After Song Jiamu took a nap in the pavilion and memorized another hundred words, he went to play ball with Zhang Sheng and others at around three o'clock.
"Hey Jiamu, how are you and the monitor doing now?"
"How do you feel?" Song Jiamu asked curiously.
"It seems we've gotten a lot closer?" Zhang Sheng thought for a moment and said, "When I pushed you over, she didn't even glare at you. She would have glared at you before."
Song Jiamu took the ball thrown by him and made a jump shot. Only the pleasant sound of the net squeaking could be heard, and he hit the ball accurately.
This was indeed the case, and he also discovered that Yun Shuqian didn't glare at him, and even when their shoulders occasionally touched, she pulled away without paying much attention.
"Didn't you say that you were going to do club activities during the holidays? How are you going to do activities for two people?"
"Just look for materials, inspiration, etc. The things of a book writer are very complicated."
Song Jiamu thought that if the news department came to report on their club activities, they should be able to write like this: The boy had a handsome hairstyle, the girl put on a sexy short skirt, they got together in a haunted house, and then swapped at McDonald's
A token of love, they ate spicy hotpot, exchanged saliva, and the two slept opposite each other. The girl stayed on his bed until late at night before leaving, leaving her hair on the pillow. It was really an intriguing event.
When it is written like this, it changes everything! The truth is not like this!
Song Jiamu continued playing ball until about four o'clock in the afternoon when he saw Yun Shuqian running on the track and field next door.
Yun Shuqian took Yuan Caiyi to run together. Obviously, the two girls are not good at sports. Because their bodies are different, they have different looks when running.
With every step he took, Yuan Caiyi's chest would always feel an astonishing tremor.
Even Yun Shuqian was stunned.
"Caiyi...will those things be heavy?"
"Huh... of course it's serious. Those annoying guys are always watching, and they're so annoying."
"..."
Yun Shuqian couldn't understand her troubles. Yuan Caiyi only felt that her center of gravity was unstable and there was a risk of falling forward. She felt like she was being pulled by her chest while running, and she couldn't see her feet. The risk of tripping over herself was comparable to that of a flat-chested girl.
Much higher.
"No, no, I have to wear tight underwear next time I run. I can't run anymore..."
"..."
It was the first time that Yun Shuqian saw someone who was better at running than herself. At this moment, Yun Shuqian couldn't feel proud.
She didn't realize any of the worries Yuan Caiyi told her.
Today's run was not a whim, and of course it was not because Song Jiamu was playing ball. She wanted to wait for him to go home with her, wanted to build his electric car, wanted to hold him, and other reasons.
I just want to exercise!
"I'm going back to the dormitory to take a shower. Do you want to come with me? We can take a shower together."
"No, I'll run two more laps..."
"Okay, I guess you don't have to run two more laps, your Song Jiamu is coming to pick you up."
"Don't talk nonsense..."
"I'm leaving, bye!"
Yuan Caiyi held her waist and left.
Just as Yun Shuqian was about to start running, he was lightly tapped on the shoulder.
When I looked back, it turned out to be Song Jiamu.
The reserved girl ignored him and continued jogging. Song Jiamu followed her leisurely.
"Have you warmed up today?"
"It's hot. Didn't you finish playing golf so quickly?"
"Been fighting for more than an hour."
Considering that this guy had poor athletic talent, Song Jiamu stopped talking to her. He talked while running and would soon be out of breath.
When running with Song Jiamu, Yun Shuqian felt that she was a weak girl. After running two laps, she also felt that her waist was sore.
My face was also sweating, my neck was sweating, and my armpits were sweating.
After Song Jiamu asked her about armpit hair that day, Yun Shuqian shaved off the few sparse hairs on her creaky nest that night. She would also grow some, but very few, not as dark and smooth as Song Jiamu.
A cluster.
This has something to do with each person's physique. She doesn't have much hair, and her arms and calves are also very sparse. Some girls have quite a lot of hair on their arms.
However, Yun Shuqian has a lot of hair, and the quality of her hair is very good. She has long hair that reaches down her back. When she was a child, she had short hair to look like this guy.
When she was a child, she didn't actually have much concept of gender. It wasn't until she slowly entered puberty that she discovered that she was so different from him, and these physical differences became a special sense of mystery between the two.
, can always arouse that strong desire to explore.
"That's almost it. Let's walk half a circle slowly and take a rest."
"Hu~hu~~"
To Song Jiamu, this speed is no different from walking.
Although the running speed was very slow, after two laps, Yun Shuqian reached the limit, holding his hands on his waist, and was speechless.
She sweated a lot. Even in the hottest time of summer, she didn't sweat so much.
It felt like her vest was wet, and her slender neck was also wet. The sweat beads slid down smoothly, over her collarbone, and fell into the deepest part of her collar. Her soft hair stuck to her cheeks, and her cheeks were also red.
