"If you don't get up yet, the quilt will be wet later."
"snort!"
Yun Shuqian's freshly washed hair hadn't been dried yet. She lay on the quilt and couldn't get up. Song Jiamu couldn't help her. She was probably thinking of how to insult him. He didn't think this woman would let it go.
Song Jiamu felt a little guilty and went over to get the hair dryer. Then he stood by the bed, holding his hands beside Yun Shuqian. He leaned down and stopped just when he was about to touch her.
Now Yun Shuqian was willing to get up. She was like a little girl coquettishly wanting to be hugged. After Song Jiamu leaned on the bed and lowered his head, she put her arms around his neck, and then followed Song Jiamu to hug her.
She stood up from her waist and was happily picked up by him.
Song Jiamu sat her down beside the bed, with the girl's white and tender legs dangling in mid-air.
He understood what she meant, so he took her slippers scattered beside the bed and arranged them on the floor in front of her, so that her little feet hanging in mid-air were placed on top of the slippers.
He also swayed happily, obviously very satisfied with Song Jiamu's tacit understanding.
Song Jiamu climbed onto the bed, sat behind her, and spread his legs to hold her. Her little hands also rested on his knees and pinched his thighs as punishment for scratching her soles just like that.
"Ouch! It hurts! Yun Shuqian, now you pinch me, we are even."
"You tickled the soles of my feet a total of one hundred and thirty-eight times, and I only pinched you twice. How can we even out?"
"Definitely not that many times!"
Song Jiamu screamed for injustice, his voice was trembling, and he looked like he was scared to death.
"I'm counting. Don't even think about defaulting on your debt."
His reaction made Yun Shuqian very satisfied, and the arc of her toes swaying became even more pleasurable. She supported his knees with her little hands and tilted her little head as if thinking: "How should I punish you, Song Jiamu,
What are you most afraid of?"
"I'm most afraid that President Yunda will push me against the wall and kiss me."
Song Jiamu said fearfully, while he plucked up her wet hair and gently combed it with his fingers, combing it from scalp to neck. His hair-drying skills were getting better and better, every time after washing
Asking him to help blow dry her hair was something Yun Shuqian enjoyed very much.
"Don't even think about taking advantage of me. Whatever you dare to say, it must be something you like very much."
Yun Shuqian, who was as smart as a monkey, was not easily fooled by him. He took advantage of the situation and raised his voice with malicious intent, complaining in a voice like Aunt Rong: "Song Zhutou, I didn't expect that you actually like to be pressed.
It seems you are really weird!"
"We are evenly matched, so don't talk about me anymore."
"What's wrong with me?"
"You are gentle, beautiful, kind and generous, I am handsome, honest and honest."
"Song Jiamu, I know what you are most afraid of."
"I do not know how?"
Song Jiamu started the hair dryer, tested the temperature with his hands, and used his nimble fingers to dry her hair from the roots first. Whenever his fingers gently stroked her scalp, the girl would close her eyes in comfort.
"What you are most afraid of is embarrassing!" Yun Shuqian affirmed.
"I'm so thick-skinned, but nothing can embarrass me." Song Jiamu said confidently. After all, he was a man who could remain calm even when Yun Shuqian just broke into the bathroom.
"Then if I can make you feel embarrassed even though you are so thick-skinned, my insult to you this time will be a great success!" Yun Shuqian opened his eyes with an excited look on his face.
Looking at her expression, there seemed to be a bit of teasing in her eyes, as if she would be particularly excited and happy when something bad happened.
Song Jiamu felt guilty again. Why was Yun Chongchong so restless? He didn't know what she wanted to do yet, which made him feel very anxious.
"Miss Yun, President Yun, why don't we stop playing like this? Just pinch me. Now, I'll pinch you here. You pinch as hard as you can, and I won't say a word!"
Song Jiamu stretched out her hand and turned her arm, exposing the wrinkled skin of her elbow in front of her eyes.
"No sincerity!"
Yun Shuqian felt that she was smarter. She didn't know that the folded skin on her elbow would not hurt no matter how hard she pinched it.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Song Jiamu feels that Yun Shuqian is becoming more and more charming. Perhaps the hormones of love have promoted her changes. Her skin is more delicate and moist than before, and her figure is more exquisite than before.
Pretty.
