At 8:30 in the evening, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian returned to the hotel after walking outside all day.

She was still full of energy when she was shopping. As soon as she returned to the hotel and closed the door, Yun Shuqian seemed to be squeezed dry. She trotted two steps with a meow, and a girl pounced on her and fell on the bed with a thud.

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"Ugh~~so tired, so tired!"

"I'm the one who's tired, right?"

Song Jiamu walked to the sofa and put down the clothes he bought. He was still holding a bag of snacks in his other hand.

He turned around and glanced at the girl on the bed. She was wearing a short skirt today. When she was lying on the bed, her fair and slender legs were fully exposed from root to tip. Modified by the cute little skirt, they had a graceful arc.

, it’s really hard to look away and makes you want to hold it and play with it.

So Song Jiamu sat down by the bed, hugged her calves, and started to help her take off her shoes.

Even after walking all day, there was no strange smell when her shoes were taken off. She was as clean as a porcelain doll that had just left the factory. The pair of little white socks she wore today had cute patterns, which made her ankles

It looks more white, tender and attractive.

"Oh, what are you doing!"

"Help me take off your shoes."

"I don't want you to take it off!"

But Song Jiamu moved very quickly. He took off her two shoes quickly, and then took off her little white socks. This process was like peeling an egg. When the eggshell is peeled off, it looks like egg white.

The little feet, which are shiny and white and slightly plump, are exposed.

Then she kicked him six times.

Song Jiamu felt that it was not a loss.

It was already the third night that I was alone with her. From the beginning, the two of them were a little reserved, but gradually they relaxed a lot. Such small fights also seemed to be much more intimate.

Song Jiamu collected the clothes from the balcony and went to take a shower first.

Yun Chongchong was lying on the bed, whining and rolling around. His quilt and pillow were on her bed, so the two quilts were extra soft when lying on them. She used one to cushion her body and the other to cushion her body.

It's so comfortable, and she liked to use it like this when she was little, but her mother wouldn't let her, saying it would flatten the quilt and make it no longer warm.

She used the other quilt to hold her arms, and it was particularly comfortable to hold the soft quilt. The quilt she was holding was slept by Song Jiamu. He slept without any clothes, so the quilt smelled of him, faintly.

The scent of the shower gel is very nice.

After Song Jiamu went in to take a bath, she took his pillow and held it between her legs. She used her own pillow as a pillow. Holding the pillow between her legs was also a very comfortable thing! Especially for a woman with particularly tender skin like her.

When a child is lying on his side, it is uncomfortable with his knees pressed together, but it is very comfortable with a pillow.

In this way, all the quilts and pillows used by the two of them were occupied by her alone. Song Jiamu was not stingy and would not tell her not to touch his things. His things were hers, girl.

I feel extremely pampered, as if the whole world belongs to her.

When Song Jiamu came out of the shower, he saw something like this - a little girl who had made a mess on the bed by herself. She was hiding under the quilt, and you couldn't find her head unless you looked carefully.

where.

"Aren't you going to take a shower yet?"

"Lie down a little longer..."

"Stop lying down. If you rest too much now, you won't be able to sleep again later."

"I'm exhausted and can't get up..."

"Then let me help you take a bath?"

"roll."

"Get up, you lazy idiot."

"..."

A white arm stretched out from the pile of quilts, and Song Jiamu reached out to hold it, and pulled her up with gentle force.

Whenever she felt his strength, Yun Shuqian would unconsciously fantasize about him hugging her princess, his strong arms passing through her legs, her leaning on his chest, and then arms around him.

neck, he just carried her to take a bath, put her into a large bathtub covered with rose petals, and then he walked in...

The girl didn't dare to think about it any further. She hugged her change of clothes numbly, put on her slippers and ran into the bathroom.

Until she closed the bathroom door, the warm shower water poured all over her body, and the fragrant shower gel created fine bubbles on her body. She blushed and raised her head slightly.

Water drops dripped from her delicate chin. She closed her eyes, her eyebrows were slightly crooked, and she continued her imagination...

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For things that have not been experienced before, relying solely on imagination is a little less detailed, but it gives more room for fantasy. This is the case with writing novels.

Song Jiamu was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a laptop on his lap and an apple in his hand.

He was sitting on Yun Shuqian's bed. His quilt and pillows were also here. His bed had become a storage place for sundries. Their backpacks were thrown there, as were their changed clothes.

