"Song, Song Jiamu...I, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, let's stop for a while..."
"I haven't even broken out yet, so raise your legs and move quickly!"
Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were running on the roadside in Anjiang at night.
After finally reaching a small store located one kilometer away, Yun Shuqian immediately stopped.
"It's been one kilometer! I don't want to run anymore!"
After some exercise, the girl was already covered in sweat. She clasped her hands behind her waist and gasped.
"Why don't you be so precise? My President, it looks like you can run another 400 meters."
Song Jiamu regretted telling her that it was only one kilometer to run to this convenience store, because she didn't remember anything else. She only remembered that it was only one kilometer to run to this convenience store. The extra step was all her fault.
An insult to one's own judgment.
"Anyway, a kilometer is a kilometer."
Yun Shuqian firmly grasped the way to deal with Song Jiamu, she said: "Do you prefer my legs with obvious muscles?"
"Then let's take a rest." Song Jiamu said quickly.
Boys are different from girls. Although having muscles means being fit and healthy, I guess no boy likes girls with lumpy muscles. That would be too perverted.
On the contrary, girls who are soft, soft, white and tender are more likely to arouse boys' interest.
"Carry me."
"It's so hot now."
Song Jiamu was walking in front, but Yun Shuqian didn't care about him. He jogged two steps behind him, jumped on his back with a smile, and then wrapped his two beautiful white legs under his shorts.
on the waist.
"Hey, it's all sweat."
"Then wipe it clean on you!"
Yun Shuqian was like a kitten, wiping her sweaty little face on his clothes, and her thighs, which were sweating a lot, also rubbed them on his clothes.
Song Jiamu had no choice but to stretch out his palm to support her thigh, and squeezed it. It was firm and elastic, with a bit of greasy sweat, and it felt particularly good to the touch.
"ah."
Yun Shuqian punched him twice in annoyance, and Song Jiamu didn't dare to be presumptuous and walked forward honestly carrying her on his back.
Unconsciously, it is already May 30th, and June will be ushered in in one day.
"Song Jiamu."
"Um?"
"Do you know what day tomorrow is?"
The girl's voice sounded a little excited. It was such a hot summer day and she had just finished running. The two of them were walking on their backs like two big stoves stuck together.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Song Jiamu always felt that his back felt much softer than when he carried her before.
Perhaps as the relationship got closer, she became more and more relaxed when lying on his back? Or maybe the girl who had just celebrated her twentieth birthday ushered in her second growth?
Song Jiamu looked forward to one day being able to personally measure it with his hands. Big ones are good, and small ones are wonderful. Compared with the visual impact of the big ones, the small ones require more hands-on experience to appreciate the beauty.
After coming back to his senses, listening to her questions and feeling her mood again, Song Jiamu felt happy.
"Tomorrow is the day your parents go back abroad!"
"...Get out of here, what have you been thinking about all day?"
The girl who was just soft behind his back immediately became fierce, like a deer that had just been caught in the forest, lying on his back and twisting around, hitting him.
"It's the day when our new book will be on the shelves!" Yun Shuqian emphasized each word in his ear.
"...Yun Shuqian, if you want to beat me up, you can just beat me up. There is no need to dig a hole for me to jump." Song Jiamu looked aggrieved.
"Hmph, it's obviously you who thinks about strange things all day long."
Well, he admitted that the first thing that came to his mind was that Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu were going back abroad. When he thought that the two of them could act shamelessly at her house, he completely forgot about putting the new book on the shelf.
Having said that, since the birthday, the attitudes of the parents on both sides towards them have also changed vaguely. They may have confirmed some of their guesses. When looking at them, their eyes always look a little ambiguous. Now, every time he goes out,
, his mother didn’t even bother to ask him where he was, and Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu next door were the same, always creating more space for him and Yun Shuqian to be alone.
However, both parents had a tacit agreement not to expose this matter. Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian also understood that from the perspective of their elders, there were certainly more things to consider.
The main problem now is time. The time when the relationship between the two really started to deteriorate was only a month in all calculations. It was still too short for the elders. It would be hasty to talk about the matter now.
