Walk out of the community and come to the bus stop.
"So, Mr. President, who is adapting to the actual situation, have you thought about how we will arrange it today?"
Song Jiamu asked, the activity plan was written to the Federation of Socialist Associations, and the conduct of the activity was decided by Yun Shuqian. Since she was willing to arrange it, he was also willing to go out without thinking.
Generally speaking, when boys and girls go out together, boys always have to put in more effort, while girls can just lie down and listen to the arrangements.
"Of course, didn't we agree that we are going to the haunted house?" Yun Shuqian looked eager to give it a try.
Looking at her dress today, Song Jiamu was even less confident about her going to the haunted house. Although she was still the same person, she looked much more delicate than usual, so much so that he even felt protective of this guy.
want.
"If you don't forget it, you will definitely be scared to tears."
"I'm going!"
"..."
I forgot about this, I should have said, 'You are so bold, the haunted house won't scare you, it's boring.' He said that she was going to be scared to tears, so Yun Shuqian became stubborn with him.
“Only going to the haunted house?”
"Well, it's just a matter of improvisation. Let's do this for the time being."
The amusement park is next to the Sunan Cultural Center, and the last meeting place the two of them had was also there.
The 262 bus came, Yun Shuqian got on the bus first, and Song Jiamu followed her.
The girl's legs under the pleated skirt were particularly eye-catching. Song Jiamu looked down and saw that her thighs were fleshy, her calves were slender, her skin was so fair that it seemed to be shining, and even her knees were tender.
There were quite a lot of passengers on the bus together, so Song Jiamu got closer to her and put his arms around her to prevent others from crowding next to her.
After swiping the card, Song Jiamu took her to the corner and let her lean inside.
It was a holiday, so there were quite a lot of people in the car, but with Song Jiamu's protection, Yun Shuqian felt it was quite spacious.
She leaned against the corner, her beautiful legs close together, her white shoes pressed against Song Jiamu's toes, and she looked down.
Yun Shuqian had never seen this guy wearing such white shoes. The style was quite similar to hers. The two of them were so close together that they had a hint of couple's shoes.
Song Jiamu stood face to face with her. As the car started, he shook slightly, but he quickly stabilized his body.
His two arms were each grasping the railings on both sides, and she was in the small space surrounded by him.
Song Jiamu looked down at her, and Yun Shuqian looked up at him, sizing up each other boldly.
"Are you wearing makeup?"
Song Jiamu asked this, and Yun Shuqian felt a little guilty.
When she was still under development, there was almost no difference between her and his daily behavior habits, except for squatting down to pee.
As the girl's characteristics gradually appeared, she gradually began to understand the concept of male and female. The first time she grew fur, she was frightened.
"You're wearing makeup, what do you want to say?"
"Uh... don't look at me like that, I just think it looks good."
"Is it obvious..."
"If someone doesn't know you, they might not be able to tell."
Song Jiamu said confidently: "But since we are so familiar, I can still feel it. I thought your eyebrows had grown a little longer... I mean, they are really beautiful."
In order to protect Xiaobai Shoes, Song Jiamu said he was careful.
"I also put on lipstick, can you tell?" Yun Shuqian asked again.
Unlike ordinary couples dating, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian have known each other for more than ten years. They are full of curiosity about some of the details of the changes between the two parties, which I always find interesting.
"Eh?"
If she didn't say anything, Song Jiamu really didn't pay much attention. He came over and looked at her lips carefully.
The girl's lips are very attractive. They are as delicate as the petals peeled off from the buds. They are moist and filled with mist. There are also extremely fine transparent hairs next to the lips, which makes them more real and touchable.
Kissing Fangze probably describes such lips.
The two of them were so close that Yun Shuqian held her breath subconsciously. She held her hands behind her back and supported the wall. She stood up straight and stared at him with her big eyes. She always felt like this guy was going to kiss him accidentally.
"I can tell a little bit, it should be a lipstick similar to a healthy lip color? But it's a little glossier than usual."
"Cherry flavored."
"... Lipstick can also be eaten?" Song Jiamu was shocked.
"You definitely can't use it as food, you are a pig."
"No wonder when I watch TV series, the heroine's lipstick is so obvious, and the hero even enjoys it."
Of course, it's definitely not because the lipstick is delicious that he enjoys chewing it so much, but Song Jiamu also feels relieved, maybe he will chew it in the future, as long as he doesn't get poisoned.
"Why are you wearing white shoes?"
Yun Shuqian moved the tip of her shoe slightly, and the tip of their shoes touched each other. Song Jiamu immediately felt her movement.
"You won't step on my shoes again when you come out to play, right?"
"Who would step on you? It's obviously you who keeps putting your shoes on my soles, huh..."
Seeing how white his shoes were, Yun Shuqian felt like there were ants crawling all over his body, always wanting to leave something on his shoes.
