"Don't move."

"...Isn't it insulting enough? Yun Shuqian, let me tell you, you must be responsible for me!"

"I didn't say I wasn't responsible for you."

It was already 11:30 at night, Song Jiamu was sitting on the bedside, and Yun Shuqian was sitting on his lap, holding a pen in his hand and writing on his face.

"What words did you write?"

Song Jiamu looked at her helplessly, his head motionless, and the pen tip slid across his skin, feeling a little cool.

"you guess."

The girl giggled and didn't mention what happened just now. Sure enough, curiosity killed the cat. She was ashamed of how embarrassed Song Jiamu was, but why did she always feel so accomplished? So much so that she couldn't bear it.

I want to write something on his face.

There are nine characters in total, three characters for forehead, three characters for left cheek, and three characters for right cheek.

Yun Shuqian also thought that the handwriting was not deep enough. Each stroke had to be painted back and forth two or three times, which made Song Jiamu's blind guessing very difficult.

"I can guess what three of the words are." Song Jiamu was convinced.

"Which three?"

Yun Shuqian had finished writing. She sat astride his arms, looked at her work with satisfaction, and took out her mobile phone to take a photo of him.

"Your name, Yun Shuqian, is on the right side of my face."

Song Jiamu clicked on the three words on the right side of his face.

"Yes, yes, it seems that you really have a soft spot for my name!"

Yun Shuqian was very happy. She held his shoulders with both hands and leaned down to reward him with a kiss. If he guessed another word, she would definitely write it all over his face.

"So what are the remaining six words?"

"I won't tell you."

"I'll see for myself..."

As Song Jiamu spoke, he was about to lean forward to get the mirror. Yun Shuqian grabbed his hand and prevented him from taking it.

"You are not allowed to look at it, and you are not allowed to erase it."

"Yun Shuqian, do you love me to death? You actually wrote your name on my face, how childish!"

"You are the childish one!"

"But don't you just like how naive I am?"

Song Jiamu liked her sitting astride his arms like this. He could put his hands around her waist. The girl's waist was surprisingly slender. Sometimes when she got tired from hugging him, he could also put his hands down so that they would fall on her.

The girl's thighs are full of tight elasticity.

Song Jiamu put his hand on the crook of her knees and pulled her bent calves forward, letting her delicate white feet wrap around his waist.

He put his hand on her back, hugged her and leaned into his arms. She held his shoulders with both hands, leaned down and lowered her head. Her hair was scattered on his shoulders and chest. Song Jiamu raised his chin in cooperation and greeted her.

That kiss has the sweetness of watermelon in summer.

The first kiss between the two was in the summer eight years ago. I can’t remember the name of the TV series. I only remember that the evening sun stretched the shadow of the curtains, swaying in the early summer wind, the golden sunshine and the sunset.

, she and he put their heads together, clumsily imitating.

Recalling the mood at that moment, there is only one heart beating wildly, the flowers and grass are growing wildly under the summer sun, the setting sun is setting, the cicadas are roaring, the passage of time seems to speed up a hundred times, and he and Yun are gazing at each other,

But it's like eternity solidified in amber.

The long time has become the catalyst for him and Yun Shuqian. Every word in the drawer diary reminds her of her. Thinking about it, he is quite lucky.

"Song Jiamu, do you love me to death?"

"Yun Shuqian, I love you to death."

"Song Jiamu, I love you to death too."

"We are so shameless. My dad, my mom, your dad and your mom are not at home, so we just say these weird things and do weird things all day long."

"Then it's all your fault, Song Jiamu, do you remember that?"

Yun Shuqian stretched out her fingers and touched the writing on his face. The writing was already dry and could not be wiped off easily.

Song Jiamu was shirtless, with one of her long-sleeved T-shirts covering his legs. The sleeves of the T-shirt went around his waist and tied into a bow. He used the T-shirt as pants to barely cover his shame, and watched

Some look like native savages wrapped in banana leaves.

Don't ask where his pants went, because they were just washed and not dried yet. If I had known, Song Jiamu would have brought an extra set of clothes.

