After Yun Shuqian recovered from her cold, she promised Uncle Yun two days ago that she would take her for a run in the evening and the plan was put on the agenda.
At 9:30 on Thursday night, Song Jiamu finished typing and changed into his usual running shorts, vest and sneakers.
"Mom, I took Yun Shuqian and Nian Nian to run together."
"Are you going so late?"
"Run for a little while."
Song Jiamu said hello, took the keys and mobile phone and went out.
Li Yuan was cracking melon seeds and watching TV, then she reacted and looked at the sleeping cat lying on the sofa next to her.
"Feinian, didn't you go jogging with him?"
"Meow."
Nian Nian is just a little kitten. How does he know why he is still at home? Also, his name is not Fei Nian!
Although people always talk about having a good year and so on, which is the most simple wish of ordinary human beings, but every year always feels uncomfortable.
It turned over, closed its eyes, listened to the sound of the TV, and fell asleep again.
Song Jiamu came to the house next door, and the person who opened the door was Xu Ying.
"Jiamu, come on in and sit down."
"No, auntie, Yun Shuqian and I are going for a run. I'm too lazy to change my shoes before entering the house."
Xu Ying shouted into the room: "Qianqian, Jiamu is looking for you to go for a run!"
"oh!"
Before coming, Song Jiamu sent her a WeChat message, and Yun Shuqian had already changed her clothes.
She usually still wears casual trousers and T-shirts at school. Only when she is at home and with Song Jiamu, she will change into shorts. After all, her legs are too white and she always looks very eye-catching.
To go for a run tonight, Yun Shuqian put on a pair of sports shorts. They were made of cotton and beige. The openings of the shorts were very loose, and two jade bamboo-like legs extended out from under the openings. There was always something that made her feel comfortable.
The urge to put your hand into the mouth of your shorts and explore upwards.
The T-shirt is also light-colored, and the hem is wrapped inside the shorts, because the T-shirt is relatively loose. If it is not wrapped inside the pants, the hem of the T-shirt will cover the shorts, making it look like you are not wearing pants, and it will feel even worse.
Sorry.
Her hair is also tied into a ponytail, and when she runs, it beats in a sweet arc on the back of her neck.
"You just wear slippers to run?" Xu Ying asked.
"...No way."
Yun Shuqian came to the door, and when she was about to go out, her mother reminded her, and she remembered that she hadn't changed her shoes yet.
I had no choice but to sit down on the small bench next to the entrance, take out a pair of white shoes from the shoe cabinet and put on them.
She sat next to her and changed her shoes, while Song Jiamu and Xu Ying stood talking at the door.
"Okay, Mom, I'm going for a run."
"Be safe on the road, exercise more is good for your health."
Yun Shuqian followed Song Jiamu out of the house. She was much calmer now. After all, they went for a run or something together. It was normal for this level of closeness to be shown in front of her parents.
The two of them were quite reserved when they walked out. They didn't hold hands, they just whispered and walked to the elevator.
Xu Ying closed the door and walked to the invisible corner of the elevator corridor, and the two of them hooked up with each other's hands.
They hooked up all the way to the gate of the community. When they saw the guard, Uncle Liu, moved a chair to the side to enjoy the cool air, they did not let go of their hands like before.
"Where is Uncle Liu enjoying the cool weather?"
"The natural wind is still comfortable. Where are you going so late?"
"running!"
"Don't you run early in the morning? Why don't you run at night too?"
"haha, yes."
The two young men left, and Uncle Liu lay on the couch and looked at them, holding their shaky little hands.
It's been so many years, but I didn't expect to see these two guys holding hands and staggering in and out of the community again.
At his age, he is much more sensitive to the passage of time and changes. He likes the job of a doorman, not only because it is boring, but also because he can see the changes in many people, which is actually quite interesting.
Uncle Liu shook his cattail leaf fan, closed his eyes and squinted again.
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"Come on, let's warm up first."
"...really, really want to run away?!"
Seeing Song Jiamu's serious look, Yun Shuqian was also stunned. Didn't he look for opportunities to come out without shame? Why did he really want to run?