Blowing Yun Shuqian's hair is actually a very exciting thing. Her hair and body fragrance are close at hand.
The loose pajamas lightly wrapped the girl's body. Her white and tender legs were like peeled bamboo shoots, extending out from her shorts. The loose trousers softly covered the fair and jade-like skin of her thighs, exuding
The unique vitality and charm of young girls form a shadow between the cuffs of the pants and the skin of the thighs, which always makes people feel that there is some mysterious scenery in the shadow.
Yun Shuqian wickedly raised the edge of his pants with her fingers and lifted up. She looked up at Song Jiamu's reaction behind her in the mirror. Seeing his unblinking eyes, she immediately raised her hands like a lady.
Putting it on her thigh, blocking a large area of fair skin, she saw Song Jiamu move his eyes in despair from the reflection in the mirror.
whee.
Occasionally doing something bad makes Yun Shuqian feel very funny, so he wants to punish him!
After her hair was dried, Song Jiamu put the hair dryer aside, sat forward again, and stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms.
Yun Shuqian leaned against him comfortably. She closed her eyes and raised her chin. Song Jiamu also closed his eyes, lowered his head, and pressed his lips against hers.
He gently held her little hands, and together with her little hands, he pressed them on her lower abdomen. The girl's waist was extremely slender, with the unique length of an oriental woman.
This kind of sweet time basically lasts every day after blow-drying your hair, and the two of them bickered without words.
The kitten lying on the bedside table yawned, stretched out its little paws and turned off the light with a snap.
Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian, who had their eyes closed, could also feel the change in light. They were stunned by each other, but still did not open their eyes.
It wasn't until the mobile phone on the bedside rang that the two of them opened their eyes numbly, as if they were awakened by the alarm clock from a sweet dream.
"Whose mobile phone?" Yun Shuqian was a little dizzy.
"Yours! Your mother called!" Song Jiamu crawled over, turned on the light, unplugged the mobile phone charging cable, and gave her mobile phone to her.
It was a WeChat call, and the caller was indeed my mother. Yun Shuqian, who had done something bad just now, immediately became nervous, her face turned red, her palms became sweaty, and she gave Song Jiamu a look that said, "If you say anything, I will do it."
Dead'.
"Hello, Mom."
"Qianqian, have you gone home?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be back around nine o'clock. We finished our Western food and then went swimming."
"Don't you know how to swim?"
"I asked Song Jiamu to teach me. Mom, let me tell you, I can float on the water now, and I plan to learn to swim this summer!"
"That's good. If you're alone, don't go play in the water, you know? If you want to learn swimming, let Jiamu take you. Are you still with Jiamu now?"
"No, no. After I came back, I went home and he went back too. Uncle Song and the others went back to the countryside. He was at home alone during the holidays."
While she was talking, Song Jiamu was observing her. The girl's little hands were nervously holding on to the sheets, and her little feet stopped shaking.
Sometimes Song Jiamu would want to cause trouble and shout, 'Auntie, I'm right next to you!'
But it is foreseeable that if he shouts like this, the fire department will probably go to Anjiang tomorrow to retrieve his body.
Yun Shuqian didn't turn on the loudspeaker, and Song Jiamu couldn't quite hear what Aunt Xu was talking to her, but from her expression and replies, she could get a rough idea.
"Qianqian, how are you and Jiamu getting along now?" The old mother lowered her voice and asked carefully, with excitement and gossip.
"mom……!"
Yun Shuqian's face turned even redder, and she said in a long, coquettish voice, "Okay, okay."
"Mom is telling you, Jiamu is definitely interested in you. Boys generally don't post photos to Moments easily. You have to be careful and take the initiative..."
"mom……!"
"Okay, okay, mom is just afraid that you have never been in love and don't understand these things. Just know it. Anyway, mom supports it. Have you taken a shower?"
"I've washed up and am getting ready to go to bed."
"Remember to lock the door. Girls should pay more attention to safety when they are alone at home. Jiamu Jin, mom and dad usually can't take care of you. If you have something to do, just look for him. Don't be afraid of troublesome others. Jiamu..."
"Mom, my phone is almost out of battery. That's it for now. Bye~!"
Yun Shuqian hung up the phone with a red face and continued to plug in the phone with 100% battery to charge.
Song Jiamu on the side came over excitedly with a gossipy look on his face.