Yun Shuqian turned around and sat in his arms with her back to him. She put her white and tender calves on Song Jiamu's legs, her cute little feet stepped on his insteps, and her toes playfully

Get into the gap between his toes.

Song Jiamu hugged her, put his head behind her shoulder, and spread his toes in cooperation, but her feet were so small that they couldn't interlock her toes like her hands.

However, the soles of the girl's feet were soft and warm, so it was very comfortable for her to step on them.

Song Jiamu held her little hand. Her hand was so small. When he held it and squeezed it gently, it looked like a baby, which always made him feel a strong feeling of love.

"Song Jiamu, if you soil my clothes, you have to pay me ten pieces... no, a hundred pieces!" Yun Shu warned with a slight blush.

The performance of the new book after it was put on the shelves gave Song Jiamu a lot of confidence. He calculated that if a piece of clothing cost an average of two hundred yuan, he would be able to fill up her wardrobe next month.

Being able to fill up the wardrobe of the girl you love is a very fulfilling thing for a man.

Song Jiamu didn't pay any attention to her warning. In all his life, he had never been as ashamed as before. He made a fool of himself in front of Yun Shuqian. That kind of excitement still made his heart pound.

Jumping.

"Facts have proven that I am completely controlled by Yun Shuqian."

He hugged her tightly, her thin and tender arms, her delicate collarbones, her long and white neck like a swan, her baby-like hands, her tiny feet, and the sweet fragrance of her hair.

, this is his childhood sweetheart Xiao Tongran, his most beloved President Yunda.

Yun Shuqian struggled for a while, but he held her tighter, and the reserved girl had no choice but to give up, leaning softly in his arms.

"Yun Shuqian, how good are we now?"

"Well……"

Yun Shuqian tilted her head cutely and thought for a while, then took her hand out of his palm and counted with her fingers like a primary school student.

Seeing her picking and searching, Song Jiamu quickly pulled her hand back and held it tightly in his palm to prevent her from calculating so carefully.

"Three quarters to one is good!"

After a while, Yun Shuqian calculated the relationship between her and Song Jiamu. Only she knew the specific criteria for judging, which reminded Song Jiamu of monopoly.

"We're both like this, and it's only three-quarters and one point?!"

"uh-huh."

"Then what can I do to make it 100% good?"

"When you can get the certificate from me."

"After such a long time, the good things we both have must have overflowed."

"It's just going to overflow."

Yun Shuqian leaned her head on his chest, grabbed his hand and put it on her belly. She wiggled her toes and said, "I think the purpose of getting married is that our relationship is so good that it's ready to overflow."

We have come to a point where we need a new relationship to contain this overflowing love.”

Song Jiamu looked down at her, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, his nose pressed against her hair, smelling her unique aroma. Even the most delicious candy was not as touching and sweet as hers, making people want to eat her.

When her fragrance lingers on the tip of his nose, he can feel satisfied. When she can't smell it, he always feels that something is missing.

Song Jiamu couldn't help but rub his nose into her hair and continued to kiss her cheek.

"Then according to what you said, with the current relationship between us, the three-quarters and one point is good, and it will overflow."

"Yes, what should we do then..."

"Let's get engaged after this summer."

When Yun Shuqian was stunned, Song Jiamu had already captured the shy and cute little deer. He turned over and kissed her on her flat belly.

"Song Jiamu, don't..."

After Song Jiamu got under the quilt, the girl only had time to call out his name, but the rest of the voice could not be heard clearly because she covered her mouth.

The yawning kitten was lying on the bedside table and turned off the light with a snap.

Can't you two watch TV at night?

…

The morning light fell into the window and swept the ground golden. Nian Nian stretched out on the quilt, stepped on the two people who were still lying in bed under the quilt, and jumped to the window.

After sleeping well last night, Song Jiamu opened his eyes and saw Yun Shuqian clinging to him like a puzzle piece.

She hadn't woken up yet. She was probably ashamed that what happened last night even happened in her dream. She was like a little ostrich, burying her head in his arms.
To be continued...