On the first day of June, Song Jiamu and Mao woke up in the girl's room.
It is now half past five in the morning, and the world outside has already become brighter.
The alarm clock just started to vibrate, and Song Jiamu turned off the alarm. Of course, at this level, there was no need to worry about waking up Yun Shuqian, who was sleeping soundly in his arms.
With him sleeping with her, Yun Shuqian slept fairly well.
Song Jiamu's quilt was covered to his armpits. He was used to sleeping shirtless, so he stretched out his arms and put them on her body. She was lying on her side facing Song Jiamu, with her forehead against his chest and her head not on the pillow.
He used his quilt as a pillow.
Her quilt was also covered up to her armpits, and she was wearing a loose T-shirt as pajamas. Her little hands were bent at the elbows like a baby, holding their little fists weakly. Her upper body sleeping posture looked so cute.
and well-behaved.
But when he looked down further, he became less obedient.
Yun Shuqian's white and slender legs came out from the edge of her quilt and wrapped around Song Jiamu's waist. Her small feet were placed behind Song Jiamu's buttocks, and her tender lotus-like toes showed a very relaxed posture.
Her toenails are neatly trimmed and the toenail caps are tender and tender in color.
The air conditioner had been turned off, so he wasn't worried about her catching a cold. It was probably after the air conditioner was turned off that she wrapped her legs around his waist like this. Firstly, this position was indeed very comfortable, and secondly, it was also very breathable.
When she woke up in the morning, Song Jiamu couldn't help but look down a few times. If she only looked at the legs hanging out from the quilt, it would be easy to have the illusion that she was not wearing pants, just like the T-shirt she was wearing was too long.
, when covering the shorts, it will give the illusion that you are not wearing pants.
The edge of the quilt softly covers the white and tender skin of the thigh, making the leg more rounded and slender, exuding the charm of a mature woman. Under the cover of the quilt, the legs are formed at the base of the thigh.
When I see a shadow, it attracts people's attention, and I always feel that there is some scenery inside the shadow.
Song Jiamu stretched out his hand, gently held it under her knees, raised her legs slightly, then turned sideways to slip out of her waist, and then placed her legs on the raised quilt again.
She held it.
Somewhat curious, Song Jiamu secretly opened the edge of her quilt and looked inside.
Sure enough, she looked like she was sleeping well on the outside, but she was sleeping poorly under the quilt. Her shorts slid up to her thighs, and her T-shirt also slid up, revealing her slender white waist.
Yun Shuqian's waist, like her legs, is the most beautiful Song Jiamu has ever seen. It has the slenderness and softness unique to oriental women, and it connects the hip line just right. Unlike his round belly button, her belly button is
Thin and long, her belly, which looked very soft at first glance, was also rising and falling gently as she breathed.
Damn it, I really want to kiss Miss Yun’s belly button.
Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled, and he didn't dare to kiss her. After all, she was still sleeping. If he wanted to kiss her, he would have to burrow his head into her bed. This posture seemed too outrageous.
She had no choice but to secretly hold the quilt with one hand and lift it up. With the other hand, she stretched out her fingers and quietly poked her belly.
Yun Shuqian moved, and Song Jiamu was startled.
I thought she was awake, but she just scratched her face in a daze, and then fell asleep again.
I poked you in the stomach, why are you scratching your face?
Song Jiamu felt strange, so he poked her secretly again. The force was very light, and the skin of his fingertips only touched the skin of her belly.
So Yun Shuqian felt itchy again, and stretched out her hand to scratch her face.
Fun!
It was a pity that when Song Jiamu continued to play with her, the girl was not happy. She started to move, turned around, faced the wall, hugged the pillow, buried her face in the pillow, and continued
Fell asleep.
Now Song Jiamu didn't have a soft belly to play with. He lifted the edge of the quilt and could only see Yun Shuqian's lower back.
The beautiful waistline spread to the shorts, and the perfect waist and back of the legs were displayed in front of Song Jiamu.
Damn it, I really want to kiss Miss Yun on her waist.
