Chapter 230 Boys must remember to lock the door when taking a shower
"I've decided! Song Jiamu, I'm going to learn to swim this summer! Come and teach me. If you can't teach me, you're just a pig."
"Why don't you call yourself a pig?"
"Are pigs as smart as me? I can learn anything very quickly."
"But pigs can swim."
"Song Jiamu, you will be beaten to death sooner or later."
After staying in the swimming pool until about nine o'clock in the evening, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian went home.
Playing in the water with Yun Shuqian is a very happy thing, but teaching her to swim is a headache.
Swimming is something that the younger you are, the faster you can learn it. As you grow older, your body is already full of instincts on land, and it is not easy to learn to swim again.
Of course, if Yun Shuqian wants to learn swimming, Song Jiamu is also willing to teach him. When couples get along, they always have to find something in common to do, such as learning a certain skill together, photography, flower arrangement, etc.
This will be very conducive to the cultivation of feelings.
Taking the elevator upstairs, Song Jiamu carried his bag and Yun Shuqian held the swimming ring. They followed him back to his house without even looking at the door of his house.
"Is this the third time you've visited the house without entering?"
"……goodbye."
Yun Shuqian snorted, and as soon as he walked into the door of his house, he turned around and ran away.
Song Jiamu quickly grabbed her waist, dragged her dancing and struggling into the house, closed the door and locked it.
"Is this a robbery of a civilian girl?"
Yun Shuqian giggled and dropped the swimming ring on the ground. Song Jiamu hugged her waist from behind and lifted her up. She patted his arm.
"Don't leave, sleep with me tonight."
Song Jiamu didn't let go, he bent down and lowered his head to kiss her.
Yun Shuqian stretched out her little hand and pressed his mouth.
"How disgusting, Song Jiamu, you kissed my feet, and now you want to kiss my mouth!"
"You have nothing to do with your own feet."
Song Jiamu pressed his lips softly.
Yun Shuqian stopped struggling and let him lift her up and put her on the sofa.
"You kissed my feet, then you are not allowed to kiss other people's feet again, otherwise you will be the most annoying person in the world to me, you know."
"It sounds like I'm a pervert..."
Song Jiamu regretted a little. The way Yun Shuqian looked at him all night was wrong. He could find the sense of déjà vu in this look. When he ate cat food every year, he also looked at him like this every year.
his.
Yun Shuqian leaned close to his ear and warned with a wicked smile: "If you dare to kiss another girl's mouth, I will tell that girl that your mouth kissed my feet, hum!"
"It's over, then don't I have no choice but to marry you now?!"
"It's a beautiful idea, but I didn't say I would marry you."
Song Jiamu looked like he was beating his chest and feet in pain after losing the entire forest. This made Yun Shuqian feel very happy. She was sitting on the sofa, her soft and beautiful little feet wearing cute socks with gray-blue flowers embroidered on the ankles.
The soles of her feet tapped the floor gently, as if she was deliberately exposing her slender, white and shiny calves.
"Song Jiamu, I'm a little hungry."
"I'm a little hungry too, what do you want to eat?"
"There are still rice dumplings that I haven't finished yet."
Yun Shuqian remembered it, put on her slippers and went to the kitchen, took out two rice dumplings she had cooked during the day and heated them in the microwave. The rest were packed in fresh-keeping bags and put in the refrigerator.
Song Jiamu went to the balcony and touched the clothes hanging to dry, then put the dry clothes into the room. It had been raining intermittently all day today, and now it started to rain again outside.
After the rice dumplings were hot, Yun Shuqian took them out and turned on the TV in the living room. Seeing that the TV was turned on every year, he quickly jumped down from the fish tank and ran to the sofa to watch TV with her.
Song Jiamu also sat over, and the family of three ate rice dumplings and watched TV together, feeling like an old couple in a trance.
Of course, for young people, there really aren’t many good programs on TV now.
After eating the rice dumplings, I saw that it was already half past ten, and it was almost time to take a shower and go to bed.
"You wash first or I wash first?" Song Jiamu asked.
"You first!"
"Then wait for me."
