Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian came out of the market. The electric car drove through the wet road, causing a thin spray 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 collar of the girl's clothes, making them cool.
Whenever this happened, she would wipe the water stains with her hands, and then wipe her wet fingers on the back of Song Jiamu's neck in front of her.
"Hi~ cool!"
"It's all your fault. You will definitely be laughed to death now."
Yun Shuqian held his waist with one hand, and held the mobile phone in the other hand. She pressed her forehead against his back and was looking at the mobile phone with her head lowered.
Yuan Caiyi sent her a fifteen-second video. The content was exactly the video of Song Jiamu holding her princess through the stagnant water in front of the whole village.
"Qian! Qian!"
"How did you know that Song Jiamu carried me through the stagnant water?! Caiyi, were you among that group of people just now?!"
"Is it really you? Let me tell you why the boys and girls in this video look so much like you and Song Jiamu. You must be so good at playing!"
"What, my leg is twisted."
"【funny】"
"Then you were not here just now, where did you get this video?"
"There's a big group in the college. Several people have posted it. There seems to be some in the school forum as well. Oh, look at this! This video is well shot, and 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. You could clearly see her and Song Jiamu's faces in the video. She only showed her face for a short while, but it was just this short time.
Her beauty made people's hearts tickle, and then she hid in Song Jiamu's shoulders, hugging his neck with both hands, and holding his shoes in her hands. Song Jiamu was also very handsome in the photo. He was wearing a jersey and his arms were strong.
Her beautiful muscles were exposed, and she was tall and handsome, making her look even more petite in her arms.
It's probably such a video that makes people feel sour after watching it, and it even has a sweet BGM.
This was the first time that Yun Shuqian saw Song Jiamu hugging her princess from a third perspective.
Me, was this how I was held by him just now?
Why does it not look like a forced hug or a twisted ankle at all, but it looks like she took the initiative to put her arms around his shoulders and jump into his arms!
"Woo."
Yun Shuqian let out a whimpering sound like a puppy, and pressed his forehead against Song Jiamu's back, making a sound like beating a drum.
"It's okay now, the whole school knows!"
"Um?"
“They posted the video they took in group groups and forums!”
"...Is there a mosaic?"
"have."
"What are you afraid of?"
"The mosaics were made on the faces of the surrounding classmates! There is also a close-up of your face!"
"..."
After Yuan Caiyi reminded her, Yun Shuqian quickly clicked on the college's group to take a look, and sure enough, she saw several videos just shared by passers-by.
College students are all lonely, and sweet love or something can still be very provocative, not to mention that the male and female protagonists in the video are from my own school, and they are so good-looking.
[How come I didn’t realize there was such a beautiful girl in our college before?]
【Which class is this boy in?】
【No need to pity him!】
【How come no one comes to hug me?! (angry)(angry)】
[@柒月后, senior sister, this kind of thing depends on your weight (dog head)]
[Lie well, a handful of dog food must be kept awake]
[You have to pay for posting short videos now, right? I just checked people nearby on Douyin, and I checked several posts like this. They are really from our school!]
[Douyin, recording other people’s beautiful lives]
Yun Shuqian's eyes were focused. She held Song Jiamu's waist with one hand and held the mobile phone in her right hand. She quickly slid her thumb up to see the chat history in the group. Her hands were small and she usually had to use two hands to play with the mobile phone.
, the mobile phone is covered with a cute pink cat-printed case.
She is a member of the college's large group, but she has never spoken in it. They are all students, and most of their chats are about dormitories, canteens, and the like. Occasionally, when there is some gossip on campus, the group will be lively.
Some, most of the time, it is just a few big water ratios that keep the whole group popular.
She didn't say anything, and she seriously peeked at the screen. Not to mention, it was really interesting to peek at the screen and watch others discuss herself and Song Jiamu.
After reading the group chat history, she clicked on the school forum to read relevant posts.
After reading the posts on the school forum, she clicked on Douyin to see if she could see her own video.
With the popularity of short videos, everyone's desire to share has become extremely strong. They can post both big and small things on it. The student group is a force that cannot be underestimated.
I haven't seen my own video on the big channel yet, but under the module of the same city, Yun Shuqian has really seen it.
In just half an hour, the video has already received more than 800 likes. In the comments, I don’t know if it’s a joke or not. Many people said, ‘This is from our school.’
It's annoying, it's so annoying! Why do these people post everything online? What if my parents, uncles and aunts see this!
Yun Shuqian liked the video, and then liked the comments about "Blessing 99" and "I'm sour" one by one.
"Cai Yi! What should I do now? It's really everywhere! I can't even report it!"
"Damn it, if you don't like it properly, why are you reporting it to others? This is much more powerful than showing affection in the circle of friends!"
"Who will give likes..."
"But it can warm up our "Notes"! Now everyone is curious about who the boys and girls are in the video. When our short film is released together, wow, it turns out to be the male and female protagonists! How about this linkage?"
"..."