Yes, because she drinks a lot of water, her skin is not dry at all, so the sweat and blush look very attractive, like dew on strawberries.
Song Jiamu was shocked to find that he actually wanted to taste her sweat.
He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt that she was exuding a certain fragrance, which was even more obvious after sweating like this, and was filled with some kind of strong pheromones.
"The clouds are sparse and shallow."
"Huh~ What are you doing?"
"I have a question, can you please stop hitting me?"
"When you asked this question, I had already thought about how to hit you, phew..."
"Then why don't you fight first."
Song Jiamu generously bent his right arm to face her. Yun Shuqian was not polite and raised her hand to slap him on the arm.
This guy was so hard that her hands hurt from the beating, and their hands were still stained with his sticky sweat. She wiped her hands clean on his clothes with a look of disgust.
"What do you want to ask?"
"...that is, can you smell what your own sweat smells like?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Will it stink?"
Yun Shuqian was startled, thinking that she smelled bad to him, so she quickly picked up her clothes and smelled it, but there was no smell at all.
Scientific research shows that sweat from healthy people actually has no smell. It tastes salty and contains proteins, lipids, fatty acids, glucose and other ingredients. Of course, there are also some pheromones in it, which react with bacteria on the body surface.
Afterwards, the odor will be produced. For example, in places where sweat is not easy to evaporate, such as armpits, feet, crotch, etc., the odor will be stronger.
"Shall I smell it?" Song Jiamu said naturally.
"Now, smell it yourself." Yun Shuqian wanted to prove that he didn't stink.
Only then did Song Jiamu come over openly, his Adam's apple rolled, and he moved his nose gently on the side of the girl's ear and neck, sniffing the smell in the air.
He was right, there really was a scent that particularly attracted him.
It's not a fragrance that can be described in a certain sense. It really doesn't smell like anything, but it somehow feels very fragrant and smells good.
So much so that she accidentally inhaled a little louder, and the girl suddenly blushed, quickly distanced herself, and turned back to glare at him.
For a moment, she felt like a small piece of cake. When Song Jiamu heard her, her heart beat faster.
But he was beaten, and she let him smell it. For a while, Yun Shuqian couldn't find an excuse to beat him again.
Song Jiamu returned to his serious look, rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers, and coughed twice.
The two of them have known each other for such a long time, so of course they have smelled each other, but when they were young, they smelled really bland. Unlike now, they obviously don't smell much, but they still feel fragrant.
"What do you smell?" Yun Shuqian clenched her fists. If he said she was a little smelly fish, she would beat him to death.
"It has a faint fragrance." Song Jiamu said honestly.
"I didn't wear perfume." Yun Shuqian opened her fists, looking a little shy. She smelled herself again, but there was no scent.
"It's not the kind of mixed scent of chemicals, it's just a very clean and pure scent."
Song Jiamu tried hard to describe it and remembered something again, and said: "Do you know Hormone?"
"Hormones?"
"It should be like this. Research shows that everyone can secrete a kind of pheromone, which is a hormone, and will form their own unique physiological smell, which is body fragrance. It is more intense after sweating. Generally, you can't smell it, but the opposite sex
It feels very strong, I just tried it.”
She was aware of this little knowledge, but when she thought that this guy was smelling the fragrance on her body, and actually smelling it, the girl felt a little ashamed.
She raised her small palm and patted him. She said angrily: "You, what are you talking about? Who would secrete something strange because of you?"
"How about you smell me too?" Song Jiamu said even more shameless words.
"Who is as perverted as you?"
"This is scientific research, aren't you curious?"
I was quite curious. Occasionally, Yun Shuqian could smell such a fragrance from his body, but she always thought it was a fragrance like shower gel.
"Anyway, if I don't smell you, you are not allowed to smell me anymore."
"...I think your statement is even weirder."
After walking around for half a circle, the two picked up their schoolbags and went home together.
Although she didn't go to school with him, she could still go home. Without him asking, Yun Shuqian followed him all the way to the parking area for electric vehicles.
Song Jiamu backed the car out, and she had already put on a small helmet.
"Come up."
"Put your schoolbag in front..."
Song Jiamu put the schoolbag on his back and carried it on his chest. Yun Shuqian held his shoulders and sat on the back seat, holding his waist reservedly with a pair of small hands.
The car started and Song Jiamu drove her slowly on the school road. She pulled down the helmet mask and felt that holding his waist in front of so many people was very exciting, and her heart beat a lot faster.
When she left the school gate and saw many people waiting for the bus at the bus stop, she pulled up her mask again.
The wind blew the girl's hair and fluttered in the air, and her face felt cool after the exercise.
She secretly approached Song Jiamu's back, took a breath, and smelled it carefully.