Yun Shuqian kicked him angrily, saying that he was going to do something important after taking a shower. The reserved girl would not agree to it.
Song Jiamu took a change of pants and shorts and went into the bathroom. Yun Shuqian and Nian Nian were playing in the room. Separated by a thin bathroom door, Song Jiamu was taking a bath. Soon, water came from inside.
Voice.
Although there is a bathroom outside the living room, Yun Shuqian didn't think about washing outside. After all, Song Jiamu's family didn't take a bath in that bathroom. Usually only guests who came to stay would take a bath there. There was already a certain kind of woman.
The owner was so enlightened that he naturally did not want to go to the bathroom in the living room to take a bath.
"You sing so hard!"
Yun Shuqian shouted towards the bathroom, but the singing inside did not decrease, but became louder. I don't know if he did it on purpose. It was not unpleasant just now, but Song Jiamu sang more unpleasantly.
She and Nian Nian quietly approached the bathroom door, and the sounds inside became clearer.
She didn't know what she was thinking, but Yun Shuqian simply wanted to scare him. She suddenly turned the door handle. In her imagination, it should be locked. When she turned the door handle, it would only make a clicking sound, and then
Song Jiamu in the bathroom would be startled, and then the singing would stop.
But in reality, it was only in line with imagination that the singing stopped, because Yun Shuqian opened the bathroom door smoothly.
Feeling the impulse, the thin door opened with a click. Song Jiamu was washing with water with a temperature of about 30 degrees. There was no sign of mist rising in the bathroom. The shower head was hung high, and the water flowed down from his head, making him wet.
The hair then flowed along the tip of his nose, chin, and neck, to his chest, and then flowed down his back to the young man's charming and strong waist and hips.
He hadn't come back to his senses yet. He was rinsing the shower gel bubbles off his body. There was no cloth on his body. Hearing the noise, Song Jiamu turned around instantly, and Yun Shuqian met his eyes. Apart from the water of the shower head,
Outside, everything seems to be still.
Yun Shuqian's eyes widened and her face began to turn red. Before Song Jiamu could make a sound, she screamed.
"Damn you gangster! Why don't you wear any clothes!"
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Song Jiamu turned around in an instant. If he ran towards her, her scream would probably bring down the roof.
Before he could say anything, Yun Shuqian kicked off and ran away. He threw himself on the bed like an ostrich and buried his red face in the quilt.
So ugly! So ugly!!
Her heartbeat was so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat. This was the first time Yun Shuqian felt so ashamed in her life.
She just wanted to scare him! Who knew he didn't even lock the door when taking a shower?
It was different from the visual impact brought by seeing the gorgeous aurora, but the psychological shock was the same. In short, for a while, Yun Shuqian simply pretended to be dead.
His voice came clearly from the bathroom: "Don't just run away! At least help me close the door!"
"..."
Yun Shuqian ignored him. She was a dead person now, and dead people cannot speak.
Song Jiamu was also speechless. His face was a little red. Even for a boy, he was still a little ashamed when he was caught taking a bath. Of course, he wouldn't scream or cover his hands like a girl.
, covering your face may be a good choice.
Seeing that Yun Shuqian didn't say anything, he had no choice but to come over wrapped in a towel, stretched out his arm and closed the door.
The girl who was lying on the quilt like an ostrich couldn't see the movement behind her, but she could hear the bang of the door closing, but the image of Song Jiamu walking out of the bathroom appeared in her mind, so she hurriedly looked like a little smelly maggot again.
He burrowed himself under the quilt.
After she gradually calmed down, she took her head out of the quilt to get some air. It was as red as if there was a small tomato on her neck.
The bathroom door opened again, and she quickly covered her head in the quilt again.
"Why don't you wear clothes?!"
Yun Shuqian took the initiative and hid her head under the quilt to make her feel safe. When she heard the sound of slippers behind her, she knew that Song Jiamu had come out.
"Sister, what should I wear when taking a shower? I should be the one asking you, why do you need..."
"Why don't you lock the door?!"
"Who knew you would suddenly open the door and come in."