Even though the two have known each other for fifteen years, maybe they have accumulated a lot of experience, the change in their relationship has just begun, and the new relationship is also facing new challenges. Even Li Yuan and Song Chi plan to move in a few days to leave them a house.
, let them experience cohabitation life for themselves. After all, only after living together can we know more clearly whether they are suitable or not, but we are afraid that they will not stop the car immediately after living together, which will cause a big problem.
As people who have been here, the elders clearly know how long a life is. Now that they are interested in seeing each other, let's talk first. They are only twenty years old and can't even get a certificate. There is no point in being anxious. After the love period,
Let’s see if their relationship has changed. After all, the two families have a special relationship. When this kind of thing comes to the table, once you say it, you can never go back on it.
As the parties involved, Yun Shuqian and Song Jiamu also slowly figured out the reason why their elders would kill them without speaking, but one thing is clear is that for the parents of both parties, the elders are happy to see the two of them together.
, anyway, the elders are pretending not to know and letting them fiddle around, which even seems to be adding fuel to the flames.
Carrying Yun Shuqian on his back, he walked to the resting stone chair. During this period, except for the rain, the two of them would go out for a walk together every night, with a fixed route and a fixed resting place. After all, for them, going
Where to go for a walk or where to rest is nothing to think about. It's just an excuse to go out and be alone.
"Come down."
Song Jiamu turned his back to the stone chair and put her down.
Yun Shuqian stepped on the stone chair, holding his shoulders with both hands. The street lamp was next to her, and the light reflected her warm and crimson face, and her white and tender legs under her shorts.
"Song Jiamu, I am much taller than you!"
"How dare you say this while standing on a chair?"
Song Jiamu turned around and put his feet up.
He is 1.83 meters tall, Yun Shuqian is 1.65 meters tall, and the rest chair is about 40 centimeters high. When he puts his feet up like this, Yun Shuqian is still a little taller than him, which makes the girl very worried.
proud.
In front of him was Anjiang, and the wind blowing across the river blew over him and then onto her body. The sweat on her body evaporated, bringing a refreshing feeling.
"Would you like to sit on my lap?" Song Jiamu asked her, holding her little hand.
"No." Yun Shuqian looked at the cruise ship on the river and refused in a low voice.
Song Jiamu understood that for Yun Shuqian at this moment, what she wanted was not gentleness, but unexplained strength.
Due to the girl's reserve, it is not easy for her to shyly agree when he takes the initiative to make a request. Of course, the exception is when she takes the initiative. When she takes the initiative, she likes Song Jiamu like a girl.
Give a shy response.
The most important thing when you like someone is to know what you should do to make her happy.
When Yun Shuqian said "no", Song Jiamu had already put his right hand through her armpit. Then he bent down slightly and put his left hand through the soft curve of her knee.
When the girl exclaimed, "I'm going to fall!", Song Jiamu hugged her while she was standing naughtily on the stone chair.
"ah!"
Yun Shuqian was surprised and laughed at the same time. Princess hugs and other things have to be so unexpected to be exciting.
Her little legs kicked and bounced, and the moment she fell, her little hands tightly hugged his strong shoulders.
Song Jiamu's strength was really too great. After a moment of spinning, she stopped firmly in his arms.
When she swung her legs, he held her legs tightly; when she waved her little hands, he held her little hands tightly.
Song Jiamu sat on the stone chair, and Yun Shuqian was hugged by him and sat on his lap.
Yun Shuqian only resisted for a moment, and then she fell into his arms as if she couldn't resist the law of two magnets attracting each other.
The weather is really hot.
His arms were also so hot, like a heated sofa cushion, and someone had maliciously hidden a long TV remote control under the cushion, causing her to twist around uncomfortably.
"Don't move..." Song Jiamu hugged her tightly.
"...Are you thinking again, 'Ah, it's Yun Shuqian, it's Yun Shuqian'?" The girl's face was a little red. She raised her eyes to look at him, and her eyes looked particularly big.