"Then if you don't sweat a little, are you embarrassed to go back? Madam Yunzhu is about to warm up."
"you are a pig!"
Yun Shuqian was a little timid at the thought of running. She looked unhappy and followed Song Jiamu to do warm-up exercises.
Song Jiamu quite admired her. She could do warm-up exercises with him while insisting on showing her displeasure and resentment. What kind of spirit was this?
Although she is delicate and domineering, she is not willful and knows exactly what she should do and what she should not do. This is part of her character and what fascinates Song Jiamu the most.
There were quite a lot of people on the road at this time. Song Jiamu and she were pressing their legs, stretching, turning their ankles, and jumping on the spot on this busy roadside, attracting the curious eyes of passers-by from time to time.
Yun Shuqian was thin-skinned and felt a little embarrassed to be looked at like this. Then he looked at Song Jiamu beside him. He seemed to be the only one in the world.
"A lot of people are watching. Do you do this every morning before running?"
"Yes, after buying breakfast, I still carry it while running. Now that the weather is so hot, sometimes I even run shirtless."
"Okay, I admit that Song Zhutou, your shamelessness is truly unparalleled."
"What are you afraid of? I'm with you."
On the contrary, if Yun Shuqian were asked to run on the street or do warm-up exercises by herself, she would definitely not do it.
After finishing the warm-up exercise, Song Jiamu took her and started running.
Considering her physical strength, Song Jiamu ran very slowly. Yun Shuqian followed him. She was on the far right, and Song Jiamu was on the left to protect her. She didn't worry about hitting pedestrians or bicycles.
Compared with running during the day, running at night is much cooler, but even so, after running four hundred meters, Yun Shuqian felt that her body temperature had risen and her breathing began to become rapid.
"Song, Jia, wood."
"Um?"
Compared with her state, Song Jiamu looked like a normal person. His breathing was still steady and his steps were still so light that Yun Shuqian wondered if there were springs in his shoes.
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Yun Shuqian still spoke word by word, but excitement appeared on his expression.
"What? What did you find out again?" Song Jiamu asked curiously.
"My father and mother will go back abroad on June 1st, and they haven't finished their work there yet."
Yun Shuqian felt that she couldn't be excited about this kind of thing. She obviously heard that her parents were going abroad for a long time, so she should be as depressed as usual. But she could control her brain, but she couldn't.
I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth, and the sparkle in my big eyes was as exciting as hearing that a typhoon was coming and the school was going to have a week off.
So what her brain was thinking conflicted with the subconscious expression of her facial expression. She seemed to have a bug, with a sad expression on her mouth, but excitement in her eyes.
"Uncle and aunt are going abroad? On June 1st?"
Unlike Yun Shuqian, Song Jiamu's tone and expression were excited when he heard the news.
"You, what do you mean by this expression? Are you very happy that my father and mother are going abroad?" Yun Shuqian said righteously.
"No... what I mean is that your parents have only been back for half a month and they are going back. Don't be too sad. After all, it is necessary for work. There is nothing you can do about it. Even if your uncle and aunt are not here, it will be fine. You still have me."
"
"Humph, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. You must have heard that my parents are going on a business trip, so you can act unscrupulously."
"...Don't just talk about me, I think you seem to be quite happy too."
"Nonsense, nonsense!"
Because she was running and talking at the same time, Yun Shuqian was out of breath within a short while.
"Song, Jia, Mu, how long do we have to run?"
"It's only eight hundred meters!"
Song Jiamu took out his mobile phone and looked at it, "It's just the distance you girls normally take for physical examinations, so what's wrong with this?"
He didn't say that the distance was not bad. As soon as he said that he had run 800 meters, Yun Shuqian immediately felt that all the strength in his body was drained out and his legs were too heavy to move forward.
Beads of sweat broke out on her smooth forehead, sliding down her cheeks and rolling onto her delicate collarbones, which had a different kind of luster under the light of the street lamp.
"It's already eight hundred meters?! No, no, no, I don't want to run away..."
"Hold on for another four hundred meters, and then we'll take a rest." Song Jiamu coaxed.