"Well, then I didn't know you didn't lock the door."
Song Jiamu was hesitant to speak, but he was hesitant to speak. He had already put on his shorts, sat shirtless on the edge of the bed, wiped his wet hair with a dry towel, and looked down at her upper body who had gotten into the bed.
Yun Shuqian remained motionless in the quilt, as if she was stuck inside, with only a pair of small white legs exposed, hanging outside the bed.
Even at this time, Miss Yun is still so principled that she cannot put her feet under the quilt without washing her feet.
"Song Jiamu, I know you are very reassured about me. Of course, I don't mean that I am really worried about you. I just want to teach you a lesson and make you remember to lock the door when taking a shower, you know? If you mention it again
, you’re dead!”
She could feel Song Jiamu sitting down next to her, and the movement on the bed made Yun Shuqian, who was hiding under the quilt, tense up and speak the most arrogant words in the most cowardly manner.
"But you've already seen me out, don't you have to take responsibility?" Song Jiamu poked her.
"I did not see anything!"
"Meow wow wow."
The little cat exposed her lies, and it was clear that she saw as much as the little cat saw.
Human beings are really weird. Just like cats, let alone looking at their tails, it doesn't matter even if they play a tail-chasing game together.
Hearing what she said, Song Jiamu felt relieved. It was a lie. Telling him "I didn't see anything" was the same as saying to him, "You're actually not handsome at all."
, it is simply telling lies with open eyes.
"Okay, okay, let's go take a shower."
Song Jiamu stopped teasing her and patted the soles of her pink feet with his hand. The sensitive girl immediately shrank her legs. Seeing that he had no other actions, she stretched her legs over again and kicked him.
"Then you go out..."
"This is my room! I'm not going out!"
"Then I'm going home."
"Oh, even if you're irresponsible, you still want to run away?"
Song Jiamu was so angry that he rushed over and tickled her.
Yun Shuqian was shocked and laughing, beating him with her hands and feet until she lifted up the quilt and covered him firmly. Then she quickly opened her bag, took out a change of clothes, and ran into the bathroom in a hurry.
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After closing and locking the bathroom door, she immediately became arrogant and her voice rang in the bathroom: "Song Jiamu, if you dare to mess around, I will call and tell auntie immediately! I have brought my mobile phone in!"
"Don't think I'm as perverted as you!"
"You are the one!"
Song Jiamu ignored her. After the fight, he felt a little hot, so he adjusted the air conditioner temperature to 23 degrees and closed the door.
There was no sound of running water coming from the bathroom. The girl, who was as spunky as a monkey, probably hadn't even taken off her clothes yet, fearing she wanted to wait and catch him.
Song Jiamu didn't cooperate with her and honestly turned on the hair dryer to dry her hair.
After drying my hair and putting down the hair dryer, the sound of water finally came from the bathroom.
Based on what he knew about her, Song Jiamu felt that she definitely hadn't started taking a shower at this moment, and probably just made the sound of water to lure him in.
This is indeed the case, the two people understand each other down to every fiber of their being.
Seeing that Song Jiamu An An was calm and did not scare her, Yun Shuqian began to take off her clothes one by one.
Even in summer, she has to take a hot bath at 40 degrees Celsius. Due to their physical constitution, girls are more susceptible to the invasion of cold air than boys. It is very important to take good care of their bodies.
The mist in the bathroom slowly rose, blurring the mirror. The water wetted her long hair, sliding down her chin to her neck, then to her collarbone, chest, and then to her waist and lower abdomen. On her beautiful
A shallow puddle formed on her navel. The puddle overflowed and flowed to the girl's thighs, calves, ankles... and reached Song Jiamu's heart.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Song Jiamu was lying on the bed, quietly not checking his phone, listening to the symphony of the girl's bathing water, which would make him particularly satisfied, after all, she was taking a bath in his room.
, is his favorite girl, the childhood sweetheart he grew up with, Xiao Tieran.
Girls take an extra long time to take a bath, and I don’t know what kind of mood they have. Yun Shuqian washed herself very carefully today. Until her hair and skin became fragrant, she turned off the shower and washed her wet clothes.
