I still remember when the two of them got a little closer in adolescence, and others made fun of them, they became so embarrassed that they wanted to end their relationship immediately.

But now, Song Jiamu ran for six kilometers with the words "a man who belongs to Yun Shuqian" on his face, but he felt particularly happy and comfortable.

Being able to face one's own heart and not care about other people's eyes is such a powerful willpower!

Yun Shuqian made breakfast and looked at Song Jiamu who was sweating profusely and running back with nine big characters still clear on his face. The reserved girl felt that her pretty face was so feverish that she felt dizzy.

"You, why don't you wipe off your sweat?!"

"You can't wipe it. If you wipe it with sweat, the handwriting will be blurred."

Song Jiamu looked excited, gently wiped the sweat from his face with a tissue, and told Yun Shuqian about his journey of running.

"I have become a person with a strong heart. I am not surprised by favors and humiliations. I watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court. I have no intention of staying or leaving. I watch the clouds roll and relax beside my bed. I have to be calm. The spring water bursts into the embankment and my face does not change!"

"...What Yunjuan Yunshu! What are you talking about?!"

Yun Shuqian was embarrassed and pinched him angrily.

"So you're saying that you've become so thick-skinned that no one can match you?"

"I mean I love you so much that I'm not afraid of anyone's eyes!"

"Aren't you worried about others wondering who you are?"

"Well, they should be more curious about who 'Yun Shuqian' is."

Yun Shuqian was about to faint and pounced on him, like a crazy puppy, snarling and trying to bite him to death.

"Has anyone familiar seen you?"

"That's not true." Song Jiamu showed a pity expression, "Uncle Liu saw it, but he didn't wear reading glasses."

"Song Jiamu, sooner or later you will become a social terror."

"I'm not afraid of society."

Song Jiamu was in a good mood, the sunshine outside was beautiful, and the clothes of the two people on the balcony were fluttering in the wind.

Yun Shuqian was also convinced. For the first time, she experienced the state of happiness, shyness, embarrassment, and satisfaction mixed together. It was like she got the most delicious piece of candy in the world, and this piece of candy also made her legs grow.

, it ran in front of everyone and shouted loudly, 'I am Yun Shuqian! I was born to feed her!'

After being fucked like this by him, the reserved girl couldn't hold herself back any longer. If she had known better, she wouldn't have written it on his face. Wouldn't it be better to write it on his thighs?

Before his parents came back, and with Yun Shuqian's begging for mercy, Song Jiamu finally washed away the nine words on his face while taking a bath.

He was sitting at the table eating breakfast and preparing to code.

"You are the one who needs to be erased, and you are the one who needs to be rewritten. Yun Shuqian, are you not contradictory?" Song Jiamu took a mouthful of noodles and tapped the table with his knuckles.

"Who knew you were so shameless!" Yun Shuqian's voice came from under the table.

She squatted on the ground, holding a pen in her hand, pulled up the cuff of Song Jiamu's shorts, and used the pen to rewrite the words "a man dedicated to Yun Shuqian" on his thigh.

"Then I want to write too." Song Jia finished the noodles numbly.

"Don't write messy things." Yun Shuqian warned.

"Get up, it's my turn."

Yun Shuqian got out from under the table, sat on the chair, and turned on the computer. Song Jiamu squatted under the table, took a pen, lifted up her shorts a little, and wrote on her thigh, "Exclusively for Song Jiamu"

The nine words "woman".

Not to mention, although it looks quite shameful, the sense of belonging and satisfaction is really strong! It’s like buying a comic book you like when you were a child and you couldn’t wait to write your name on it.

The reserved girl pulled up the hem of her trousers a little. She was a little trance looking at the words 'a woman who belongs exclusively to Song Jiamu' on her thighs, and her mood became more subtle. These words seemed to have warmth and were hot.

It made her face turn red.

Her tender fingers scratched the edge of the words, and she shyly pulled up the side of her pants to cover the words again. Now she and Song Jiamu were stamped with the factory label.

"Song Jiamu."

"Um?"

"Come here, let's take a photo together as a souvenir."

"...Yun Shuqian, there is no one in this world who is more suitable than the two of us."

Song Jiamu moved the chair over and sat next to Yun Shuqian. The two of them lifted up the sides of their pants, each revealing nine words on their thighs. She wrote on his right leg, and he wrote on her left leg.

, Yun Shuqian took a mobile phone, took a photo of each of their exclusive labels, and saved it in a private album. Of course, this photo cannot be released at the wedding in the future.

After taking the photo, Yun Shuqian was satisfied, and Song Jiamu moved a chair back to sit on the opposite side. The two crossed their legs and started typing.