"But aren't you just Yun Shuqian?" Song Jiamu hugged her with one hand, reached behind her head with the other hand, took off the soft hair tie, and her hair, which was tied into a ponytail, naturally spread out.
.
Although Song Jiamu told her not to move, Yun Shuqian still moved maliciously, gently grabbing his T-shirt with her white hands. The light from the street lamp shone on the side of her face, and she buried her face in his chest.
Feeling his breath, I closed my eyes.
My breathing rate is faster than usual, my heartbeat is also faster, and all I can think about is 'Ah, it's Song Jiamu, it's Song Jiamu's.'
Song Jiamu's hand fell on her thigh, dripping with sweat, and then moved his palm to her knee, kneading her knee after running.
Then the palm of his hand went down further and landed on her calf, wrapping her completely relaxed calf from below. This area was so soft that you would never get tired of it no matter how much you played with it.
Finally, his palms fell on her white shoes, and with a gentle pull of his fingers, he tore off her shoelaces, held her heels, and took off the shoes.
Two feet wearing small white socks were exposed. The length of the socks just reached her ankles. He took off the socks on one of the girl's feet, but left the other one on.
Yun Shuqian buried her face deeper in his arms.
She didn't say a word during this period, and she looked as if she had fainted, but in fact her attention was entirely on his palm, and she knew exactly where his palm passed.
Somewhat shyly, he folded the little foot that he had taken off his socks and hid it under the other little foot that didn't take off his socks, but his palms had already touched her heels, and his generous, gentle and slightly sweaty palms wrapped her around.
He rubbed her delicate heels carefully, then moved to the arch of her feet, and then to the soles of her feet. Her feet were so small that he could easily play with them with one hand.
Occasionally, Yun Shuqian was unhappy when he pinched her, and she wanted to reach out and slap his hand away, but his hands were so long, and they were all on her feet, and hers were short.
Can't even touch him.
So she had to grab his arm, pull his hand over, and put it back on her outer thigh.
"Song Jiamu, we told my parents to go out for a run every night, and we stay like this for forty minutes within an hour. Isn't it bad?"
"What?! We actually wasted twenty minutes running?!"
"...You just thought I ran too little."
"I suddenly realized that between the two of us, my physical strength is enough."
In fact, the two of them go out to run for an hour every night, and most of the sweat on their bodies is produced during rest.
Looking from the rest chair to the river, the colorful neon lights are changing colors, and when the cruise ship passes by, the water surface sparkles.
He hugged Yun Shuqian's legs and her shoulders tightly. Under the street lights, her side face buried in his chest looked so delicate, small and cute. There were beads of sweat on her skin, and there were beads of sweat on her neck and collarbone.
If it's wet, it hasn't been steamed dry.
He was inadvertently fascinated by the girl who stayed in his arms even though it was extremely hot.
Occasionally, Yun Shuqian would secretly glance at him to see if he was looking at the scenery or his legs. When she saw him looking at her face without blinking, the girl's lips raised into a proud smile.
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"...Yun Shuqian, don't think that just because we are familiar with each other, we can be so perverted when we talk."
"Who knows you very well?"
Yun Shu lightly hummed and buried her face into his hot chest. This was a chest that could satisfy all the girl's fantasies about men.
Maybe it's because the two of them are so familiar with each other. They even know exactly how old the other person was when he stopped wetting the bed. There are so many embarrassing things and scandals. When facing him, Yun Shuqian doesn't have to worry about his image.
Yes, whatever the stimulus comes from.
The two are indeed in love, but Yun Shuqian never thinks that she is his girlfriend. Of course, this is definitely not because it is more exciting when she is not shy with him, absolutely not!
It’s because she feels that the identity bond between her childhood sweetheart and Xiao Tongran is much stronger than that of her girlfriend. After all, a girlfriend can become an ex-girlfriend accidentally, and a childhood sweetheart can’t turn into an ex-childhood sweetheart, right?
He is the one who lasts the longest. The two have played together since childhood, bickering and fighting every day. Their personalities influence each other, and their memories bind each other. This is called a customized boyfriend.