"I don't want it anymore...my legs are so sore! I can't even breathe!"
"Four hundred meters, just four hundred meters. We have to run at least 1,200 meters before we can rest. Our speed is already very slow."
"Don't you feel tired?"
"I run six kilometers every morning. What do you think? I haven't even broken out yet."
Normally, when I heard him running six kilometers or seven kilometers, I didn't feel anything. I just thought it was a number. Only when I started running did I realize how powerful Song Jiamu was and how durable he was. If she were to run six kilometers with him, how could she
Aren't you going to be screwed?
"Then four hundred meters!"
"Okay, come on, stop talking."
Yun Shuqian closed his mouth and began to run forward in a muffled voice.
After running only about a hundred meters, she felt sore and tired again. Just when she was about to slow down, Song Jiamu broke a wicker stick on the side of the road and slapped her little buttocks hard.
"Ah! What are you doing?"
"Run quickly. You must keep going tonight, otherwise you will run less and less next time. Move quickly!"
Song Jiamu whipped her again with the willow stick. The force was naturally not strong, but the whipping action was still strangely powerful.
Yun Shuqian felt pain and started running again with a groan.
Whenever she slowed down and wanted to be lazy, Song Jiamu would slap her with the wicker, and Yun Shuqian kept up with it, and started moving with a huff and a puff.
As he smoked, Song Jiamu became a little addicted, until Yun Shu blushed slightly, snatched the wicker from his hand in shame, and chased him to smoke.
"Ah! Yun Shuqian! I wasn't so strong just now!"
"Run! Run faster!"
With the wicker in hand, Yun Shuqian also felt the pleasure he had just had, and suddenly became energetic. She chased after him with the wicker and pumped it on him time and time again.
After the roles were reversed, she felt that she could run more easily thanks to the excitement of beating Song Jiamu. She finally stopped until she could no longer keep up with Song Jiamu's pace.
She stopped, and Song Jiamu stopped running forward, turned around and ran back to her.
"How's it going? Do you feel like you're amazing? You ran...1,500 meters!"
"One thousand five hundred meters?!"
Hearing Song Jiamu say that she had run so far in one breath, Yun Shuqian was also shocked. Her breathing suppressed her young chest as if it was about to explode, but joy filled her brows again.
"Didn't you say you only ran 1,200 meters? You lied to me and ran an additional 300 meters!"
Yun Shuqian spoke intermittently, and then raised the wicker in her hand to swipe at him.
"Hey, you're addicted to smoking, aren't you?"
"Song Jiamu, I actually ran 1,500 meters?"
"Yes, Yun Chong Chong broke the record."
For a moment, Yun Shuqian realized the joy of running. In the past, when she ran in school, one lap was 800 meters, and her body seemed to be fixed to this level. Every time she finished a lap, she immediately felt that she had reached her limit.
But I didn’t expect that the distance I ran tonight was almost equivalent to two laps at school.
Of course, if you let her run by herself, she might not reach the 400 meters, so she would just go back home and lie on the bed reading a book.
Although he broke his own long-distance running record, apart from his mood, Yun Shuqian was almost broken at the moment.
The summer night was cooler than the day, but it was still relatively hot. She sweated a lot, her chest and back were soaked with sweat, her hair stuck to her face, and her fair skin turned crimson.
Under the light of the street lamp, the girl's white and tender thighs were also sweating a lot, and their skin was moist.
"Walk for a while?"
"I don't want it. I can't walk anymore. Let's find a place to sit..."
Like a kitten looking for a place, she lowered her head and searched for a place to sit. When she was about to sit down on the edge of a road, Song Jiamu held her firmly.
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"..."
Yun Shuqian gave him a resentful look.
Song Jiamu walked forward, but she stood still.
Song Jiamu had already taken three steps away, but she was still standing there.
Song Jiamu stopped and looked back at her. She suddenly burst into laughter, ran forward a few steps, then jumped hard, hugged his neck, and threw herself on his back.
"Ouch."
"Carry me there!"
"Are you so lazy? My President!"
"You carry me across!"
Yun Shuqian hung tightly on his back like a koala, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Song Jiamu had no choice but to hold her legs and carry her forward.
