"Really! Zhang Sheng really took it out of Chen Shao's bag and gave it to me! How could I buy this thing myself?"
"Then if you don't ask them for it, how can they give you this thing?"
She knew that Song Jiamu's tentative questions just now had bad intentions, and now she finally caught him.
"Today is my birthday..."
"I won't give you this on your birthday!"
"Valentine's Day……"
"Then, you want what they give you?!"
"I admit, I want to use it with you. These three alone cannot express my love for you."
Seeing Yun Shuqian's little face start to turn red, Song Jiamu quickly added: "But wanting to do it is two different things. I just want to secretly save more, because I'm afraid I won't love you enough by then."
Yun Shuqian's face turned redder, and she threw the three chewing gums and the car keys at him in embarrassment.
"Flow, gangster."
Her voice was not high-pitched, and she was probably just feeling extremely embarrassed and a little bit ashamed of being misunderstood by her classmates.
After all, Yuan Caiyi just laughed and wanted to give her a piece of chewing gum. It seems that the difference between her and Song Jiamu is that one took it and the other didn't.
It wasn't that he didn't understand what Song Zhutou was, but he admitted what he was thinking so honestly that Yun Shuqian was at a disadvantage.
These three alone are not enough to express love. How many should he use?
Is there any way to express love to a girl like this? A girl asks you how much you like me, and then you reply that you like me so much that I can even use a box of chewing gum with you. Can this really be said out loud?
Song Jiamu said it, and the girl was shocked. His overbearing preference suddenly touched the apex of her heart, causing all the blood in her body to boil.
She had nowhere to run and hide, and wanted to raise her fist to hit him, but the strength did not flow to her hands, but went to his face.
Song Jiamu easily grabbed her little fist, held her with one hand, bent down and used the other hand to pick up the car keys and chewing gum that fell on the ground.
Yun Shuqian blushed and stared at him. Seeing him put the three chewing gums back into his pocket, she stretched out her little hand towards him again.
"Give me."
"...Don't throw it away! Someone will see it later!"
"I won't throw it away, just give it to me."
Seeing her insistence, Song Jiamu had no choice but to take out the chewing gum again and put it in her tender little palm.
Yun Shuqian closed her palms and grasped the three chewing gums, as if she were grasping charcoal that had just been taken out of the stove. She felt that her little hands were heating up.
He quickly opened his small bag and put the three chewing gums into the innermost compartment.
Song Jiamu looked at her. Occasionally there were students passing by not far away. Yun Shuqian looked like a little girl who had just stolen vegetables from someone else's vegetable patch. She hurriedly covered herself up and put her things away. When she lowered her head,
Red little ears can be seen in the gaps between the hair.
It wasn't until she zipped up the bag, turned the bag in front of her, and pressed the bag with her two little hands that she seemed relieved.
"Let's go!"
"oh oh……"
Song Jiamu didn't dare to ask any more questions and hurriedly took out the electric scooter, took out the helmet and put it on for her.
She pulled down the helmet visor, climbed into the back seat of his car, hugged his waist, and pinched him twice. Song Jiamu was like a horse that had been whipped. He turned the accelerator and the electric car sputtered.
It started to open slowly.
After leaving the school and reaching the road, Yun Shuqian pulled up her mask. The wind blew across her cheeks, and she felt a refreshing breath of relief.
"That thing..."
"I confiscated it!" Her voice was loud.
"oh."
"Also...the ones that aunt gave you last time, you, when you go back later, you have to give them to me for safekeeping."
"Why is this?"
"Did you use it?" she asked.
"No..." Song Jiamu was glad that he was not curious enough to use it as a balloon filled with water.
"You're not allowed to use it anyway, so bring it over and I'll keep it for you." She blushed and murmured in a low voice.
"Then if you don't use it with me, how can I use it myself?" Song Jiamu complained, and received another pinch on the waist.
For a reserved girl who follows the rules and never does anything inappropriate, occasionally playing humiliating games with Song Jiamu shamelessly is just a normal thing within a reasonable range that makes both parties happy.
If Song Zhutou really dares to act recklessly, she, Yun Shuqian, will definitely bite off a lot of places on his body.
As the electric car moved slowly, the shy and annoyed mood she felt earlier also eased. She pressed her whole body against his back as usual, looking at his side face with big eyes exposed from one side of his shoulders.
.
"Song Jiamu, if you dare to mess with me, you will be dead, you know."
"Then what if you mess with me?"
"Why would I do anything to you?"
"Then how do you evaluate the meaning of the word 'chaotic'?"
"If I think it is, it is, and if I think it is not, it is no. I am the president, and you entered the club and read the manifesto."
"...I want to quit the club!"