Wrap up your hair, dry yourself and get dressed.
I washed my close-fitting clothes by hand, and put the remaining clothes in the washing machine together with Song Jiamu's clothes.
She started the washing machine and watched their clothes getting tangled in the water.
This brought her imagination of the future one step closer. The washing machine at home was mixed with her clothes and his clothes. She smiled helplessly at him while eating his love-cooked breakfast, and wanted to fall asleep with his arm on her head at night.
, I want to wake up first in the morning and listen to his breathing.
Sometimes Yun Shuqian feels that she should wear a small suspender belt, expose her beautiful collarbone and waistline, sit on the sofa with him, and seduce him straightforwardly with her young and energetic body, or she feels that she should drink a bottle of wine and then take advantage of the situation.
She knocked him down while drunk, and looked at his begging eyes to ruin him. She just couldn't hide her love for Song Jiamu.
It's so good for two people to be together. Even things like washing, cooking, and bathing have a different meaning.
Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Song Jiamu quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
His posture was to sit on the edge of the bed and then lie down on his back. Unfortunately, his technique of pretending to be asleep was a bit clumsy.
Yun Shuqian had already put on her pajamas. Seeing that he was pretending to sleep, she didn't say anything and sat down next to him, pressing her body against his.
"Song Jiamu, help me blow dry my hair."
Yun Shuqian untied the towel, and his clean, wet hair fell down.
Song Jiamu continued to pretend to be asleep and ignored her.
She slipped her little hand into his palm and leaned her entire upper body on him. Her hair was scattered on his face. She had just taken a bath, and the fresh and sweet fragrance filled the tip of Song Jiamu's nose. Her body
It was also warm and slightly hot. She blew into his eyelashes, and her breath smelled sweet.
Song Jiamu got up.
He turned over and knocked down the girl lying on top of him.
Yun Shuqian laughed in surprise, her hands were held down by him, and his head was buried in her neck, kissing her wildly. She had no choice but to raise her foot and pretend to kick him.
Unfortunately, due to his poor martial arts skills, his feet were held by him.
The girl's big toe is relatively long and slender, with a full end. There is no nail polish, but the color of the toenails is pink and beautiful. Her four little lotus-like little toes are different from the slender and cold ones. They are round and cute, and the soles of the feet are warm and soft.
The delicate and graceful curvature of the arches makes her small feet, from the toes, to the soles of the feet, to the heels, to the curvature of the ankles, full of smooth lines, like a delicate and concave body, with a certain kind of beauty.
A different kind of beauty.
"You peeked at my shower and kicked me, Yun Shuqian, today I'm going to let you experience how Zhang Wuji punishes Zhao Min!"
Song Jiamu hugged her feet. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding her calves with one hand and scratching her soft soles with the other hand.
"Ah! Stop making trouble..."
The itching sensation from the soles of his feet immediately spread throughout his body. Yun Shuqian screamed and twisted like a caught eel.
But how could Song Jiamu let her go so easily? His four fingers were like demons, tickling back and forth under her soles. The girl giggled and rolled, but she couldn't get away from his hand. She was so tender.
All the toes were curled up, but Song Jiamu opened them again and continued to scratch.
"Ugh...haha...Song Zhutou!...Song Zhutou!! You are dead! I don't want it anymore...Haha...I don't want it anymore!"
"Are you still being harsh? Let me try my knuckle-drilling trick on you!"
"Ah! I'm sorry!...Song Zhutou, I was wrong..."
Yun Shuqian smiled so hard that she was out of breath, her little face flushed with laughter. Seeing that she finally gave in, Song Jiamu let go of her calves.
Yun Shuqian wanted to beat him, but after a while, he squeezed all her strength away. She lay limp on the bed, her little mouth pouted, and her big eyes stared at him with wet eyes.
A resentful look.
"I remember, Song Jiamu, I remember."
"...How about we stop playing this insulting game?"
"No! What's the difference between you and me quitting playing cards after winning money!"
"..."
Song Jiamu was a little timid and didn't know how she wanted to torture him.