Only then did she relax, all her strength was relieved, and her body became limp.
She hugged his neck and rested her face comfortably on his shoulder. Both of them were sweating a lot, and the contact between skin and skin looked greasy.
It was very easy for Song Jiamu to carry her on his back. She was as light as a kitten.
"Song Jiamu, you stink!"
"Then I won't carry you."
"No, no, no, no, Song Jiamu, you smell so good..."
Yun Shuqian quickly changed her words and rubbed her face against his neck. She didn't dislike the sweat on his body at all. At the same time, she wiped her own sweat on him, like a kitten leaving scent marks on her belongings.
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After walking to the riverside, the night breeze blew and it was cool.
Song Jiamu found a stone bench and put her down half-bent.
Yun Shuqian held the chair with both hands, stretched out her beautiful legs, placed her heels on the ground, and swayed gently on her toes.
"Song Jiamu, I want to drink water."
"I have it in my mouth."
As he spoke, Song Jiamu pouted and came closer. Yun Shuqian pressed his face and pushed him away angrily.
"Then wait for me for a while."
"Hey, here's the money."
Yun Shuqian opened the payment code and gave him the phone. Song Jiamu ran to the convenience store nearby and bought a bottle of Pulse.
After unscrewing the lid, she held the water bottle in both hands and took a few sips. Then Song Jiamu took it and took a few more sips.
"Would you like to drink more?"
"I feel better after drinking."
Song Jiamu screwed on the lid, sat down next to Yun Shuqian, and placed the pulse on his left hand side.
"Song Jiamu, my legs are so sore, can you help me massage them?"
"Please be sure to use me as much as you like!"
Hearing what she said on her own initiative, Song Jiamu moved very quickly. As if he was afraid that she would regret it, he hugged her white and tender legs and put them on his own lap. The girl's sitting posture also changed to face-facing.
He sat sideways, so close to him that people from far away could not see clearly and might think she was sitting on his lap.
Yun Shuqian was sweating, but it didn't stink at all. Instead, there was a strange fragrance that attracted him.
"You, what are you doing?!"
"Help me take off your shoes..."
"I won't take off my clothes! How uncivilized!"
"It doesn't matter if it's late at night."
Song Jiamu held her legs with his right hand, untied her shoelaces with his left hand, grabbed her heels and took them off, revealing her cute little feet wearing light blue short cotton socks.
Not to mention, after taking off my shoes, my feet felt so cool and refreshing.
Then Song Jiamu took off her pair of light blue cotton socks, and the girl's delicate white feet were fully exposed.
Song Jiamu's palms could easily wrap around her little feet. Just after she finished exercising, her soles were slightly sweaty, and she was holding them warmly.
"Won't you let me press it?"
Song Jiamu's hand was kicked away by her. The girl's toes were curled up, and her left foot was stacked on top of her right foot, giving him no chance to grab one of the feet with one hand.
"...Do you call that pressing?"
Yun Shu blushed slightly and glared at him. She didn't know what Song Jiamu was.
"Then where do you feel sore?"
"Calf..."
So Song Jiamu breathed into the palm of his hand, rubbed it quickly until it was very hot, and then wrapped his palm on her calf.
Yun Shuqian's calf is the best thing Song Jiamu has ever touched. It is soft and elastic, and the skin is as delicate as new cotton in early summer.
She had just finished running, and the skin of her calves was still slightly sweaty. His palms wrapped around her calves, and he gently squeezed and pressed them. When he pinched the sore part, she couldn't help but shrink her legs.
, a heart-wrenching humming sound came from the young throat.
"Take it easy..."
"Then try this again."
First, he squeezed it for her with his hot palm, then picked up the still cold bottle of Pulse and pressed the bottle against the skin of her calf.
The warmth she had just felt was instantly replaced by coldness, and a feeling like an electric shock made her body tense up.
Song Jiamu held the bottle and helped her cool it starting from her calves, all the way to her knees and then to her tight thighs.
Yun Shuqian clamped the bottle to prevent him from freezing it again.
There was already sweat on the skin, but being cooled down by the cold bottle made it even more wet.