"Yun Shuqian, did your mother let us have sex?"
"……No!"
Yun Shuqian didn't tell him, but now he dared to go so far. If he knew that her parents supported her, wouldn't he have to let himself go?
"I heard it all!"
"Go to hell!"
Yun Shuqian ran into the bathroom, and Song Jiamu also ran in, and they washed their feet together.
When she came out, Yun Shuqian was sitting by the bed. Song Jiamu pulled her legs and put them on his legs, and used a towel to wipe away the water stains on her feet.
"Song Jiamu." Yun Shuqian supported the bed with both hands, moved her toes, and raised her eyes to look at him.
"Huh?" Song Jiamu stopped scratching the itchy soles of her feet. He rubbed his hands very warmly, wrapped them around her delicate feet, and kneaded and relaxed them for her.
"When do you want to tell them about us?"
"If you are willing, I can call your mother now."
Song Jiamu lifted her little feet and kissed her smooth and tender instep, "I have been thinking about this issue before, but if I talk about it now, I feel a little less confident. I plan to wait until next month.
When the royalties come out, I will tell my parents."
A man's confidence is usually based on these, such as age. In fact, Song Jiamu doesn't care much, but Yun Shuqian has never suffered hardship since he was a child. He can't be a student with no life skills at all, and he still shamelessly lets Uncle Yun and the others take care of him.
My daughter should marry him. At least he can have a good income while studying. This can also prove that he has the ability to provide Yun Shuqian with good living conditions in the future. Such confidence is still needed.
Writing books, taking postgraduate entrance examinations, working, etc. used to be very far away for Song Jiamu, but now he has clear plans. People always have to go through something to know what they want most and what talents they can do.
Work hard for this regardless of your own safety.
"You have to think carefully. Once you say something, you can't go back on it!"
"Since we are rushing to get married, it doesn't matter when we say it. Yun Shuqian, I will marry you. Then every day, your clothes and I will be entangled in the washing machine, and we will witness it every year.
When our baby is born, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
Yun Shuqian looked into his eyes. She opened her mouth and wanted to say 'girl', but she hesitated and couldn't, so the words turned pink and crawled onto her face, with a trace of
The shyness that made her heart beat throbbing, and the soft sweetness condensed in her eyes.
"Shameless. Song Zhutou!"
Song Jiamu said so seriously that she felt shy, like a frightened deer, she pulled her legs out of his arms, and with the rolling movement, she released her happy mood that made her want to roll, and she rolled in
Inside the bed, lift up the quilt and wrap yourself firmly in it.
"Turn off the lights every year."
The girl hiding in the quilt heard his voice outside the quilt.
It's a pity that the little cat has just turned off the light once. He can only turn off the light once a day every year. If he turns off the light again, he will stop working.
The little cat with always clever ears seemed not to hear anything and lay motionless beside Song Jiamu's pillow to sleep.
Song Jiamu had no choice but to push himself over and turn off the light.
There was no night light in his room. After the lights were turned off, all that was left was the faint white light from the curtains and the 23-degree light from the air conditioner.
Once your vision adjusts to the dimness, this light becomes obvious enough to see the outline of the room clearly.
One bed, two quilts, and two pillows.
Song Jiamu moved his body and pressed on top of the girl with the quilt across the quilt.
His weight of one hundred and fifty kilograms made Yun Shuqian unable to move, yet he felt extraordinarily secure and satisfied.
Song Jiamu hooked the edge of her quilt with his fingers and pulled the quilt down from her head. The girl's outline appeared in the dim light like a flower peeling off.
She was lying on her back, and her little face was slowly revealed. Her big eyes looked moist in the darkness, her delicate little nose, her cute little mouth, her face with a little baby fat, and her pillow-like eyes.
hair.
Song Jiamu admired her as if she were a work of art.
"Have you seen enough..."
"It's Yun Shuqian, it's Yun Shuqian, she's in my room, on my bed!"
"It's so heavy...! Go away, you damn gangster..."
"Yun Shuqian, I love you so much. I want to do to you what spring does to the cherry tree!"
“What does spring do to the cherry trees?”
"Bloom and bear fruit."
"You're done with Song Jiamu, and you insulted me again."