Song Jiamu didn't dare to kiss her, but secretly stretched out his fingers to scratch her waistline like he did just now.
At this moment, Yun Shuqian stopped scratching her face. She encountered a lot of annoying mosquitoes in her dream, and her back felt a little itchy. She turned around again, lay down flat on her back, and lifted the quilt with a little boredom.
The whole person was hiding inside.
She retreated into her snail shell, and Song Jiamu could no longer take advantage.
I took out my phone and looked at it.
It's broken, it will be six o'clock if you keep dawdling!
He didn't dare to delay. Today was only Tuesday. His mother had class in the first period in the morning. He woke up very early. He gently got out of bed, opened the door, and hurried home with the cat hiding behind the curtains watching the scenery outside the window.
…
June is the beginning of summer.
The tender green wicker has been dyed dark green by summer.
Song Jiamu smelled the morning air, starting from Huabanli Community, running along Jinxiu Road and then to Anjiang Road.
When I look around, the impression of spring is no longer there, and the abundant vitality is competing for its own colors in the summer sunan.
This month is expected to be very busy. The only holiday is the Dragon Boat Festival in two days. A few days after the Dragon Boat Festival, he and Yun Shuqian will prepare for the CET-4 exam.
Then according to the school calendar, the end of the semester will come at the end of the month. It is still early to have a holiday this year. You can take a holiday after taking the exam at the end of the month. School will start again at the end of August, and you will have two months of summer vacation.
The new book is also on the shelves this month. After it is on the shelves, if you want to achieve decent results, the updates cannot be as slow as they were during the public period.
Many things have been packed into this month, causing the already hot summer temperature to rise by two degrees.
But when he thought about the summer vacation after this month, Song Jiamu started to look forward to it.
Song Jiamu couldn't say how much he looked forward to the summer vacation in previous years. After all, that was the time when he and Yun Shuqian saw each other the least. Although the two didn't get along, they at least saw each other every day in school, let alone being classmates and fighting together.
It's quite fun to bicker and so on.
But when it comes to summer vacation, there is no reason to meet. You can't go to her house and knock on the door, saying that we have a fight today, right?
The summers of those years were so long that people lost their patience. The two of them stayed at home, lying on the floor and blowing the fan, looking at the sky outside the balcony in a daze, thinking about what the other person in the next room was doing, but neither of them could stop them. I would send a message to the other person asking what I was doing, and occasionally they would open the door and go downstairs to take out the trash together. That short trip can make the whole day happy.
It took a lot of effort until school started, and we finally had a reason to meet and sit together every day. However, no one mentioned the boredom of the summer vacation. Instead, they proudly showed off to each other how "fulfilling" their summer vacation was.
Time drags away memories like the shade of summer trees.
Looking back now, Song Jiamu found it interesting that the naive boy and the girl who pretended to be aloof defended their respective territories and dignity, but they always orbited each other like bright satellites, year after year. Years, day after day.
'You two should get together as soon as possible!'
If Song Jiamu could say one word about the past, Song Jiamu would definitely say it to himself and her as his former classmates said to them.
After the six-kilometer run, Song Jiamu was sweating profusely, carrying breakfast and rang her doorbell.
Because I slept late last night, Yun Shuqian got up late this morning.
She brushed her teeth, ran over to open the door for him, and looked at him with some evil eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like this?" Song Jiamu asked guiltily.
"Did you do anything strange to me while I was sleeping?" Yun Shuqian stared into his eyes.
"You, you know?" Song Jiamu looked like he had been caught doing something bad.
"You really did! Say! What did you do to me?!"
Seeing Song Jiamu's appearance, Yun Shuqian was even more convinced that he had done something strange, because she had a strange dream, in which Song Jiamu did something excessive to her, but she still had no strength at all, so she couldn't even push it away. Unable to push him away, he had strange dreams and strange things. When he woke up, Yun Shuqian felt like he was broken.
"I kissed your legs, belly button, and waist, and then I hugged you and touched you everywhere," Song Jiamu said.