There, obviously the bedside table can be used to store mobile phones and the small coffee table can be used to store computers, but Yun Shuqian's mobile phones and computers were all thrown on his bed, as if he was afraid that he would go back to sleep holding the quilt and pillow.

After all, they had slept together for two nights, and Song Jiamu didn't plan to go back to sleep, otherwise if she made a fuss, he wouldn't have to sleep at all.

The data of the work is displayed in the background. It has been two days since it was recommended. The increase in the collection is very gratifying. Among the works of the same period, he and Yun Shuqian have always maintained the top two.

Now it is recommended to advance without looking at the collection. You need to read the data. The urban channel is known as the king channel. It has a lot of traffic and competition. Song Jiamu doesn’t know how much he has read. Xiaopoujie doesn’t dare to ask the editor, but

The data such as recommendation votes and chapter reviews have performed well, so I think it will be no problem to advance to the next round of new book selection.

These days, he and Yun Shuqian didn't just focus on playing. They coded for two hours every morning. After finishing writing, they could play with confidence and boldness.

Such days are really pleasant. Bring your laptop, travel to distant places with the people you like, write together, hold hands together, and sleep together. It is probably the common dream of everyone who loves literature.

After sorting out the details for tomorrow's writing, the bathroom door opened, and the girl who had finished taking a bath walked out with the mist that was like an mundane thing behind her, with a pretty face and a red face.

The two looked at each other, and Yun Shuqian opened his eyes guiltily.

Seeing that he didn't take away the quilt and pillow, she felt relieved. She didn't tell him not to go back to sleep in his bed. He didn't go back to sleep on his own. She was just helpless.

She opened the balcony door, stood up on tiptoes and straightened her arms, hung up the washed underwear to dry, and blew the cold air outside until the heat on her face was blown away. Then she walked up to the balcony.

After I walked back into the room and closed the floor-to-ceiling curtains, I felt that the room had become quiet and warm.

Song Jiamu closed the computer and took the hair dryer that was left on his bed. Yun Shuqian sat by the bed sensiblely and waited for him to help him dry his hair.

She was wearing homely shorts, and her white and tender legs were not covered by pillows. They were just displayed in front of him. The girl had just taken a bath, and her skin was still a little pink.

Song Jiamu was blow-drying her hair while looking at her legs. The fragrance of her hair spread into the air with the hot wind.

Occasionally when she feels comfortable, Yun Shuqian will gently shake her legs, and this touch of white becomes even more vivid.

"Why do we both use the same shampoo and shower gel, but yours smells better?" Song Jiamu asked curiously. Her hair had been dried, and he massaged her gently like he did last night.

Brain melon.

"You, you are not allowed to smell me! It's so perverted!" Yun Shuqian hummed with her eyes closed.

"Then have you figured out how to arrange it tomorrow?"

Song Jiamu asked again. After massaging her head, he sat next to her and naturally took her small hands on her thighs.

Yun Shuqian felt shy for a moment, her hands were held by him, her mood suddenly became tense again, and she opened her eyes.

"Lay on hands."

"oh……"

He said he was laying on his hands, so Yun Shuqian let him play with his hands.

The little girl's little hands that have just taken a bath are warm, soft, and fragrant. No matter how you play with them, they are fun.

Song Jiamu squeezed her hand gently, kneaded his palm, and pinched her soft fingers with his thumb and index finger like small beans.

He squeezed his fingers a little harder, and her fingernails turned white, and then he let go, and the white color quickly turned back to pink. This shows that her body is very healthy, and in traditional Chinese medicine, it is a sign of sufficient qi and blood.

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When Song Jiamu intertwined their fingers with hers, she was a little nervous again, but she didn't break away. After all, they had tried holding hands today, and the interlocking of their fingers was really exciting.

"You haven't answered me yet. Have you figured out how to make arrangements for tomorrow?"

Only then did Song Jiamu remind her again.

Yun Shuqian indeed forgot to answer him, and her whole body was focused on the two people's entangled hands.

By this time, Song Jiamu had already relaxed his grip on her hand. He himself did not move, so she started to move gently, her soft and slender little hands gently moving in his palm.

Come over and squeeze his fingers and massage his hands.

"Tomorrow, um, if it doesn't rain, I'll go to Xixi Park for a walk."

"What if it rains?"

"If it rains, we will stay in the hotel and write."

In comparison, Yun Shuqian felt that she preferred staying in the hotel with him. She had been away for three days and had basically gone to all the places she wanted to go, but she never got tired of staying in the hotel. She could do anything.

, and slept in bed with him all day.
To be continued...