It was like the sense of accomplishment that she had planted a boyfriend in the soil since she was a child, taking care of him carefully every day, and then pushing him down with her own hands when he grew up to become a real man.
His behavior, his habits, and his memories are all marked by her. Even if he is really picked up by another woman, other women will always live in her shadow.
The most special person was him. Only in front of him would she act so recklessly regardless of her image. Only he could have the ability to deliberately make her cry when she was obviously happy, and also make her laugh on the spot.
There will never be another person in the world with such ability.
"Yun Shuqian, how come you are always in my heart?"
"Stop making excuses for your lust."
"I want to kiss you."
"don't want."
Yun Shuqian snorted, turned her face away, and buried her little mouth in his arms.
Song Jiamu stretched out his hand and gently slid the back of his fingers across her cheek. She was sweating a lot, and the back of his fingers became wet when he slid over her like this.
He gently pressed her cheek with his thumb, and passed his index and middle fingers from her delicate chin. He pinched her chin like this, gently turned her face, and asked her to raise her chin.
Postures allow for deeper exploration.
Looking at the face that was getting closer, Yun Shu's pale little face gradually turned red, and her eyes reflected him.
While the palm holding her back felt her heartbeat speeding up, Song Jiamu put his lips to hers.
Then the girl's voice turned into a humming sound in her childish throat.
She closed her eyes, scratched his back with her little hands, and her long eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings.
From being unable to breathe at the beginning, to holding their breath until their lungs exploded, now, the two of them have slowly mastered the breathing skills. Every once in a while, the moist and hot breath from each other will spray out to each other at the nearest distance.
The tip of the nose.
The summer night is full of light, and the night view along the Anjiang River is breathtaking. Song Jiamu and the clouds on the stone chair, no one around, are communicating silently.
When their lips parted, Song Jiamu realized that Yun Shuqian's hand had reached under his clothes at some point and was touching his chest muscles.
"Why can you do it but I can't?!" Song Jiamu made an unfair sound.
"I, I didn't mean it! It's all sweat, it's so disgusting..." Yun Shu blushed lightly and wiped the sweat on his clothes on his small hands with disgust.
"This is the first time like this." Song Jiamu looked like he was thinking.
"No, otherwise."
Yun Shuqian twisted his body again. The TV remote control under the seat cushion was really uncomfortable.
"The first time I fell in love with a boy, the first time I kissed a boy, the first time I sat on a boy's lap, the first time I touched a boy's abdominal muscles..."
"Yun Shuqian." Song Jiamu lowered his head, put his face close to her, and whispered in her ear: "Have you noticed that your first time is all mine."
"Are you very proud..." Yun Shuqian was a little dizzy from his kiss, and her big eyes were wet when she looked at him.
"Of course, who doesn't want to have a brand new girl."
At this moment, Song Jiamu suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment, as he had planted a girlfriend in the soil since childhood, cared for her carefully every day, and then pushed her down with his own hands when she grew into the most delicate and beautiful rose.
Song Jiamu lowered his head again.
Yun Shuqian was a little nervous, thinking that he was going to kiss her again. People say that kissing for five minutes is equivalent to running two kilometers. She almost fainted from the kiss.
Fortunately, Song Jiamu just pushed her hair away, buried his face in her neck, and smelled her breath deeply.
She was sweating, which produced a faint fragrance. Song Jiamu smelled it against her skin for a while, and couldn't help but purse his lips and lick the sweat from her neck.
"Salty, Yun Shuqian, you smell so good." Song Jiamu described it.
"Luxury, Song Jiamu!"
Yun Shuqian felt her whole body getting hot from his arousal. She held his chest with both hands, trying to push him away, but as he sucked her earlobe, she immediately became so soft that she lost all strength.
She had no choice but to give up completely, put her hands around his waist, put her face against his chest, let the body temperature cause the sweat to escape from her skin, and let his tall nose sniff her neck deeply.
Occasionally, unfamiliar footsteps would pass by the stone chair.
Whenever this happens, she will bury her face deeper in Song Jiamu's arms, and the same goes for Song Jiamu.