Yun Shuqian's eyes widened, her little face flushed red, her toothbrush stopped moving, and she stared at him in shame.
As she watched, she realized that she had been tricked by him.
After all, based on her understanding of him, she could still tell when Song Jiamu told the truth and when he told lies.
"You just dare to think about it." Yun Shuqian felt relieved, her tone was disdainful, but she didn't want to fool her as smart as a monkey.
"You think I don't dare?" Song Jiamu was unconvinced.
"Hmph, do you think I didn't know you kissed me while I was asleep? You also kissed my legs, belly button and waist. There is no credibility at all!"
"But the truth is, let alone kiss you once, even if I kiss you a hundred times, you won't even know it."
Song Jiamu didn't know whether her sleep was deep or light when she slept by herself. In short, when she slept with him, she slept like a pig. That's reassuring. His little movements in the morning didn't wake her up at all. of.
"Don't try to lie to me, I will wake up at the slightest movement!"
"Is there a possibility that you happened to wake up, so you noticed the little movement when you woke up? Survivor bias? Do you know when I left?"
"..."
Hearing what he said, Yun Shuqian fell into deep thought. After a while, she asked tremblingly: "So you really kissed my legs, belly button, waist, and touched me everywhere...
…”
"I lied to you, how dare I."
"..."
This time, the reserved girl was also knocked unconscious by him. Anyway, it was right to pinch him at this time.
"Damn you gangster! I never want to sleep with you again!"
"Hiss! It hurts...please keep your voice down, it's at the door!"
Song Jiamu didn't take it seriously. She had heard these words several times. At the end of each time, she pulled him and said, "Don't leave tonight, okay?"
Yun Shuqian had just gotten up. With her bare feet and no shoes, she felt shorter in front of Song Jiamu, who was wearing sneakers, so much so that Song Jiamu suspected that she had lied about her height when she said she was 1.65 meters tall.
Of course, height does not affect her figure.
Things like figure depend on proportions, just like a 30cm tall anime girl figure, you will only think her legs are very long.
Yun Shuqian was still wearing the loose T-shirt he slept in, with his slender and straight calves pressed together. The shorts were covered under the hem of the empty T-shirt, revealing the girl's round and slender thighs. When she pinched him, the T-shirt swayed.
There is always a beautiful scenery.
"Are you really not wearing pants?" Song Jiamu couldn't help but ask.
"Watch it!" Yun Shuqian lifted up the T-shirt.
Song Jiamu's eyes widened at first, and then gradually shrank back to normal.
He gave her breakfast and then took the soy milk she handed over. Just as the door was about to close, Song Jiamu said to her through the crack in the door:
"It's pink."
Yun Shuqian was stunned, his face suddenly turned red, and when he was about to hit him, Song Jiamu closed the door and ran away.
She hurriedly lifted up the hem of her T-shirt and looked at it. Because she hadn't slept properly, the edge of the small piece of fabric was exposed above her shorts.
Sure enough, girls can't lift up their clothes casually.
…
Because of the art festival these days, the topic is quite lively among the students who participate in clubs.
This art festival mainly involves submission of works. Previously, "Notes" shot by Song Jiamu, Yun Shuqian and Yuan Caiyi was also shortlisted. The shortlisted works were announced at school forums and other places.
At this time, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian have become quite famous. After all, the film was shot well, and they are handsome men and beauties. When they were walking on the school road these two days, they could often hear the classmates around them.
The sound of surprise.
'Isn't that the hero and heroine of "The Note"? Hey, I forwarded it to the group, have you read it?'
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'They are really a couple in reality!'
'Holy shit, Song Jiamu is even more handsome than he looks in the video!'
Sounds like this could often be heard in their ears, and the two of them also experienced the feeling of being slightly famous. Although classmates did not come to ask for autographs or crazily stuffed love letters in the drawer, the reserved girl did not like this joke.
I'm so embarrassed to be with him all day long in front of my acquaintances in class.
