Chapter 85 The role of the vice president is to sleep with him
Song Jiamu remembered the primitive way of catching wild boars.
If you throw a bunch of cabbage heads in an open space, wild boars will come to eat them. But as soon as people come over, the pigs will all scare away. At this time, you must be patient and nail a piece of cabbage to the open space every time.
Fences, stupid wild boars are no longer afraid. Although the number of wooden boards is increasing every day, one day, wild boars will be imprisoned.
Oh, it's similar to boiling a frog.
Song Jiamu looked at Yun Shuqian behind him through the reflection of the small mirror. The girl suddenly didn't realize it. She was eating strawberries with one hand and petting the cat with the other. She was sitting on his bed with headphones on and watching a movie.
I don’t know what plot I saw, but I looked like my aunt was smiling.
Occasionally, her calves would sway, causing the quilt to bulge, or she would sit for too long, her buttocks would feel numb, and her waist would feel sore. She would become softer and softer, and in the end she would lie down directly on his bed.
The quilt was also pulled up to the chest, and he was either lying flat or sideways, looking relaxed and at ease.
For a moment, Song Jiamu couldn't figure out who was the wild boar and who was domesticated. He was surprised to find that he seemed to feel more and more normal?!
If you knock her down now, how many years will she be sentenced to?!
He turned off his computer and turned his chair towards her.
Yun Shuqian didn't realize it yet, lying on his bed and looking at the screen with joy.
She was lying on her side with her back to him, and the quilt outlined the girl's graceful curves from legs to hips to waist, and her soft hair was scattered on his pillow.
It wasn't until Song Jiamu sat on the edge of the bed that she half-propelled herself when she heard the noise and turned to look at him.
"What are you looking at?"
""Okja Love Story"."
She was like Schrödinger's cat. When Song Jiamu wasn't looking at her, she looked like that just now. When she noticed that Song Jiamu was looking at her, she looked like this straight.
Yun Shuqian calmly sat up straight, leaned her back against the wall again, crossed her legs cautiously, and held the pillow in her arms to cover her breasts, which she didn't actually have.
"I have watched "Tamako Market", but not the theatrical version. Are Tamago and Mochi hiding together?"
Song Jiamu also climbed onto the bed and sat side by side with her, leaning on the poster behind her.
I still like him more every year, so I jump on the quilt into Song Jiamu's arms.
Research shows that cats, like girls, prefer boys. Maybe boys have higher body temperatures?
Yun Shuqian was envious when she saw that Nian Nian could cuddle up in his arms without restraint, nibbling on his fingers and playing with them. Let me make it clear in advance that she was not envious of Nian Nian!
"Mochizo is the pig's head, Yuzi is so cute."
Yun Shuqian said, then turned the screen slightly towards him, handed him one of the headphones, and the two of them started catching up together.
Of course, Song Jiamu had no quilt to cover her with, because the quilt was covered by her. The reserved girl could chase him on the same bed, but she couldn't put her feet into the same quilt as him.
It wasn't until she finished watching the theatrical version that she narrowed the window. She logged in with her own account. Song Jiamu saw her list of follow-up episodes, most of which were daily episodes, Takagi-san, etc., including Tamago Market,
She seems to have a special liking for this kind of childhood sweetheart.
It is said that the more something is lacking, the more it is wanted. Just like a true god doesn't like to read stories about gods, is her love for such childhood sweethearts also a form of dissatisfaction?
Of course, he couldn't say this in front of her, otherwise Song Jiamu felt that he would experience the feeling of being smothered to death by a pillow.
"Have you finished writing your activity report?"
Yun Shuqian asked while refreshing the computer desktop aimlessly.
"Not yet, it's already so late, I'm exhausted today."
"Yeah, I'm exhausted too."
"Then why don't you go back to sleep?"
"I'm thinking about something."
Yun Shuqian would not tell him that she was scared because she went to a haunted house and did not dare to stay alone in the room.