Finally satisfied, Song Jiamu raised his head. The night air was cool, but tasteless, not as good as the fragrance on the girl's neck.
Yun Shuqian blushed slightly and stared at him with her big eyes, looking aggrieved.
Just when Song Jiamu thought she was going to pinch him, Yun Shuqian sat down from his lap with evil intentions. She sat on the stone chair nearby, letting Song Jiamu's embarrassment be fully exposed.
Just at this moment, a passerby passed by, Song Jiamu quickly bent down and stepped on his feet, his old face suddenly turned red.
"Don't do anything that will hurt the enemy a thousand times and hurt yourself eight hundred!"
"rogue……"
Yun Shuqian blushed and looked at his embarrassment with her heart beating. After the passerby left, she put her leg on his lap again.
"Help me put on my shoes."
"You put it on yourself, I'll take my time."
"hurry up!"
Song Jiamu had no choice but to hold her legs, help her put on the sock that she had taken off, then put on the two white shoes for her, and tied the shoelaces for her.
The girl's legs were in his hands, and he didn't dare to think about it any more.
After the shoes were put on, Yun Shuqian stood up and jumped up and down. Apart from anything else, Song Jiamu's skill in helping her put on the shoes was pretty good. They were neither loose nor tight, and were wrapped just right.
Then she left without looking back, leaving Song Jiamu, who couldn't stand up, to sit awkwardly on the stone chair.
The girl put her hands behind her back, looking like she was taking a leisurely stroll, admiring the scenery by the river, feeling comfortable in the cool night breeze.
After walking about a few hundred meters, there were rapid footsteps behind me.
Yun Shuqian felt nervous and started running quickly.
But she can't run as fast as the taller guy with longer legs behind her.
"Ah——! I hate it! Let go!"
With a cry of surprise, she was held in Song Jiamu's arms like a girl who had been attacked.
Then, she broke off a wicker stick and chased him with a coquettish smile.
…
When Song Jiamu sent Yun Shuqian home, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
"Mom, I'm back."
Yun Shuqian closed the door, and Xu Ying was watching TV, but the TV was only used as background music. She was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with a laptop on her legs while working.
"I'm home?"
Xu Ying turned her head when she heard the sound and saw her daughter's face was red and covered with sweat. She quickly said: "Go take a shower first. Don't turn on the air conditioner just after running. I'll catch a cold again later."
"Yeah! Then I'm going to take a shower."
Yun Shuqian hurriedly slipped back to the room to take a shower.
After taking a careful bath, she wrapped her delicate body in a bath towel and came out. After her skin was dry, she put on her pajamas.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, with her legs together and her heels resting on the white wool carpet, she tilted her head and used a towel to dry some moisture from her wet hair.
There was a knock on the door, and Xu Ying opened the door and came in.
"Mom, are you still awake?" Yun Shuqian asked, taking out the hair dryer and getting ready to dry her hair.
"Your dad and I are going on a business trip tomorrow night. I don't know how long this trip will take. Come and talk to you."
Xu Ying said, closed the door, took Yun Shuqian's hair dryer, sat behind her, and gently played with her daughter's beautiful hair with her fingers.
When she was a child, she often helped Yun Shuqian blowdry and style her hair. Unfortunately, she was busy with work. When Yun Shuqian grew up, her daughter helped her blowdry her hair even more often.
Looking at her daughter who is now as tall as herself, the old mother is full of pride. Our daughter is not only beautiful, but also has a good temper. Although she is a little petite, she is sensible and well-behaved.
Mom and dad were going on a business trip again, and Yun Shuqian still felt a little disappointed in her heart.
Xu Ying helped her blow dry her hair, and Yun Shuqian talked to her. The mother and daughter talked about trivial things.
Yun Shuqian asked her mother and father about their jobs and life abroad. Xu Ying told her daughter to drink more water, eat on time, eat less fast food, exercise more, and not to put too much pressure on her studies when they were away.
.
After blow-drying her hair, Yun Shuqian took the initiative to help her mother squeeze her shoulders.