Of course, the girl is reserved on the surface, but she still enjoys such gossip in her heart. She is also worried that Song Jiamu will be sniped. Whenever he goes to play ball, she buys a bottle of water and goes to the stadium to wait for him. The class is not afraid, there are people everywhere.
It's her best friend's eyeliner.
After class at noon, Song Jiamu, Zhang Sheng and others went to eat, while Yun Shuqian and Yuan Caiyi went to eat.
"Qian Qian, can you sleep with me in the dormitory at noon?" Yuan Caiyi invited after dinner.
"I'm not going to sleep anymore. I'm going to the library to read." Yun Shuqian took out a book from his bag and expressed his determination to read.
"Hey, after having Song Jiamu, you stopped sleeping with me. It's really more comfortable to sleep with him, right?" Yuan Caiyi chuckled ambiguously in her ear.
"What... Caiyi, you are so perverted!" Yun Shuqian was speechless. She felt that she was still far behind Yuan Caiyi.
"Would you like me to tell you a fortune?" Yuan Caiyi said.
"Those tarot cards, they are so troublesome, forget them."
"Improved, improved. I asked my boyfriend to help me make a small program. As long as you enter your name, the hexagram will appear!"
"It's not like one of those small programs where you enter your gender and it will tell you whether you are a boy or a girl, right?"
"No, here, try it yourself."
"How to do it..."
"Here you can choose love, career, family, etc. You choose one, then enter your name, birthday, favorite food, favorite color, favorite weather, etc."
Yuan Caiyi gave her the phone, but Yun Shuqian stopped her from looking at the screen, and then typed in the three words 'Song Jiamu'.
Based on her understanding of Song Zhutou, Yun Shuqian could easily help him make choices among various options.
After a series of numbers jumped, the result was displayed:
[You have a tendency to heat up your love this summer! Say more warm and touching words to the person you care about, and inject a flow of warmth into your beloved. The relationship between the two will definitely improve greatly! 】
What the hell! Even warm current is injected into it! You know what Caiyi is doing is not serious!
Yun Shuqian hurriedly deleted the results, said no, no, and ran away.
After leaving the canteen, Yun Shuqian walked towards the library.
The weather is too hot now, and the small pavilion where we rested before can no longer stay. If she takes a nap there at noon and she is still in his arms, when she wakes up, the two of them will look like they have fallen into a small lake aside.
It seems like getting up.
Even though southern Jiangsu is a Jiangnan area, summer is not ambiguous at all. In July and August, the temperature can even reach over 40 degrees, which is no worse than that in Guangdong and Guangzhou. Even for those in Guangdong and Guangzhou,
For people, the area beyond Guangdong and Guangdong is called the North.
Winter is not ambiguous at all. The temperature can be as low as minus five degrees. It is not like the real north where there is heating, and it is not like the temperature in Guangdong and Guangzhou where the temperature is higher. It is humid and cold with low temperature, which really makes everyone happy.
Every girl wants to have a hot man hanging on her body.
I used to long for other girls to be hugged by warm men in winter. This year, Yun Shuqian also has one.
It was such a hot summer, and she really couldn't think about these things. Not long after she left, some beads of sweat appeared on her delicate face.
From a distance, she saw Song Jiamu waiting for her under a big tree, eating ice cream and playing with his mobile phone, and trotted over quickly.
"It's so hot! It's so hot!"
Yun Shuqian swung her small palm to fan the wind, and pulled her collar with her other hand. She felt a little cool when she stood under the shade of the tree. The world outside the shade was like a big furnace, and the sun shone on the gray-white concrete floor.
It's going to reflect light.
"Why don't you hold an umbrella when you are hot? I see some girls holding an umbrella even if they are only a few dozen meters away from the sun."
Song Jiamu gave her the half-eaten ice cream, and Yun Shuqian took it and took a bite, feeling much cooler immediately.
His palm was big, and when he flapped it, the wind was stronger than hers. She was eating ice cream, and Song Jiamu stood next to her and fanned her.
“It’s so troublesome to open and fold the umbrella again.”