"you dare."
"Then I might as well die in resistance, being oppressed and squeezed by you every day, and having you touch and marry me as you please."
After hearing what he said, Yun Shuqian's little hand that was touching his abdominal muscles calmed down and asked curiously: "Then how are you going to resist me?"
She is not afraid of him. If he dares to go too far, she will report it to Aunt Li and let Aunt Li make the decision for her.
"I'm going to use the belt you gave me to tie you to the chair, then take off your socks, stuff them into my mouth, and then use the softest feather on the cat-teasing stick to tickle you
Soles of the feet!”
Song Jiamu said cruel words, and just thinking about it made his expression show excitement.
She subconsciously shrank her white shoes and pinched him with her knee angrily.
Although she didn't think the belt she gave him was long enough to tie her to the chair, it was still enough to tie her because of her petite stature. If not, just tie her wrists or ankles.
.
Thinking of Song Jiamu's foot control element, his threat still worried her.
After all, there was a kind of punishment in the past, which was to tie the prisoner, rub honey on the soles of his feet, and then lead him to a sheep.
There was no sheep around, so Song Jiamu might as well have put ice cream on the soles of her feet and then performed the show himself. After all, he was a man who could stuff her socks into her mouth.
"You can't do this!"
Yun Shuqian was startled, not expecting Song Jiamu to be so vicious.
"Scared?"
"Go to hell..."
Yun Shuqian pinched him, but Song Jiamu laughed triumphantly. It was really exciting just thinking about it.
…
It was hot at noon, so Song Jiamu didn't go for too long on his electric bike and went straight back home.
Today is still a working day, and the elders are not at home at noon. The two of them, who had not cooked for themselves for a long time, started cooking by themselves.
"Is your mother coming back soon?"
"You can go home and eat instant noodles by yourself, I didn't ask you to come over."
Yun Shuqian, who said this, suddenly felt relaxed all over. Sure enough, her thinking was different from another perspective. If she asked him to come over, she would be very nervous, but if he came over by himself, she would be very calm.
Yun Shuqian opened the refrigerator. There wasn't much work for the two of them to eat. There were some leftovers from last night. If it was an outsider, she would be embarrassed to let others eat the leftovers, but it didn't matter to Song Jiamu. After all, the two of them
People are in a relationship where they can feed off each other.
Wash and cook the rice, then take out a bag of green vegetables to pick, and then heat the leftovers.
She was picking vegetables in the kitchen sink. When she heard the noise and turned around, Song Jiamu appeared in front of her with a bouquet of gorgeous roses in his hand. He looked at her with a smile.
The scene of him holding roses had appeared many times in her dreams. Even when she recalled it now, the scene was still clear - the sky was filled with red sunset, the sycamore leaves were falling on the road, the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and he walked towards her romantically.
He handed the rose to her hand, then lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and they walked slowly together in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Now that I think about it, it's just a little girl's fantasy of love in her dream. It's not as real as him standing at the door of the kitchen wearing slippers and beach pants, holding roses, and full of plain and warm fireworks.
Yun Shuqian just stared at him blankly for a few seconds. He forgot to turn off the faucet and overflowed the entire small plastic basin.
She turned back, turned off the faucet, and turned back again. He was still standing holding the rose, but he took a step toward her. When she looked over, he stood still.
So Yun Shuqian turned his head back.
"One, two, three, wooden man!"
She quickly turned back, and Song Jiamu took another step forward, then stood still.
She continued to turn her head and then looked back.
So every time she saw him, he became closer to her, which gave her an extremely strong sense of reality and proximity.
Yun Shuqian knew this was not a dream.
Just when she turned back for the last time and counted 'one, two, three' with her eyes closed, a warm hug suddenly held her in her arms.
"ah……"
She smiled tenderly, and when she opened her eyes again, the bouquet of roses was right in front of her face. The faint fragrance of roses lingered on the tip of her nose, making her unable to help but take a deep breath.
"Happy Valentine's Day, my Miss Yun." Song Jiamu was behind her, his face close to her ear, his hot and moist breath blowing into her ear. His voice seemed to come from a dream.
"You said it this morning."
"But I will say it again."
"I don't want to hear the same thing."
"Happy 520, this bouquet of roses is for Miss Yun who said, "I want to spend one night with her, but seven is not enough."
"What seven?"
"The one you hid in your bag."
"……abnormal."
As she said this, Song Jiamu leaned over to kiss her cheek, and then sucked her gummy earlobe.
Yun Shuqian felt her body become weak and trembled slightly like chaff. She could no longer hold the vegetables in her hands and fell back to the water with a clatter.
The water in the rice cooker began to boil, and steam came out of the lid.