Xu Ying sat cross-legged on the bed. Yun Shuqian rubbed her shoulders and patted her back. Then she used a comb to comb her mother's scalp. She also followed Song Jiamu's example and massaged her head with her fingers.
, neck, and then took my mother's hand and squeezed it for her.
"Mom, are you comfortable?"
"My whole body feels relaxed, Qianqian, when did you learn this?"
"...I just learned it by watching videos!"
"By the way, Mom wants to tell you something."
Xu Ying pulled Yun Shuqian to sit beside her, and she held her daughter's little hand.
Yun Shuqian's mood suddenly became tense. She could vaguely guess what her mother wanted to say when she came over to talk to her tonight. After all this procrastination, did she finally say it?
Regarding what her mother was going to say, she could vaguely guess who it was related to.
These days, her parents' indulgence made her seem to have forgotten that day when her mother bumped into Song Jiamu feeding her porridge. But after that day, her mother never mentioned it again, and finally she was about to go back abroad.
Did mom couldn't help but say it the night before?
What should I do? What will my mother say? Will she be told not to associate with Song Jiamu anymore?
If my mother really said this, she would never agree.
She can promise her mother everything, except this one thing.
At this moment, the ostrich girl, who had always been timid when facing her elders, suddenly became brave.
She was nervous and tried to pretend to be calm. She pulled the sleeping bear beside her and held her in her arms. She smiled in surprise and said, "Mom... what do you want to say to me?"
Xu Ying looked at her with a smile and whispered: "Nothing, mom just wanted to ask, what do you think of Jiamu?"
"……ah?"
Sure enough, the name appeared.
Yun Shuqian's heart suddenly rose to her throat. Just the mention of this name in her mother's question made her feel her face start to heat up.
"What do you think of Jiamu?" Xu Ying repeated it again, observing Yun Shuqian's reaction.
In just a moment, Yun Shuqian's entire little face turned red with embarrassment. She didn't dare to look at her mother, but lowered her head guiltily, like a child who had made a mistake.
"He...he's pretty good."
"Talk about it."
Yun Shuqian's mind was a little blank, and she couldn't figure out what was special about Song Jiamu for a while. It felt like she liked to eat a certain food, and she felt happy and satisfied as long as she ate it, but she couldn't explain it.
What's so good about this kind of food? Is it the taste or the nutritional value?
No, this is exactly what makes Song Jiamu special to her.
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But it happened to be him, the most special person was him, the person who could enter her heart was him, the first person she thought of when she was happy was him, and the first person she thought of when she was wronged was still him.
As long as she sees his face, she will feel at ease, as long as she stands with him, she will be happy, as long as he stays with her, she will feel happy.
She likes him, just like the flowers in South Alley, always blooming and yearning for him.
Sometimes what she imagined in her heart was a veil that needed a chance to break through. When she realized that her feelings for him were not just a pure childhood emotion, she further understood what it meant to like him.
Liking is a very strange feeling, so overbearing, paranoid and unreasonable. She pursues perfection in everything, but after confirming this relationship with Song Jiamu, he is the most perfect person in her heart.
Seeing Yun Shu lightly blushing and lowering her head in silence, Xu Ying also understood.
Xu Ying smiled and took her hand again, reaching out to tuck her loose hair behind her ears.
"Mom wants to tell you that your dad and I also think Jiamu is very good. If you are also interested, mom agrees with you trying to get along."
"ah……?"
Yun Shuqian felt a little confused. Her mother told her these things in person, which made the girl's shyness spread from the bottom of her heart to her face. She looked at her toes and blushed so much that she was dripping with water.
"Chun, what's here..."
"Virgo, you are twenty years old this year. If you like it, try Virgo. Be proactive and be brave. I think Jiamu treats you very differently."
"Mom...you, have you talked to him?"
"No, mom is just telling you that your dad and I didn't even tell you what we talked about tonight."
"Me and him...we..."
Dear Mom! Song Jiamu and I are already flying! The aunt next door has given Okamoto a ride, but you are still here with the little windmill Ababa Ababa!