She took out a tissue from her pocket, and Song Jiamu took one out and gently wiped the sweat from her face and neck.
Occasionally, passers-by walking by the river would pass in front of the stone chair. Yun Shuqian, who was in such an ambiguous posture, would shyly bury her head in Song Jiamu's chest. She would not raise her head again until the others had gone away.
"You might as well sit on my lap, I'll hold you and tell you stories."
"I'll run by myself and sit on your lap? Song Zhutou, how dare you think...ah!"
Before she finished speaking, Song Jiamu used the same posture as the princess's previous hug, his left hand came under her knees, his right hand went under her armpit, and with a little force, he was almost sitting on his lap.
The girl picked him up to a height of more than ten centimeters, and when he put him down again, she was sitting on his lap.
She was originally sitting on a stone chair, but now she was sitting on his lap. The feeling was completely different.
Yun Shuqian blushed instantly and was about to come down coyly.
But Song Jiamu held her tightly, her legs were jumping up and down, and he hugged her legs tightly with his left hand;
She struggled with her arm, and he held her arm tightly with his right arm.
Until she could no longer move her hands and feet, Yun Shuqian began to twist her body.
Song Jiamu's face turned red, his Adam's apple rolled, he hugged her tightly, and then put his lips to hers.
As if a switch had been pressed, Yun Shuqian finally obediently stopped moving.
But just as his lips left, she started to move again.
Song Jiamu had no choice but to warn her in her ear: "Don't move any more! Otherwise I won't have any pants to change into!"
"……What?"
"What do you think?"
"...Rogue, pervert, let me go."
"That's only for you, Yun Shuqian, I like you to death."
"..."
The girl didn't say anything. After feeling it calmly, she felt dangerous and ashamed. Her face was so red that it was dripping with water. She stared at him with a pair of big eyes in shame.
"what did you just say?"
"Yun Shuqian, I love you so much."
"What?"
"Yun Shuqian, I love you so much."
"Didn't hear clearly."
"Yun Shuqian! I, Song Jiamu, love you so much!"
This time, Song Jiamu shouted out so loudly that passers-by couldn't help but turn around and look.
Yun Shuqian didn't expect that he would suddenly go crazy. The surrounding eyes were like magnifying glasses focusing the sun's rays. The focus was on her face. She blushed instantly and hurriedly buried her head in his arms.
He also refused to raise his head.
But she finally sat obediently and stopped moving, and Song Jiamu hugged her tightly with satisfaction. Even though the weather was very hot now, he felt completely satisfied holding such a warm and soft girl.
"You're crazy! What if someone you know happened to be around... I'm so embarrassed!"
"Didn't you say you didn't hear it?"
Gradually, Yun Shuqian also relaxed. She curled up her legs, turning her whole body into a small one. She wrapped her arms around his waist and huddled comfortably in his arms.
Occasionally she would make a malicious move, then raise her eyes to secretly observe his rolling Adam's apple, and always keep an eye on slapping away his hands that were crossing his knees.
Humph, even if I was taken advantage of, I would never let him have an easy time!
"Song Jiamu."
"……Um?"
"You, can you give me a rose tomorrow..."
"tomorrow?"
"Well, it's your birthday...and then, Valentine's Day."
When she said the last three words, her voice became so low, just sitting in his arms, so pure and tender.
The girl's sweetest heart actually bloomed like this, like a dew-stained flower. When the petals were peeled off, the fragrant heart released in an instant was so mesmerizing that Song Jiamu couldn't help but hug her tightly again.
her, and lowered his head to kiss her.
After a while, Yun Shuqian pushed him away and asked with a red face: "So do you want to send it away or not?"
"It seems like there's no reason to give roses to a young tamed dye on Valentine's Day, right?"
"Then it makes sense to put the baby on your lap and then kiss her to death?"
"The flowers are in your mouth. I'll look for them carefully. If I find them, I'll give them to you."
"Well……"
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(It’s hard to separate, so I posted them together. There won’t be any tonight. Let’s go to bed early. In addition, the update time at noon will be changed to 9.58 in the morning)