The distance was not too far, so Yun Shuqian was too lazy to hold an umbrella. After all, for her, folding the fan was also a tedious task. She had to caress each fan blade neatly and neatly.
The intervals were all well-proportioned. Occasionally, she would see Song Jiamu crumpling the umbrella into a ball and tying it with the rope, which made her feel uncomfortable all over, even though it was his umbrella.
"Is it tasty?"
"tasty."
Yun Shuqian ate the ice cream and handed him the peeled off paper, "You ate it first without waiting for me!"
"By the time you come here, the ice cream will be half melted."
Song Jiamu said: "I was standing here just now, and two girls came to chat with me."
Yun Shuqian raised her eyes with malicious intent and glanced at him, but said nothing.
"...Don't look at me like that. They said they saw our movie and wanted to ask me what my relationship is with you."
"I'm not your girlfriend."
"Yes, they asked me the same question, asking, 'Is the heroine really your girlfriend?'"
"Then what do you say?"
Yun Shuqian raised her eyes and looked at him again. She could say that she was not his girlfriend, but if he told others like this, he would be dead!
"I said she is not my girlfriend."
"..."
Yun Shuqian swallowed the ice cream in his mouth and clenched his little fists loudly.
"I said you are my wife!"
"..."
Hearing this title, the girl's heart paused, her fists unclenched, and she continued to eat the sweet ice cream into her mouth, feeling that it tasted much sweeter than before.
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"But your expression is obviously very happy, right?"
"Boring, boring! Let's go now, it's so hot here..."
Yun Shuqian poked the remaining ice cream into his mouth, walked to him, put her little hand into his palm, and let the sweat on his palm blend with each other.
"Song Jiamu, you have a lot of water."
"...Is Yuan Caiyi really more perverted than you?"
Song Jiamu stood beside her, letting his shadow cover her, and the two of them stumbled towards the library.
The library has air conditioning, so it's much cooler here. In the hot summer, the base for the two of them to take a lunch break was changed from a small pavilion to the library.
At noon, there were very few people in the library. Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian had their own fixed seats in a small corner on the second floor.
Corners and other places are favorite places for men and women in love. No one will disturb them, and they will not disturb others.
The two sat down side by side, Yun Shuqian sat inside and Song Jiamu sat outside.
Yun Shuqian took out the kettle she was carrying and put it on the table. When she was in the cafeteria, she filled it up with water. There were two pieces of tangerine peel soaked in the kettle. Under the light, finely chopped tangerine peel floated in the clear water.
At school, Yun Shuqian no longer wore shorts or shorts. She felt a little hot as soon as she sat down, so she pulled up her trouser legs to expose her calf skin, which was as white as a freshly peeled lychee.
She stretched her legs forward under the table, with her heels touching the floor, and swayed comfortably. There was no one in the seat in front of her, and she was not afraid of stepping on others with her white shoes. She felt no psychological pressure except when stepping on Song Jiamu.
Besides, occasionally if she steps on someone while squeezing on a bus or something, she feels super embarrassed and is busy apologizing to them.
Song Jiamu also straightened his legs. He was wearing cargo shorts and had leg hair, but not much. Yun Shuqian used the toe of his shoe to hook his right leg over, and then pulled his white and tender left leg
It rested on his right leg.
"Song Jiamu, please shave your legs, it will make them itch."
"Don't try to fool me, it will get thicker and thicker."
It is true that hair will become thicker and thicker when shaved. Of course, not all areas of the human body can become thicker when shaved. Please don’t try it lightly. You must have confidence in yourself.
Yun Shuqian took out two paper towels, wetted them with tangerine peel water from the kettle, wiped the sweat from his face and neck, and turned the paper towels over. Song Jiamu sensibly put his face over and closed his eyes.
, she also gently wiped the sweat from his face and neck.
After sitting quietly for a while, Yun Shuqian gradually felt the coolness of the air conditioner in the library. Yun Shuqian's body became softer and softer, and she leaned her little head on his shoulder.
Song Jiamu looked at the phone, and she was also looking at the phone.
