"No, just go outside and wait to eat. Don't underestimate me!"
"Only a spoonful of salt is enough, don't put too much."
"I know, I know, go out, I'll be craving for you with the scent later."
Yun Shuqian wanted to see how he cooked, but Song Jiamu wouldn't let her see, otherwise she would be verbose. He wanted to cook a meal for her that he cooked himself.
Placing his hands on the girl's slender shoulders, Song Jiamu pushed her out of the kitchen door.
Yun Shuqian turned around three times with one step, with a look of disbelief on his face.
She didn't go far. Song Jiamu wouldn't let her into the kitchen, so she had to stand at the door of the kitchen to see how he cooked.
Song Jiamu put the chopped onions and meat on the plate, looked for the seasonings to be used later, and thought about Yun Shuqian's usual cooking steps. His serious look was quite rare.
Fire first.
Yun Shuqian was about to speak but hesitated, but held back and did not speak.
After the pot burned for a few seconds, Song Jiamu seemed to have reacted. He turned off the fire again, picked up the pot, washed it first, and drained the water inside.
Fire again.
Song Jiamu adjusted the firepower awkwardly. He was usually busy cooking and didn't pay attention to how much fire she used.
Like her, he put his hand on top of the pot to feel the heat of the air - obviously, this action was a bit unnecessary for him, because even if he felt the heat, he didn't know if it was the right temperature.
When he felt that it was almost done, he started to pour the oil, a little bit at a time. If he felt it was not enough, he would add a little more, and then a little more.
Looking at his clumsy but serious look, Yun Shuqian felt that he was so cute. She leaned against the door gently, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised a slight arc.
Song Jiamu began to stir-fry the meat, and carefully poured the meat into the pot. A sizzling sound came from the pot. He took the spatula and turned it over in the pot. She always felt that the spatula was very obedient in her hands.
Once it was in his hands, it became disobedient.
But at first glance, it still looks a bit like a chef. After all, it has the bonus of an apron and good looks. Let’s not talk about the fried dishes, at least it is still pleasing to the eye.
Song Jiamu remembered the live broadcasts he often saw when he was watching videos. The female anchor was cooking. She was wearing a pure and sexy suspender skirt, revealing two big white legs and a large area of white skin on her chest. She didn't know how the food was.
, but it does not prevent many people from coming to 'learn how to cook'
Gradually, he smelled the aroma of meat, and a lot of fat in the pork belly was fried. He quickly poured the onions in the plate and continued to stir-fry.
It's strange, why does he smoke so much when cooking?
Just as he was thinking about it, the pretty figure at the door walked into the kitchen. Behind him, a white and tender arm stretched out and started the range hood above the wok. Only then did the large smoke of fireworks be taken away by the range hood.
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"...I was a little nervous and accidentally forgot about it."
"pig."
Song Jiamu concentrated on cooking. The girl did not go out after entering the kitchen.
She stood behind him.
Song Jiamu's abdominal muscles tightened slightly, and a pair of soft hands gently placed on his waist from behind.
First, the index finger and thumb gently pinched the itchy flesh on his waist, and then the other fingers slowly came down. The arm moved forward, the palms closed forward, and got into the gap of the apron. The girl's slender and well-proportioned hands surrounded him.
Ten tender fingers clasped tightly around his waist, pressing against his strong belly.
There was a low, long, and pleasant breathing sound coming from behind. The sound came from the young girl's throat, and it sounded like feathers fluttering in the ears.
She gave a satisfied 'hmm', and then Song Jiamu felt a warm, soft and delicate body pressing against his back.
They were so close, as if they would never be separated again. She closed her eyes, with a touching smile on her lips, and rubbed her face against his back like a cat.
The girl's body fragrance spread little by little, and together with the smoke of the kitchen fireworks, surrounded him, making Song Jiamu's heart feel warm and settled.
"Then next time I wait for you to cook, I will hold you like this." Song Jiamu said.
Every man has imagined that the girl he loves is cooking, and then he hugs her from behind, right?
You can stick close to her, feel her twisting in your arms, then put your chin on her shoulder and bury your nose between her neck and hair. Thinking about it makes you very happy and erotic.
"No." Yun Shuqian rejected him without hesitation.
If he held her like this while she was cooking, why would he need to eat? He might as well eat her.
"Why can you?" Song Jiamu made an unfair sound.
"I'm the president, and I'm not like you. Don't think I don't know. Every time you hold me for more than five seconds, you will start acting like that..."
Yun Shuqian complained, but her hands were dishonestly touching his soft belly.
Song Jiamu looked down and saw that her hands were hidden inside the apron, so he couldn't see her hands, but he could feel her little hands moving around in the apron. This kind of stimulation was comparable to her hands on the apron.
It's much stronger outside.
"Sister, stop touching it, don't you have it yourself?"
"It doesn't matter if it's a boy, just touch it for me."
"There will be a reaction."
Hearing what he said, the girl behind him stiffened and pinched him angrily. Then she hugged him obediently and stopped touching him.
This is her cub, her Song Zhutou. What’s wrong with Momo? If this advantage is not given to her, how can it be given to other women?
Although her hands were calmer, it was still very comfortable to hold him like this. The satisfaction in her heart kept emerging. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the spatula stirring. She pressed against his back and smelled him.
The reassuring smell on my body makes me feel comfortable and I am not hungry at all.
Yun Shuqian just hung behind him like a koala, feeling like she was about to fall asleep in a daze. She didn't realize it until Song Jiamu finished cooking the dishes.
I was completely immersed in the satisfaction of holding him like this.
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Song Jiamu packed the last boiled prawns, then put her hands in from both sides of the apron, and opened her little hands that were clasped on his lower abdomen.
Holding her hand, he turned around and gently pinched the bridge of her delicate nose with his index finger: "You have eaten, are you still sleeping?"
"I, I didn't fall asleep. How could I fall asleep while standing?"
Yun Shuqian's face turned red. Her current state was as if she had just woken up, and her consciousness was still between half-dream and half-awake.
She washed her hands and ran over to see the dishes Song Jiamu had prepared.
The boiled prawns were pretty good, after all, they only had to be boiled.
Stir-fried meat with onions... didn't look good. It was fried for too long and the onions were soft. Many of the onions and meat slices were a little burnt on the edges, but they were not mushy.
She picked up a piece of onion with her fingers and tasted it. Objectively speaking, the taste was average, a little bland, but subjectively it had a positive impression. After all, this was Song Jiamu's first time making it, so it could barely be considered delicious.
"How's it going? Is it so delicious that it makes you cry?"
"It's okay. Apart from frying it for too long, adding too little salt, adding too much sugar, and adding too much oil, there are no other problems."
"..."
"Don't look depressed. It's really delicious. Here, try it yourself."
Yun Shuqian twisted another piece of onion, raised it high and fed it to his mouth.
Song Jiamu sucked it in with her fingers and sucked it for a while.
“It’s quite delicious.”
"rogue……"
Yun Shuqian took the dish out, and outside where he couldn't see it, she twisted another piece of meat and ate it secretly, then put the finger he had chewed into her mouth.
Eh? Was the evaluation just now wrong? The girl felt that the food she ate this time was more delicious than before.
Without any elders around, it wouldn't be much more comfortable for two people to eat together.
Two plates of food are placed on the coffee table. The two of them sit next to each other on the sofa, cross-legged or with their feet on the storage compartment under the coffee table. They eat and watch TV at the same time. No one cares about it anyway.
It was like this when they were children. When eating at his house, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian didn't like to eat at the table. They each held a bowl with a lot of vegetables, and ran to the TV together to sit cross-legged on the floor to eat.
"The fat meat is for you to eat..."
Yun Shuqian bit off the lean meat and ate it, and then put the fat meat into his bowl.
"It's so disgusting, Yun Shuqian. I saw you licked the entire piece of meat before taking it out of your mouth."
"I don't!"
Song Jiamu also picked up a shrimp, gnawed off the shell with her mouth, dipped the shrimp in the dipping sauce, and put it into her bowl.
Both of them ate happily, and their shoulders bumped from time to time.
After finishing the meal and packing up, Song Jiamu went home, and Yun Shuqian also started coding.
At about 10:30 in the evening, Song Jiamu came over with Nian Nian in his arms after taking a bath. She also finished taking a bath, her skin was pink and clean, and her whole body exuded the unique fragrance of a girl.
Song Jiamu sat behind her with a hairdryer and blew her hair. She supported the bed with both hands and her legs under her shorts swayed comfortably.
Occasionally, Song Jiamu would wonder, what kind of wonderful experience would it be if he put his hand in the girl's tight thighs and was clamped by her?
Of course, even if you don't do anything, just watching these white and tender legs dangling is still a pleasure. After all, no one except him has the opportunity to appreciate such scenery.
Anyway, sooner or later it will all be his, and he must kiss it when the time comes.
After helping her blow dry her hair, Yun Shuqian climbed onto the bed, lay down horizontally, pulled the pillow aside and hugged it to her chest. When a girl lies flat like this, she should use a pillow to cover her body, and even more so if she doesn't.
The pillow is blocking it.
Song Jiamu also came next to her and lay down on the bed with her. The two of them had no chance to sleep together in the past few days. They spent this hour lying next to each other watching videos or playing games of insulting each other.
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She doesn't know where they will find such a comfortable bed when her parents come back tomorrow.
Children like to play on the bed, and adults also like to play on the bed. This seems to be an innate instinct.
The bed is 1.8 meters wide across the width, which is more than enough for lying horizontally like this, but even though Song Jiamu's head is pressed against the wall, his feet still have to hang outside the edge of the bed.
"Yun Shuqian, shall we play a horse riding game?"
"I don't want to let you ride, you are so heavy now."
Yun Shuqian thought about how she felt stupid in the past. At that time, the two of them were about the same height and shape. When playing horse riding games, she was always happy to be a horse. Song Jiamu also wanted to film her, learning from TV dramas and shouting about driving~!
Drive~!
"Then you ride me, I'll give you some supplies."
"..."
Yun Shuqian was a little moved.
"Huh? How about it, okay?"
"...No, you're so lustful! You, you just want to be a horse, right?"
"Come on, come on, give it a try."
Song Jia climbed up numbly, imitating a horse, and bleated.
Yun Shuqian giggled at his amusement and hit him with a pillow angrily.
"Where is the bleating of the horse? You are obviously a goat!"
"What does the horse sound like?"
"咴咴, chirp, hoo, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!"
"It's still like what you learned."
"Get out of here!"
Yun Shu smiled lightly and hit him, but she still couldn't resist the temptation of the horse. She giggled, stood up from the bed, and sat astride Song Jiamu's back.
Nian Nian thought it was funny when he saw it, and jumped onto Song Jiamu's back with a little jump.
Song Jiamu carried the girl and the cat on his back and walked twice on the bed.
"ah……"
Yun Shuqian giggled and was so amused by him that she grabbed his shoulders with both hands and folded her legs to hold his waist. However, she was still a little unsteady and rolled off the horse with an ouch.
Then Song Ma'er let out a bleating sound and rushed over to tickle her with his fingers.
"The horses have rebelled!"
"Ah, disgusting! Disgusting!"
Yun Shuqian smiled so hard that she was out of breath. She patted him with her little hands and kicked him with her little feet. After some ambiguous play, her little face turned red and her big eyes became wet.
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Both of them were tired, so they lay down facing each other, each other's breathing was a little quick, and their faces were very close to each other.
Song Jiamu looked at her big eyes, and she squinted, gently came over, closed her eyes, and kissed him softly on the lips.
When they separated again, she became more vigilant and pulled the quilt to cover herself, for fear that Song Maer's bestiality would show up.
"It's past eleven o'clock." Song Jiamu reminded the time annoyingly.
Yun Shuqian was very curious, why does it always feel like this hour passes so quickly? Is someone maliciously manipulating time?
"Song Jiamu."
"Um?"
"you……"
She hesitated to speak, until her face turned even redder, and then she said in a voice as small as a mosquito: "Do you want to sleep in my room tonight like you did before?"
"Meat?"
"What kind of meat?"
She was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses and angrily covered his head with a pillow and punched him twice.
"what's on your mind?!"
"sorry……"
Song Jiamu knew that she actually just wanted him to accompany her and hold her to sleep. If her mother hadn't gotten up very early these days, the reserved girl would have been unable to hold back her words.
But he didn't expect that she would want him to sleep with her to this extent. After all, Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu would be back tomorrow.
"Are you okay?" Seeing that Song Jiamu didn't say anything, she couldn't help but ask again. Her voice had a rare hint of coquettishness, it was soft and sweet, and it made people's hearts itch.
"But aren't your parents coming back tomorrow?" Song Jiamu said what she said.
"Well, they didn't get home until four or five in the afternoon. I asked, and they ended their quarantine period at six in the morning. Then they had to go to the company for a meeting and they would never come back." Yun Shuqian said what he had said.
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"Let me think about it." Song Jiamu groaned, looking very distressed.
Seeing him like this, Yun Shuqian became anxious and nudged him gently and quietly, her tone softer and sweeter.
"Okay? It's just for this night. Auntie has no classes tomorrow. She won't get up so early on the weekend. And my parents won't come back so soon. After they come back, we can't do this anymore."
"Okay? Song Jiamu?"
Song Jiamu couldn't stand it. He screamed in his heart and said, "Okay, okay, even if you just sleep, it's okay. After all, this is the arrogant and domineering president! When did she say to him in such a coquettish tone?"
Have you talked?
"Um, I..."
Song Jiamu wanted to speak, but Yun Shuqian stood up.
I thought she was angry, but I didn't expect that she crawled to the end of the bed, bent down and opened the drawer of the wardrobe on the side, and took something out of it.
"I won't sleep with you in vain, I'll give this to you."
He thought it was money, but when she threw it over, Song Jiamu realized that what he was holding was one of her socks.
A very cute little white sock with tender pink lace. It is soft and soft in the hand and has a good texture.
"Yun Shuqian, who do you think I am?!"
"Do you want love? If you don't want it, give it back to me."