Song Chi and Li Yuan came back at noon. In order to show off, they coded until ten o'clock. Then they went out to buy vegetables and prepared to cook lunch for the elders.

The distance from the community to the market is more than one kilometer, and it takes about ten minutes to walk. It is June weather, and the sun is already very strong at ten o'clock.

Song Jiamu drove her over in an electric car. The wind blew their shorts, occasionally revealing the words on the fair skin of their thighs. Whenever this happened, Yun Shuqian would shyly pull the fabric to cover up the words.

"Have you thought about what to cook for lunch?"

Song Jiamu asked, and then said proactively: "I want to eat braised pig's trotters! The kind with peanuts."

"Well, let's make braised pork trotters, then stir-fried bitter melon with pork, then oysters with garlic paste, and then make American ginseng and pork ribs soup!"

If you buy your own food, you don't have to worry about being criticized by your elders for being a picky eater. You can just buy the food you like.

However, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian really didn't like eating bitter melon when they were young. They don't know when they started, but they felt that bitter melon was delicious for no reason, and even added it to the most common menu in summer.

There are many people in this market. The two of them walked hand in hand from the vegetable area to the meat area and then to the aquatic products area.

With Song Jiamu accompanying her to buy groceries, Yun Shuqian felt very relaxed. She only had to hold his arm and he was responsible for carrying the groceries.

When they got home after shopping for groceries, the two of them started working on lunch together.

Song Jiamu washed the rice and cooked it in a pot. Yun Shuqian blanched the ribs and stewed the soup with American ginseng. Today, she cooked in his kitchen. She cooked twice in his kitchen in the past two days. She was right

It’s also very familiar here.

"Why don't you buy peeled peanuts?"

Song Jiamu sat on a small bench peeling peanuts and eating them while peeling. The kitten wanted to eat too, so he gave it a peanut.

Nian Nian chewed it loudly and then spat it out slightly.

"Don't be picky about food every year."

"Meow wow wow."

Every year I think to myself, if it goes to buy food by itself, you will all have to eat canned cats and dried fish for lunch today.

"If you buy peeled peanuts, wouldn't you be out of work?"

"...It doesn't have to be like this. Here, I'll give you some peanuts. There are actually five peanuts in this peanut!"

Song Jiamu peeled the most unique peanut and gave it to her to eat.

Yun Shuqian came over, and Niannian hurriedly hid his tail for fear of being stepped on by her.

The little kitten has clearly seen that she likes to step on her tail the most.

Taking the peanuts that Song Jiamu had peeled, Yun Shuqian scalded the peanuts with boiling water to remove the bitter taste of the peanuts. The pig trotters also had to be blanched first. The boss had already burned the pig hair and helped chop it into pieces.

Small pieces, small pieces.

Cut a few slices of ginger, prepare some cinnamon, star anise and other spices, and Yun Shuqian started making braised pig's trotters.

Making the sugar color is a technical job. You can also use dark soy sauce to color it, and then add some rock sugar.

After Song Jiamu finished peeling the peanuts, he started peeling the garlic. Making garlic oysters requires a lot of garlic, so his workload is quite heavy.

He liked Yun Shuqian looking at her while cooking, her serious eyes, her white and tender hands, her legs as beautiful as peeled bamboo shoots under her shorts, her specially tied hair into a ponytail, and the kitchen

It was hot, and the sweat on her slender neck was moist.

The wok made a sizzling sound, and the rich fragrance spread. Song Jiamu and the cat sniffed together, but it felt so much like home.

The pig's trotters and peanuts were briefly stir-fried, and then Yun Shuqian put them in a casserole and slowly simmered them with water. The salt was added when it was almost done, so that the stewed pig's trotters would be softer.

"The clouds are sparse and shallow."

"Um?"

Song Jiamu started to flatter you: "I suddenly feel that if you marry me, I will take advantage of you!"

When he said this, Yun Shuqian felt very good, and she pursed her lips proudly: "It's good to know that I'm beautiful, my cooking is delicious, my personality is gentle, and my family still has money, besides you

Handsome and useless!"

"It's amazing. Did I hear it correctly? I actually heard a compliment from President Yun Da."

"Have you peeled the garlic yet?"

"……alright."

Song Jiamu washed the peeled garlic and put it on the chopping board. Yun Shuqian slapped it horizontally with the knife, and with a snap, the garlic was flattened, but the knife was intact.

Song Jiamu, who had nothing to do, came to harass Yun Shuqian who was cooking.

He stood behind her, gently holding her waist, covering her flat belly with his thick palms, looking at the hair behind her ears, or scraping the sweat off her temples with the back of his fingers.
To be continued...