"Yun Shuqian, how much is your first order now?"
"Three thousand and two!"
It was put on the shelves at midnight last night, and it has been almost thirteen hours now. The increase in first-time orders has slowed down, and it is estimated that it will increase by a small amount in the evening. Even if it does not increase by much, the current first-time order of 3,002 is also cloud.
This is Shu Qian’s best result in writing a book for so long.
What a great first order! Think about your last book. Up to now, Junding is only 1,500 yuan. Just starting, the results have tripled!
This made Yun Shuqian very excited and satisfied. She moved her head and nuzzled him and asked, "What about you? Didn't you surpass me last night and now you are surpassed by me? That's really inferior."
"Oh, I am so disappointed, Mr. President. My first order has already been 3,700 yuan!"
"so much!"
She has been reading books for many years and writing books for a long time. She knows that her upper limit of subject matter is not high, but Song Jiamu's upper limit of subject matter is much higher. As long as the book is not too exaggerated, generally speaking, uniformity can at least be enough.
It has reached twice the first order, and it has not yet been 24 hours. She estimates that her first order will eventually be around 3,800, while Song Jiamu's first order is estimated to be around 4,500.
If she maintains a steady pace, she should be able to achieve an average of six to seven thousand orders, while Song Jiamu is likely to achieve 10,000 orders.
Yun Shuqian was surprised, and suddenly felt that his position as president was not secure.
Of course, the two of them are more like each other. They have competed with each other since they were young. They don't say they are happy when the other is worse than themselves. On the contrary, many times, they are quite happy when they lose.
"Hey, Yun Shuqian, from the looks of it, we should be able to make a lot of money, right?"
Like a young couple who had successfully set out for the first time, Song Jiamu gently hugged the girl leaning on him, grabbed her small hand with his big hand, and squeezed her tender fingers.
"Song Jiamu, if you were rich, what would you do?"
Yun Shuqian raised her neck and asked him. Leaning on his shoulder like this, she could not see his face clearly, but she could feel the vibration caused by the resonance of his chest when he spoke. In the library, even if there was no one around, the two of them could not see each other clearly.
People's voices were also very low, not intentionally so, but the volume was enough for each other to hear each other clearly.
"Buy everything from Miss Yun!"
"What's the meaning……"
"So that you can't refuse me, so that you belong to me, then I will buy a big bed, and we will lie on it together. I will rub your hair from the top of your head, and use my fingers on your back and
I rub my waist slowly, making you make a sound that I am ashamed of. Then I hug you from behind, gently stir your belly with my hands, kiss your ears, kiss your hair, and wait for you to relax your vigilance.
, when you are as soft as a cat in my arms, I will put your hands on the top of your head and kiss you all, here and there. If I were rich, I would do this."
Song Jiamu said it against Yun Shuqian's ear, so his voice penetrated into her heart with the hot and humid air, as if there was some kind of magic power, making her feel weak all over in an instant.
.
She had just felt the coolness of the air conditioner, and now she felt that the ear where he was talking was starting to feel hot. The tip of his nose was touching her skin, and he squeezed her fingers a little harder, and she was in his arms.
The inside becomes softer, then becomes softer again...
"Well, what if you don't have that much money? I'm very expensive..."
Yun Shu asked him with a slight blush, her voice was particularly soft.
After asking, I realized that I seemed a little unreserved, so I quickly changed my words and said, "Huh, no matter how rich I am, I won't agree to sell it to you."
"Then you can buy everything from me, I'm very cheap."
"Do not care."
"Anyway, I have to tell you my determination. We both sleep on the same bed."
“Please add the phrase ‘each of you covers himself with a quilt’.”
Yun Shuqian leaned against him softly, and she liked to hear him say these things. It was shameful, but very sweet.
She inserted her fingers into his and interlocked with his.
"Song Pig Head."
"Um?"
"How about you support me and give me your royalties every month, and then I sleep with you every night. Think about it this way, don't you make a lot of money? I'm so new."
Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled and he couldn't wait to ask: