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Song Jiamu still raised his hands, he didn't have much armpit hair, and his unique aura of a man hit the girl's face.
Yun Shuqian's face turned even redder, and her heartbeat was about to jump out of her throat. She threw his T-shirt away and hugged him from behind.
She was also wearing short sleeves, and the delicate skin of her arms was in close contact with his hot body. Her little hands fell on his chest, her face was pressed against the back of his neck, and her long hair was scattered on his shoulders.
The scratches on his back and neck made Song Jiamu itchy.
The yawning kitten sitting on the bedside table occasionally looks over here.
See, let's just say that human tails are not useful.
Song Jiamu raised his hands high and his Adam's apple rolled. What kind of strange game is this?
Before he could put his hand down, the girl behind him let go of him and hid under the quilt with a smile.
He was hiding so tightly that occasionally Song Jiamu would gently poke the snail in the quilt with his finger.
The quilt snail moved like a rubber ball, then stretched out a small white leg from the edge of the quilt and kicked it in his direction.
Since I couldn't see him, my kick often hit the air.
But don't underestimate this woman's revenge. When she didn't kick him, she kept kicking him. It wasn't until Song Jiamu took the initiative to put his leg aside and let her kick him that the little white leg retracted back to the quilt with satisfaction.
Go inside.
"Turn off the lights and go to bed!" said the quilt snail.
"Okay, okay." Song Jiamu said.
"Every year, turn off the lights."
"Meow."
Every year it becomes lazier than before. It lies on the bedside table and lazily stretches out its tail to turn off the light. But its tail is a little disobedient, so it rubs the switch with its head and the light turns off with a snap.
After the headlights were turned off, the light of the night light became obvious. It was shaped like a small goldfish and exuded orange light. It had not been unplugged since it was plugged in before. After all, it only had a few watts of power and only cost one yuan for electricity.
It's enough to keep it lit for a whole year.
Song Jiamu picked up the pillows that had been scattered aside and put them next to Yun Shuqian's pillows. He shook the quilt, lay down next to her, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.
In the dim room, the girl hiding under the quilt finally got her head out. Looking at Song Jiamu who was sleeping next to her tonight, her heart was filled with happiness and security like a cup filled with water.
, will overflow.
She moved closer to him and lay on her side.
Song Jiamu also moved his body, squeezing the quilt between the two of them tighter, and lying sideways towards her.
Yun Shuqian's eyes were big and sparkling under the weak light. She blinked and looked at him, and Song Jiamu also looked at her.
A gap opened in her quilt, her little hand came out, and she opened her palm towards him.
"Give me."
"……Is it really possible?"
"Um?"
"...If you want it, I'll give it to you."
"..."
It took a while for Yun Shuqian to understand what this guy was talking about.
Angrily, she clenched her small fist and hit him twice through the quilt, then opened her palm again: "I said I gave you the socks!"
"How can this be like this? Can I get back what I gave to me? Then didn't I sleep in vain because of you tonight?"
"I'm not coming back, I'm just checking."
"what to check for?"
"...to prevent you from doing weird things with my socks, don't think I don't know, you guys are all perverts."
"What a pervert, Yun Shuqian!"
The sock was still in his trouser pocket. Song Jiamu put his hand into his trouser pocket and touched the soft and cute little sock.
He got it in front of the two of them and looked at it carefully in front of Yun Shuqian.
Compared with the socks he wore, the girl's little white socks were much cuter. They were small, with tender pink lace on the top of the socks, and the texture was quite soft. He sniffed it gently, and found a hint of washing powder.
The scent, the smell of lavender.
"...It's so disgusting, Song Jiamu! You are not allowed to smell it!"
Yun Shuqian was embarrassed, so she reached out and snatched the socks back. She had always been very agile when it came to grabbing things.
"give me back!"
"I won't give it to you anymore."
When she didn't give it, Song Jiamu came to snatch her. She hid in the quilt, and Song Jiamu hugged her with the quilt, and then put his arms into the quilt to grope for it like pearls in a river clam.
Yun Shuqian giggled under the quilt and held his big hand tightly.
Seeing that she was about to lose her grip, she whined and bit his wrist.
"Hiss, it hurts!"
Just when Song Jiamu was about to withdraw his hand in pain, he felt his finger being sucked into her mouth.
But after a while, she was no longer happy. She nibbled on his index finger with her little teeth and bit it a little harder.
"hiss!"
Song Jiamu quickly pulled his hand back.
Under the dim light, there were two or three faint tooth marks on the skin above the index finger. Most of the fingers were wet, and the air-conditioned wind was slightly cool.
"Why are you biting me again?"
"You, you didn't wash your hands!"
"……sorry."
It is very simple to judge whether you have washed your hands or not. You can know by eating your own fingers. Of course, the feeling of eating your own fingers is completely different from that of others. You can try it with your roommates.
"You carry it on your back to sleep, carry it on your back..."
"Don't you want me to hold you to sleep?"
"don't want."
Song Jiamu had no choice but to sleep on his back, and the girl behind him gently rubbed against him. She put her quilt on top of him, so that his quilt was the only thing between them.
She hugged him contentedly. The air-conditioning quilt was not thick and she didn't feel hot when she hugged him. Her little head rubbed against his pillow. Song Jiamu had to make some space for her on the other side of the pillow. Her own
The pillow was completely useless, and two people were sleeping on a single pillow.
Yun Shuqian buried her face in the back of his neck, and occasionally pursed her lips and kissed his neck as a reward. When the girl breathed, the soft and hot air blew onto Song Jiamu's skin.
He grabbed Yun Shuqian's little hand that was resting on his body, raised it a little higher, and sucked her tender fingers. He was reluctant to bite her.
"Okay, okay, if I don't give you anything to eat, it will be all saliva..."
"It's disgusting?"
"You are the most disgusting."
She placed her hands on his chest and hugged him tightly.
Both of them closed their eyes, and apart from each other's breathing and the purring of the kitten, they could also hear the sound of rain outside the window.
The rain hit the glass, making a rattling sound. When it rained, every part of his body became sensitive, as if he could hear the whole world. When he held him, Yun Shuqian felt particularly at ease.
"Song Jiamu."
"Um?"
"It's raining."
"Then have a good sleep."
"Good night Song Jiamu."
"Good night Yun Shuqian."
After saying this, Song Jiamu turned around slightly, kissed her forehead, and then rested his mouth on her lips.
Yun Shuqian raised her chin and kissed his lips for five seconds.
Their lips parted, she turned to the side facing the wall, bent her body, and put her back into his arms.
Song Jiamu put his arms around her, gently held her little hand, hugged her, buried his face in the fragrance of her hair, and kissed her hair on her head.
The rain was pouring outside the window, and their breathing gradually became even...