She was indeed quite sleepy. She was woken up by this guy early in the morning, and after another day of tossing, she was almost at her limit.
But when she was in his room, she felt so safe that she really didn't want to go back for a while. It would be great if he could move out and she would sleep in his room.
"What are you thinking about?" Song Jiamu asked curiously.
"I'm thinking about what activities we are going to do tomorrow. It's rare to have a holiday, and I still don't know what to write in the new book. Of course I have to work hard to find inspiration."
The girl spoke righteously, not because she was happy staying with him or because she felt fulfilled during the vacation.
"Not tomorrow."
"The day after tomorrow."
"It won't be possible the day after tomorrow."
Yun Shuqian glanced at him and asked, "Do you think club activities are boring?"
"No, I'm going back to my hometown with my parents tomorrow. Tomb Sweeping Day will be the day after tomorrow. I'm going to worship my ancestors there. I haven't been back since the Chinese New Year, so I'll go back and stay for two days."
"Well, then you won't be here these two days?"
Her voice sounded a little disappointed. She had already made plans, but he was not here, and she didn't like the feeling of having her plans disrupted.
"Well, remember not to miss me too much."
"I wish I couldn't see you anymore. Who would miss you? Song Jiamu, I find that your shame is getting thicker and thicker."
Yun Shuqian glared at him, looking unhappy.
"Otherwise, as the vice president, I propose that our club activities for the next two days are to go back to the countryside with me to collect customs, broaden your horizons, and take you to understand the customs of worshiping ancestors in our countryside."
"this……"
Yun Shuqian blinked his eyes.
The custom of worshiping ancestors! It seems to be of great research value!
She is an ordinary city dweller who was born and raised. She has lost much understanding of some customs with the modernization. Occasionally, when her parents are free, the whole family will go out together for fun, but they are still abroad now, and the holidays are just a matter of time.
Somewhat boring.
Song Jiamu is different. His grandfather's generation and above are ordinary country people, but his father Song Chi has moved into the city and is now the director of a large company. His living conditions are also very good. Every year during the Chinese New Year, he
This was the longest time that Yun Shuqian and Song Jiamu had not seen each other. He usually stayed in the countryside for half a month during the New Year. She heard that he could also set off fireworks and so on, which she had always been envious of.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Listening to Song Jiamu's suggestion, Yun Shuqian was a little moved, his big eyes turned around, and the desktop refreshed on the screen more frequently.
After a while, she shook her head: "No."
"Why don't you go? You're bored here anyway."
"For example, if it's the Dragon Boat Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Chinese New Year, etc., it's fine if I go back with you, and we can also collect customs, but if you go back to worship your ancestors, wouldn't it be... something like bringing a girl to meet your ancestors if I go back with you?
Yes, I don’t want to, I won’t go, I just want to go to the library to read, you can go back by yourself.”
"We are both innocent and have a clear conscience. What does this mean?"
Yun Shuqian felt guilty and turned away: "Anyway, don't..."
"You really don't want to go?"
"Not going."
"All right."
Seeing her insistence, Song Jiamu stopped asking. He knew that this guy was very stubborn. Usually when she was telling the truth, she would relent if he asked the second time, and she would agree the third time; but when she was really determined
Sometimes, even if I ask three hundred times, she will still say no.
Just as she understood him, Song Jiamu understood her down to every curly hair.
Thinking of this, Song Jiamu couldn't hold back his curiosity and whispered into her ear. He also increased the defense around his waist. There was a trick to this. He had to tighten his abdominal muscles so that she could pinch her.
When she's pregnant, she can't pinch much skin, otherwise if she pinches a piece of skin and twists it half a circle, it will hurt to death.
"Do you... girls have armpit hair?"
"...Go to Baidu yourself!"
Yun Shuqian pinched his thigh, which made Song Jiamu burst into tears.
She ate all the strawberries on the plate, her mouth bulging like a little hamster, snorted, crawled out of his bed, put on the slippers that were obviously several sizes too small that were placed next to him on the bed, and slipped away.
ran away.