It seems that he is indeed prepared. Otherwise, if she cares so much about herself, then at the next club activity, she will die without putting on makeup. Not only did he put on new shoes, he also put on new underwear... Don't mention this.
Is it okay?
Yun Shuqian was speechless. It was a good thing that he didn't mention it before. After mentioning it, she couldn't help herself from thinking about it and looked at a certain location vaguely.
This kind of thing is like before a date, the girl whispered into the boy's ear: "I'm wearing a whole set of underwear!" Then she rolled up her trousers: "Look, there are stockings!"
Song Jiamu coughed twice, put his hand on the wall, came close to Yun Shuqian's ear, and asked in a low voice:
"This is the first time I see you wearing a short skirt. Of course I don't mean anything else. The ultimate invincible looks good. I just wanted to remind you... are you wearing safety pants?"
"..."
Yun Shuqian's pretty face quickly turned crimson, and she finally found an opportunity to step on his pure white shoes, leaving a faint mark that belonged to her.
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"My shoes..."
Song Jiamu looked at his white shoes and felt like crying.
Speaking of which, wearing short skirts feels great, especially in summer, when the wind blows, it is cool, which just offsets the stuffy feeling that girls naturally wear more underwear than boys. And compared to long skirts, short skirts are more stylish
The youthful and sweet atmosphere means that the requirements for leg shape are relatively high. Many girls will also choose to match calf socks or over-the-knee socks to modify the leg shape.
In short, the way she dressed today made Yun Shuqian feel like a very girly girl. If this guy hadn't let her off guard, his little white shoes wouldn't have suffered this fate.
"Didn't you bring your notebook?" Yun Shuqian asked.
She looked at Song Jiamu. Like most boys, they set out lightly. Even if there were anything they needed to bring, as long as the pockets could fit, they would all be stuffed in their pockets.
He is not carrying a backpack or carrying a bag under his arm. Ah, if he were carrying a bag under his arm, he would feel at least forty years old.
"I brought my mobile phone, power bank, headphones, wallet, chewing gum, and tissues."
Song Jiamu took out his belongings and showed them to her. His cell phone was in his left trouser pocket, and the rest of his belongings were hidden in the inner pocket of his denim jacket.
There was no money in the wallet, but there were several bank cards and ID cards.
He took out two pieces of chewing gum and handed one piece to Yun Shuqian, who also peeled off a piece and chewed it.
"Give me the paper."
Song Jiamu took the wrapping paper she peeled off and put it in his pocket.
He observed that compared to boys, girls' clothes had much fewer pockets. For example, in Yun Shuqian's current outfit, he didn't find any pockets, so she needed to carry a bag, so she had to
I admire the designer's design needs for clothing for different genders.
It wasn't until Yun Shuqian took out her mobile phone from her skirt that Song Jiamu was shocked.
"Your skirt has pockets?!"
"Of course~"
Yun Shuqian looked at him as if he had never seen the world, and proudly turned it out for him to see. His fingers were searching through the folds of the skirt, and the pockets were hidden very secretly.
"I've learned a lot, but this is the first time I've seen a girl put a mobile phone in this pocket."
"..."
After reading the time, it was 1:20, Yun Shuqian calmly put the phone in her bag. She had to be a girl and couldn't behave like taking things out of her pleated skirt anymore.
I'm so annoyed. Why is it so troublesome to be a girl?
Although in the eyes of outsiders, she looks quite girly, this is actually due to the fact that she is not familiar with the other person. When in front of Song Jiamu, she always forgets that she is a girl.
How can any girl talk to him about makeup, safety pants, etc. Now that I think about it, I always feel like I am a master of women's clothing, sharing my experience in women's clothing with my good brothers.
No, no, you can’t blame her, he was obviously the one who started the conversation!
Doesn't that mean that subconsciously he doesn't regard her as a girl?
Thinking of this, Yun Shuqian felt greatly shocked. It seemed that there was still a long way to go before he could change his mind.
"Even if you don't bring a notebook, you should keep records of your activities at all times. After today's activities are over, you need to give me a piece of your experience."
"No, you still want to write down your experience?"
"As the name suggests, collecting folk customs is to collect folk customs in specific places, materials that are conducive to creation, etc. If you don't write down your experience and get no inspiration from it, then what's the difference between us and dating?"
"Okay, my phone can also record it. Let's take a photo first."
"Don't post on Moments." Yun Shuqian warned.
"I won't send it."
"...If you secretly block me and I find out, you know what will happen."
"Don't say it in such a scary way, okay..."
"You are not a troublesome guy."
"Come on, come on."
Song Jiamu turned on the front camera, raised his phone, and turned around. Yun Shuqian was behind him, and the background was the flowing scenery outside the car window.
On the screen were two people on the way, Song Jiamu giving a thumbs up and smiling.
Yun Shuqian also smiled, appeared from beside his shoulder, and gestured with a pair of scissors next to his face.