Yun Shuqian sat on the stone pier, clenched his hands into small fists, raised them up and stretched a little. There was a cute rise and fall in his chest. This needs careful attention, otherwise it is easy to ignore it.
Maybe it was because the sun was too dazzling, so she squinted her eyes slightly, and then she felt a little sleepy. She lay down lazily on the small stone table, stretched her legs under the table, and swayed the toes of her white shoes comfortably.
The trousers were pulled up by this movement, revealing her fair and slender ankles.
Song Jiamu sat opposite her, lowering his head and looking quietly at her legs under the table.
Although her legs were not very long, the table was small, and she was not ladylike at all. Her legs were stretched to his side, so that he had to spread his legs to make room for her.
Quite good looking.
Song Jiamu has a little hobby. Whenever he sees her wearing white socks, he will always take a second look, especially the small section exposed in front of her pants and her white shoes, which are wrapped around the edges of the pure white socks.
The little bit of white between the girl's ankles is very tempting. Of course, I don't have any strange thoughts, I just think it looks good.
With a swoosh, the calves retracted again. He looked up and saw Yun Shuqian's eyes as if looking at a pervert.
Song Jiamu rubbed the tip of his nose in embarrassment and said honestly: "Your socks are very nice."
"Are you really just looking at socks?"
"The shoes are also very nice..."
"Are you really just looking at the shoes?"
"Okay, I admit, your ankles are very beautiful and your ankles are beautiful."
He was so honest, but Yun Shuqian felt a little embarrassed.
Of course, it wasn't an important part anyway, so Yun Shuqian stepped on him and gave him a warning.
Although the two of them have not yet reached the level of being the best in the world, maybe they are still far away, but ever since Song Jiamu solemnly said that he wanted to be good with her and started to take concrete actions, subtle differences have arisen in the way they get along with each other.
Variety.
Yun Shuqian lay down on the table again, and stretched his legs that had just been folded forward little by little, until they reached Song Jiamu's side, occupying the space for his legs under the table.
There was no room for his legs, so he had to carefully stretch them to her side to occupy the space below her.
The two people's legs are crossed and touching each other, and the tactile pressure is transmitted to the skin through the fabric, stimulating the neurons and sending pleasant signals to the brain.
Above the table, Song Jiamu and she were both lying on their stomachs, one pillowing his left arm and the other pillowing his right arm. They each turned their faces to the other side, both of them were very reserved.
"The clouds are sparse and shallow."
"Um?"
"Didn't you say you were going to have a meeting, but you ended up coming over to sleep with me?"
"Please watch your words."
The girl bumped his leg with her knee.
But such a pleasant afternoon seemed to have drained her of all her strength, and even her speaking voice was soft.
"I'm very sleepy now. I don't have any classes in the afternoon anyway. Let's talk about it after I wake up. Don't disturb me."
"..."
Song Jiamu hesitated to speak, hesitated to speak, and finally said only: "It's exactly what I wanted."
He closed his eyes.
"Song Jiamu."
"……Um?"
"No one will come, right?"
"No, I often sleep here. Usually when I have class at 1:30, no one will pass by."
"That's good. It's very suitable to be the daily base of our club."
Song Jiamu couldn't see her expression, but he felt that the contact area between her legs and him was larger, and she relaxed completely.
When I was a child, I often took naps with her, on the bed, on the sofa, and on the simple carpet on the floor.
It's just that Yun Shuqian doesn't sleep well at all. He likes to sleep with something in his arms and push up the quilt. He always likes to chatter to him before going to bed.
He should be much better behaved now that he has grown up.
Just when Song Jiamu was about to fall asleep, she called him again.
"You just said that there was a couple who used to be here often. What were they doing here?"
"..."
"Song Jiamu?"
"...I'm going to fall asleep."
Song Jiamu was speechless and could only say: "Just whisper and then sleep together. They sat on the stone chair next to them. The man leaned against the pillar and held the girl's hand. The girl leaned on his shoulder, and then they
I spoke very quietly, then I fell asleep, and when I woke up they were gone."
"I guess they must be saying you are thick-skinned." The girl smiled.
"Shh, sleep now."
Song Jiamu stopped talking to her. He changed his sleeping position and turned his face. Only then did he realize that Yun Shuqian had already turned his face.
When Yun Shuqian saw him turning around, he immediately closed his eyes.
It wasn't until she heard his even breathing that she secretly narrowed her eyes to look at him.
The spring breeze blew the willows on the shore, then blew over his face, and then blew the girl's hair. Outside the pavilion was a golden world.
Unknowingly, she also fell asleep, and even her afternoon dreams were bright.
…
When the preparation bell rang on campus, Yun Shuqian woke up first.
The skin on her face was very tender, and even the clothes she wore were very soft, but after sleeping on her arms for forty minutes, the side of her face was still red.
Song Jiamu was still sleeping soundly, but based on the experience last time, she didn't kiss him this time. She touched his leg with her knee to wake him up.
"Wake up! Someone is passing by!"
Yun Shuqian pulled out her calf and huddled it reservedly under her knees. She woke up from a nap with a dry mouth. She unscrewed the lid of her portable water bottle and drank gurgling water.
"Well……"
Song Jiamu woke up, rubbed his eyes, and stretched a lot. His mouth was very dry. When Yun Shuqian finished drinking the water, he took her water bottle and drank her water from the air.
After drinking, she burped and returned the kettle to her with satisfaction, ignoring Yun Shuqian's murderous gaze.
"Let's go. I have no classes in the afternoon. I'm going to the library to read because of my hard work. Goodbye."
"It's a meeting!"
"Is something really wrong?"
"Otherwise, do you think I was bored and wanted to see you, so I came to you just to take a nap with you?"
"We are just a club of two people, so it won't be a big deal..."
"It's a big problem."
Yun Shuqian opened her bag and took out her notebook and pen. The pen was the one that Song Jiamu had confiscated before.
She flipped through a few pages and just finished writing the 'Minute of the First Meeting' without even writing the word 'record', and her pen ran out of ink.
"I have this, I have this..."
Song Jiamu quickly gave her another one.
Yun Shuqian was about to throw away the one without ink, but Song Jiamu took it back like a treasure.
"Don't throw it away!"
"What else are you going to do if you run out of ink..."
Yun Shuqian looked at him strangely. If he said something like that because she had used it for two days, so he wanted to keep it, she would hit him on the head with a water bottle.
"This pen has gotten better. I have changed a few, but this one still works best."
Song Jiamu sat down, and the pen tip flew between his fingers. With his slender fingers, it was quite pleasing to the eye.
But Yun Shuqian stared at him with a serious look on his face, so he didn't dare to turn around anymore. He just sat down and listened to what she wanted to say.
"I submitted the club's recruitment information to the Federation of Social Clubs this morning. The Federation of Social Clubs requires us to provide a practical plan for club activities next week, otherwise our club will be merged into the literary club."
"...Then if there is a merger, will I still be the vice president?"
"What a beautiful thought, you and I are both ordinary members!"
This is not possible!
If we really want to merge, we might as well go to the walking club together with Yun Shuqian!