms.

It's probably such a video that makes people feel a sour smell after watching it, and it even comes with a sweet BGM.

This was the first time Yun Shuqian saw Song Jiamu hugging her princess from the third perspective.

Me, that's how I was just hugged by him?

It didn't look like she was holding her back or twisting her feet at all, but it was like she took the initiative to hug his shoulder and jumped into his arms!

"Woo."

Yun Shuqian let out a puppy whimper, pressing Song Jiamu's back with his forehead, and it seemed like he was playing a drum.

"Now, the whole school knows!"

"Um?"

"They posted the videos they shot in a large group and in the forum!"

“…Is there any mosaic?”

"have."

"What's the matter."

"The mosaic hits the faces of classmates around you! There are also close-ups on your face!"

“…”

After Yuan Caiyi reminded him, Yun Shuqian hurriedly clicked on the college group and watched it. Sure enough, he saw the videos that several passers-by had just shared.

College students are lonely, and their sweet love is still very attractive, not to mention that the male and female protagonists in the video are from their own school and they are so beautiful.

【Why didn’t I find that there are such beautiful girls in our college before?】

【What class does this boy come from?】

[No need to pity him!]

【Why no one came to hug me?!(angry)(angry)】

[@After Qiyue, senior sister, this kind of thing depends on weight (dog head)]

【Lying well, I have to wake up a handful of dog food】

[Now I have to copy short videos, right? I just browsed people around Douyin, and I have read several of them and they are all from our school!]

[Tik Tok, record other people's beautiful lives]

Yun Shuqian's eyes were focused, holding Song Jiamu's waist with one hand, holding the phone with one hand, and quickly slid upwards with her thumb to see the chat records in the group. Her hands were small, and she had to use two hands to play with her mobile phone. The phone was covered with a cute pink cat print cover.

She is very good at the college group, but she has never spoken in it. The group is full of students. Most of the time they talk about dormitories, canteens, etc., and occasionally when there is something gossiping on campus, the group will become more lively. Most of the time, it only relies on a few big splashes to support the popularity of the entire group.

She didn't say anything, and looked at the screen seriously. It's really interesting to see others discussing herself and Song Jiamu.

After reading the group chat history, she clicked on the school forum to see related posts.

After reading the post from the school forum, she clicked on Douyin again to see if she could see her videos.

With the popularity of short videos, everyone's desire to share has become particularly strong, and big and small things can be posted on it. The student group is a force that cannot be underestimated.

I haven't seen my own videos on the big channel yet, but under the same city module, Yun Shuqian has really seen them.

In just half a minute, the video has received more than 800 likes. I don’t know if it’s a mess in the comments. Many people said, ‘This is from our school’

I'm so annoying! Why are these people posting everything upwards! What if my parents, uncles and aunts see this?

Yun Shuqian liked the video, and then liked the comments one by one about "Blessing 99" and "I'm sour".

"Caiyi! What to do now? It's really everywhere! I can't even report it!"

"Damn, if you don't like it well, what do you do to report it to others? This is much more powerful than showing affection in your circle of friends!"

"Who will like it..."

"But we can warm up our "Notes"! Now everyone is curious about who the boys and girls in the video. When we get to the micro-film together, wow, it turns out that they are the male and female protagonists! How about this wave of linkage?"

“…”

Song Jiamu was concentrating on riding the bike. She didn't say anything. He didn't know what she was fiddling with behind her. But the little hand that was on his waist would pinch him from time to time, making his abdominal muscles hard.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The car drove into the community, and Song Jiamu supported the ground with his feet, but the girl behind him still did not move.

"I'm home, can't I come down yet?"

"……arrive?"

Yun Shuqian then looked up and looked around, just playing with her cell phone, but she didn't even notice it when she returned to the community.

I don’t care about it anymore, and it’s a shame to lose sight of it. Anyway, if my parents, uncles and aunts see it, they just want to say that they twisted their feet.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault."

Song Jiamu carried the vegetables, Yun Shuqian pinched him from behind, and the two went upstairs together.

...

Tonight's dinner is easier, with one fried meat with onion and one scorched prawn, which is more than enough for two people.

As the saying goes, you can have no object, but you still have to have a meal. If you have a meal with a meal that is similar to your taste, you will not look so lonely or pitiful.

It would be even better if the rice cakes were developed into beds. If it were two old men, it would be fine. After all, it was normal for two boys to eat together, but it would be abnormal for two boys to sleep together. The two girls are different. No matter what the two girls do together, they will be very close and loving.

Song Jiamu took rice and cooked rice, Yun Shuqian washed the vegetables and meat he bought, and the two stayed in the kitchen together.

Even though Song Jiamu had nothing to do, he liked to stay in the kitchen and watched her cook. Yun Shuqian also liked this feeling.

"Uncle and aunt are going to come back tomorrow?"

"Yes, you can't come to my house for free again, hum."

"How did you know that I didn't dare to come to your house for free?"

"Are you embarrassed?"

"But if the uncle and aunt come back, we can't cook like this anymore."

Song Jiamu held the apron, Yun Shuqian opened her arms sensibly, and waited for him to put it on for her. This kind of service was just like this, the princess cooking was just like this.

But this time, Song Jiamu did not put the apron on her, but put it around her neck.

"Since the uncle and aunt are coming back tomorrow, I will be here to cook for you tonight."

"you?"

Yun Shuqian looked at him vigilantly, his eyes full of suspicion.

"Hey, don't look like I'm going to poison you. Today's food is so simple. I've seen you cook for so long. I've learned it a long time ago. Don't forget, the chef of my ancestral family!"

"Okay, then you will cook tonight."

Yun Shuqian continues to cut onions.

Song Jiamu put on the apron, eager to try, and then continued eager to try, and finally couldn't help asking, "So what's my next job?"

“Cut vegetables.”

Yun Shuqian blinked quickly, put the knife down, and her palms naturally drooped down. She wiped the corners of her eyes with her arm.

When Song Jiamu looked at her carefully, she found that her eyes were red and the watery girl was crying.

"...Yunzhu Po! What's wrong with you?! Have you cut your hands? Or is it so moved that I cried bitterly when I heard that I was going to cook for you?"

"Get out! The onions are so spicy!"
To be continued...