"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!"

"?"

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.
To be continued...