Yun Shuqian pushed him, and Song Jiamu had no choice but to turn over and let her control him. He was lying on his side with his back to her, and she was wrapped around him through the quilt like a koala.
"Song Jiamu."
"Um?"
"Can I put my hand on your belly?"
"...let it go."
The girl giggled, then slipped her little hand under the quilt and placed it on his stomach.
He was sleeping shirtless, and her hands caressed his abdominal muscles, then fell to his chest muscles, and then stopped at his heart.
"Do you want to put your legs in too?" Song Jiamu asked.
"Do you want to use my legs..."
"I don't!"
"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."
Yun Shu snorted slightly, her big eyes rolled around, and then she got out of her quilt and got her legs into his quilt.
As the skin rubbed against each other, a charming heartbeat feeling came through. Song Jiamu lay on his side and spread his legs further. Yun Shuqian tacitly inserted the little white leg inside and let him clamp it.
"Song Jiamu, your heartbeat has become faster." Yun Shuqian made a simple voice, and then quietly moved his legs.
"...Who do you think caused this?" Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled.
"useless."
Yun Shuqian closed her eyes, but the corners of her mouth could not hide the proud curve.
With his hands and feet under his quilt and the air conditioner turned on, Yun Shuqian felt cold and simply moved like a little maggot, squeezing herself into his quilt.
Although we sleep on the same bed together at noon, it is still different at night, especially now after turning off the lights.
She secretly raised her eyes and looked at Song Jiamu. He seemed to be in a daze, his body was motionless, but his heart was beating very fast.
Humph, she just wanted to hold him tightly, but now she wanted to share the quilt with her but that was no longer possible. She wanted to smell his scent, feel his heartbeat, sleep in his warm arms, and humiliate him severely.
"Song Jiamu, lie down flat."
"oh……"
Song Jiamu turned over and lay down on his back, with the girl clinging to his back. When he turned over, he pressed her down, but she, who was so soft, moved and came out from behind him.
Yun Shuqian took one of his arms and put it on her back, and then she rested her head on his arm, her pretty body pressed against his arms, and her legs were also wrapped around his lower abdomen.
Grinding on the ground.
In the dim room, the air conditioner blew a cool breeze softly, and time ticked by.
Song Jiamu closed his eyes, and Yun Shuqian also closed his eyes, with his arms around his neck. The two of them seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but the quilt was moving gently.
"Yun Shuqian..."
Song Jiamu's voice was a little hoarse when he spoke. He called her name and looked at her as if begging for mercy, but his hands involuntarily held her tighter.
"Do you still dare to bully me?"
"I don't dare anymore!"
"I see that you have no attitude of admitting your mistake at all."
"real!"
Seeing Song Jiamu begging for mercy like this, Yun Shuqian worked harder, with a wicked smile on her face. As expected, Song Jiamu was about to be tortured to death by her.
Song Jiamu tensed his body, sighing melancholy in the darkness, and his arms around her gradually relaxed.
Yun Shuqian was stunned.
Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled and he looked at the ceiling.
Neither of them spoke for a while.
In the darkness, even though Song Jiamu was so shameless, his face was always red with embarrassment.
Yun Shuqian finally stopped her legs obediently, her little face started to feel hot, and with a sound, she ran back into her quilt as if she was running away, and was wrapped up into a snail again.
Song Jiamu hesitated to speak, hesitated to speak, got up and got down in embarrassment, opened the closet, and then went to the bathroom. Not long after, the sound of water could be heard.
The girl who had committed the crime hid under the quilt, not daring to breathe. Her big eyes were wide open and her pupils were trembling.
Woo!
It's over, it's over, Song Zhutou has been humiliated now! He will definitely take revenge!
Fortunately, the thing that frightened the girl did not happen for the time being. Like a saint, Song Jiamu changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom, lay down on the bed, got into her bed, and hugged her tenderly.
Feeling wronged, Yun Shuqian didn't dare to move. She just blushed and buried her head in his chest like an ostrich, pretending that nothing happened.
"Song Jiamu..."
"Um?"
"Let's make it even. No one will be allowed to do this again in the future."
Yun Shuqian was more well-behaved than ever before, curling up in his arms, holding her little fists like a baby, and her voice was extremely gentle.
It's a pity that Song Jiamu's voice sounded in her ears like a demon:
"no."
"..."
The reserved girl felt melancholy about her future life for the first time.