Song Jiamu concentrated on riding the bike. She didn't say anything. He didn't know what she was doing behind the scenes, but the little hand on his waist would pinch him from time to time, making his abdominal muscles collapse and become hard.
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The car drove into the community smoothly, Song Jiamu put his feet on the ground, but the girl behind him still did not move.
"You're home, why don't you come down?"
"……arrive?"
Yun Shuqian then looked up and was busy playing with his mobile phone. He didn't notice it when he returned to the community.
No matter what, out of sight is out of mind. Anyway, if my parents, uncles and aunts see it, they can just say that they twisted their feet.
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault."
Song Jiamu was carrying the dishes, Yun Shuqian was pinching him from behind, and they went upstairs together.
…
Tonight's dinner will be simpler, with a fried onion and a boiled prawn, more than enough for two people.
As the saying goes, you don’t have to have a partner, but you still have to have a partner. If you have a partner with similar tastes to you, whether it’s in the cafeteria or a restaurant, you won’t feel so lonely.
Pitiful.
It would be better if the meal partner develops into a partner. The meal partner evolves into a bed partner. Forget it if it is two brothers. After all, it is normal for two boys to eat together, but it is normal for two boys to sleep in the same bed together.
This is not normal. The two girls are different. No matter what they do together, the two girls will be caring and loving.
Song Jiamu washed and cooked rice, Yun Shuqian washed the vegetables and meat he bought, and the two stayed in the kitchen together.
Even if Song Jiamu doesn't ask him to cook anything, he still likes to stay in the kitchen and watch her cook. Yun Shuqian also likes this feeling.
"Uncle and aunt are coming back tomorrow?"
"Yes, then you will no longer be able to come to my house for food, huh."
"How do you know that I don't dare to come to your house to have a meal?"
"Excuse me, you."
"But if uncle and aunt come back, we really can't cook like this anymore."
Song Jiamu held the apron, and Yun Shuqian opened her arms in a sensible manner, waiting for him to put the apron on for her. This kind of considerate service, the princess can only do this when cooking.
But Song Jiamu didn't put the apron on her this time, but put it around his own neck.
"Since uncle and aunt are coming back tomorrow, let me cook for you tonight."
"you?"
Yun Shuqian looked at him warily, his eyes full of suspicion.
"Hey, don't look like I'm going to poison you to death. Today's dish is so simple. I've watched you cook for so long. I've learned it a long time ago. Don't forget, my family's ancestral chef!"
"Okay, then you will cook tonight."
Yun Shuqian continued to chop onions.
Song Jiamu put on his apron and was eager to try it. Then he continued to be eager to try it. Finally he couldn't help but ask: "So what is my next job?"
"Chopping vegetables."
Yun Shuqian blinked quickly, put down the knife, and naturally drooped her palm downwards. She wiped the corners of her eyes with her arm.
When Song Jiamu looked at her carefully, he found that her eyes were red, and she was a young girl with tears streaming down her face.
"...Yunzhu Po! What's wrong with you?! Did you cut your hand? Or were you moved to tears because you heard that I was going to cook for you?"
"Get out of here! Onions are so spicy!"
“So it turns out that chopping onions can really make you cry?”
"You'll know if you try it yourself."
Yun Shuqian blinked her eyes, her long eyelashes were wet with tears, and her eyes were red. She pouted her mouth deliberately, so it looked more like she was crying.
"Song Jiamu, do you think I'm crying?"
"You need to sniff your nose."
Yun Shuqian sniffed, making her look more like crying, with a look that made me feel pity for him.
Song Jiamu looked at it and burst into laughter.
"Yun Shuqian, you cry so cutely."
"Still smiling, still smiling, cut the onions quickly! You will cry later!"
Yun Shuqian slapped him twice angrily, pulled the clothes on his chest, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"How do you cut this onion?"
"Cut it lengthwise. After cutting, just separate the ones that are stuck together."
Song Jiamu was wearing an apron, bending slightly, holding the remaining half of the onion in his left hand, holding a knife in his right hand and starting to cut according to Yun Shuqian's instructions.
"It's not difficult."
"What's the point of being proud of cutting an onion?"
Not to mention, seeing Song Jiamu chopping vegetables seriously, Yun Shuqian also felt warm in his heart, and it seemed that his profile looked much more handsome.
"Isn't it annoying to your eyes?"
"Nope."
Song Jiamu thought for a while and said: "Oh, I probably know the reason. We cut it differently, so it hurts your eyes, but I don't."
"I taught you how to cut it. What's the difference?"
"Because I'm tall, the smell of onions can't reach that high, but you're short... Oh, no, no, no, you're not short, your legs are thin, white, straight, long, and beautiful!"
"Give me another reason!"
Song Jiamu thought hard and finally slapped his thigh and said: "Because your eyes are big! They are so big and beautiful. My eyes are small, so you are more likely to be hurt!"
"real?"
"real!"
The girl lowered her eyes and shyly avoided his gaze.