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Song Jiamu turned the door handle and the door was locked.

"Hey, open the door, I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Her embarrassed voice came from inside: "Go away! I need to pee!"

It wasn't until she saw the shadow at the door walking away that the girl relaxed and comfortably released the urge to urinate that had been held in all night.

There was a trash basket next to the toilet. Neither she nor Song Jiamu ever threw paper towels into the basket. They always felt that it was embarrassing to be seen throwing used paper towels into it. The paper baskets in the girls' toilets were even more messy.

Everything is available.

Throwing the paper towel into the toilet, flushing the water, Yun Shuqian washed his hands, opened the door, and took a quick look at the door. He didn't find Song Jiamu leaning against the door, eavesdropping.

Song Jiamu, who was sitting by the bed and playing with his mobile phone, was still frightened. Fortunately, he was a gentleman, otherwise he would have almost been caught.

The two of them stood in front of the sink and brushed their teeth together, looking at each other in the mirror with a mouth full of bubbles. Occasionally, they couldn't help but laugh when they looked at each other.

"Why are you laughing?" Song Jiamu asked.

"I didn't laugh. It was obviously you who laughed and made me laugh." Yun Shuqian said.

"Fool."

"You are the stupid one."

There was only one faucet, so when we were getting water to rinse our mouths, the two of us would grab the water from the cup one at a time, and then we would raise our heads together, gurgling, gurgling, gurgling, gurgling, gurgling!

Song Jiamu opened his palm, and Yun Shuqian took the facial cleanser and squeezed a little into his palm.

"You're so stingy! I gave you two new ones! Are you going to give me as big as a soybean?!"

"Why do boys want to wash themselves so delicately? Do they want to seduce other girls?"

"Then when my face is oily, I will rub it all on your face."

"you're disgusting."

Yun Shuqian squeezed a little more for him. This guy had a big face and used more facial cleanser than she did.

"Ah, I forgot to bring my towel in."

Yun Shuqian rubbed the bubbles on her face and went out to the balcony to put away the towel. She brought the towel herself. She uses a towel to wash her face. The texture is very soft and can absorb moisture when touched gently.

It was still raining outside the balcony, not very hard, but it kept falling, and the West Lake in the distance became hazy.

Back in the bathroom, Song Jiamu had already washed his face and pulled two paper towels to absorb the moisture on his face.

"There's still a little bubble in your bangs." Yun Shuqian said.

"where?"

"here."

She simply reached out her hand and wiped the bubbles from his bangs.

As a result, there were more bubbles on his bangs, because her hands were also covered in bubbles.

"...I think you did it on purpose?"

"No!"

A bad smile appeared on Yun Shuqian's face. She really didn't mean it. She forgot that she also had bubbles on her hands for a moment, but the consequences made her even happier.

Song Jiamu wiped off the bubbles on her bangs, washed her towel with warm water, and wring out the water.

She held up water to wash away the bubbles on her face, and when she was about to wipe it with a towel, Song Jiamu spread the towel on his palm and walked to her.

"I'll help you."

"Need not……"

"Experience it. If you don't feel anything when holding hands, try your boyfriend helping you wipe your face."

"..."

She stood obediently, and Song Jiamu put a warm towel on her face and wiped her face gently.

The corners of the eyes, the corners of the mouth, the nose, the hairline...

The towel was warm and his movements were gentle.

Now a twenty-year-old girl, she actually experienced the feeling of her father wiping her face when she was a child, with the warm towel and big, generous hands.

After wiping her face, Song Jiamu also wiped her neck.

I don't know if it was because the towel was too hot or because his movements were too gentle, but the girl blushed and stood obediently without saying a word.

"How was it? How was your experience with your boyfriend wiping your face?"

Song Jiamu put away the towel, washed it with warm water and wring it dry.

"Okay, okay..."

She was a little shy, took the towel in his hand and ran away.

"No, you are so different? You don't feel it when you hold your hand, but you feel it when you rub your face?"

"snort……"

Yun Shuqian ignored him, so she wouldn't tell him. In fact, she had feelings. Maybe she had been single for too long, and she felt she was super sensitive.

Especially to his gentleness, I have no resistance at all.

It rained all day. It wasn't heavy, but it had an impact on travel.

Song Jiamu didn't go out for a run today. The two of them stayed at the hotel together typing.

Ordering takeout for breakfast and takeout for lunch, leading a decadent life of a couple staying in a hotel.

Of course, this is not a boring thing for the two of them. Even when they are coding, they sit on the sofa with each other. If they feel bored, they will touch their arms and rub their calves, and they will immediately

You can feel excited.

After lunch, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian got into bed again.

The balcony door was closed, the curtains were drawn, the room was dim, and the two of them were about to get down to business.

"Hurry up, is it fully charged?" She looked forward to it.

"Don't worry, the battery is definitely enough." Song Jiamu took out the tablet.

"I want to eat potato chips."

"After a while, all the crumbs fell on the bed."

"I eat in small bites, so I won't fall off the bed."

"Your milk tea."

"Hey, it's so cold! If I had known, we would have ordered an extra snack."

"earphone."

Song Jiamu took out an earphone, and she turned her face slightly. He pushed her hair away and helped her put on the earphone.

The flat screen lights up, making it perfect for watching movies under the covers on rainy days.

They sat together on the bedside, with Song Jiamu holding the tablet. Because the screen was not big, their shoulders were squeezed together, and their heads were very close to each other.

This reminded Yun Shuqian of her childhood, when MP4s were available, and what she and Song Jiamu liked most was to hide under the covers with their MP4s and watch cartoons.

As long as two people get under the quilt, the light emitted from the screen can illuminate each other's faces, making the distance feel so close in an instant.

"What movie do you want to watch?" Song Jiamu asked.

"Let's fall in love." Yun Shuqian said, "Look at how other people fall in love and find inspiration."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "How about watching "Pumping Heart"?"

"Well, I've seen it several times."

"How about this one, "The Notebook," tells the story of a pair of first-time lovers who go through all kinds of ups and downs and finally reunite, overcome the obstacles of time, and finally come together to spend their lives together."

"Yeah! That's it!"

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian had not watched it either, but the introduction and ratings immediately attracted their interest.

"Want to hold hands with me and watch?" Song Jiamu asked her.

His thoughts jumped so fast that Yun Shuqian didn't even react and said "Huh?" blankly.

Then I remembered that I seemed to be conducting a club activity "First Experience in Love" these past two days.

She pinched a piece of potato chips and put it into her mouth. She stared at the paused movie with her big eyes, seemingly calmly shaking her head and saying, "No."

"Just give it a try, why don't you give it a try?"

Yun Shuqian was convinced that Song Jiamu was very good at bewitching girls. If he had said this before this holiday, he would have been beaten into a pig's head by her.
To be continued...