…
It's already eleven o'clock in the evening.
Song Jiamu brushed his teeth and lay down on the bed to prepare for sleep.
Picking up the pillow, he twisted a long strand of hair and looked at it carefully under the lamp.
Good guy, if Zhang Sheng and the others saw him, they wouldn't believe him even if he said anything, right?
"Every year, turn off the lights."
"Meow~"
The kitten is very smart. After he was trained several times, when he heard that the lights were turned off, Nian Nian would jump on the bedside table, stretch out his little paws and press the switch, and the room would become completely dark.
After turning off the lights, the little cat also jumped on the bed, settled into a warm position next to his pillow, and yawned before falling asleep.
Song Jiamu also closed his eyes.
Before I could fall asleep, my phone screen turned on and the WeChat call rang.
Who is it, in the middle of the night...
Song Jiamu picked up his phone and saw a video call from Yun Shuqian.
The timid girl was scared to sleep at Nuo Da's house. Although her feet were hidden under the quilt, she still couldn't fall asleep. She was thinking about the haunted house, thinking about him going back to her hometown tomorrow, and thinking about him pulling her hair.
, I can’t sleep anyway!
Song Jiamu clicked to connect, and her picture came from the video.
She put on her pajamas and curled up sideways in the quilt. The quilt was tightly covered, only her small face was exposed, and her big eyes were blinking. Although she was already sleeping, the lights in the room were not turned off and she slept with the lights on.
.
I should have known better than to go to the haunted house!
"What are you doing, not sleeping yet?"
"You, please turn on the light, so the light from the screen shines on your face, it looks really scary."
"..."
Song Jiamu was speechless, so he had to get up and turn on the bedside lamp.
The warm orange light reflects his silhouette, making him look much warmer.
The two were lying on their sides, looking at each other through the mobile phone screen.
"So why are you videotaping me in the middle of the night? I'm so sleepy..."
"fine……"
"If it's okay, I'll hang up."
"No, no, no, there's something wrong."
"Then just say it."
"I, I want to eat steamed buns tomorrow. I want pork buns with pickles and vegetables and custard buns."
"……Ok, bye."
"No, no, no!"
"...Anything else?"
On the screen, the girl struggled for a long time before telling him that she did not dare to sleep because of fear.
Song Jiamu almost stopped being amused by her. He knew that this guy had the same courage as her breasts, yet he still insisted on running to the haunted house.
"So what you mean is, let me sleep with you?"
"...Don't turn off the light, I'll just look at you like this."
She spoke in a very low voice, as if she was afraid that he would not agree. Her voice was more docile than ever, and her little mouth was pouted. She looked aggrieved and aggrieved, but she didn't have any of her usual arrogance.
Probably because he carried her through the haunted house, as long as she could see Song Jiamu, she felt very safe, and the things under the bed did not dare to crawl out.
She didn't dare to drink too much water at night for fear of having to pee in the middle of the night.
"It's okay, you can believe it if it's all fake."
"..."
"Okay, okay, wait for me."
In the picture, Song Jiamu stood up.
For a moment, Yun Shuqian felt that he was coming to sleep with her.
Of course, if there was really something scary under the bed, then she wouldn't care if he came over...
It's a pity that there is nothing terrible under the bed, and Song Jiamu didn't go there either.
He took a mobile phone holder, propped it up next to the pillow, and adjusted the camera. He slept sideways in this direction, so that his hands would be free and Yun Shuqian could see him.
"Can you see it?"
He lay down, pulled the quilt, and looked at her on the screen.
Such a well-behaved girl really made Song Jiamu feel protective, and he stopped scaring her.
"Well, then you can sleep..."
"You do not sleep?"
"I'll watch for a while..."
"Good night, call me if you need anything."
Song Jiamu closed his eyes and soon fell asleep, snoring slightly.
The girl looked at him quietly like this, from the moment he closed his eyes to hearing his snoring.