"Go and wash it quickly...why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Yun Shuqian glared at him in embarrassment, looking at his strong and streamlined upper body. When passing by him, she saw that the thread on his shoulder was clearly visible, and now there were slightly purple teeth marks.

The reserved girl suddenly lost her composure.

"I'm not wearing any pants either."

"...Who wants to know such a thing!!"

The girl raised her little fist and was about to hit him. Song Jiamu quickly grabbed a pair of underwear on the bed and quickly ran into the bathroom.

Yun Shuqian's mind was filled with the fact that he was not wearing pants. He carried the dirty clothes to the balcony and saw his unwashed clothes in the basin.

While helping him wash his clothes and underwear, he whispered that he was ‘perverted’, ‘perverted’ and ‘dead perverted’.

The clothes they both wore were light shorts and T-shirts, which were washed quite quickly. After washing the clothes and hanging them to dry, she sat on the sofa again and picked up the hair dryer to blow dry his other shoe.

While blowing his shoes, he whispered "stinky feet", "stinky feet" and "big stinky feet"

When Song Jiamu came out, what he saw was this scene - the girl retched from time to time, her delicate little nose wrinkled, and the hair dryer was not blowing her hair, but blowing his shoes.

"Your shoes stink!"

"...Please believe that these shoes don't stink."

"I do not believe!"

Yun Shuqian put her hand into the shoe and touched it to make sure it was dry. Then she threw the shoe away and ran to the bathroom to wash her hands.

Song Jiamu blew his hair and looked at the two sets of clothes that had been hung up outside the balcony, feeling warm in his heart.

Yun Shuqian came out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed with her legs crossed.

Song Jiamu poured a cup of ginger water and handed it to her, connected the hair dryer to the bedside socket, pulled the cord and sat down behind her, untied the towel wrapping her hair, and the girl's beautiful black hair fell down, and the air

There is a faint fragrance of hair floating in it.

She took a sip of the ginger water. It was hot, and it warmed her throat all the way to her stomach.

She closed her eyes, feeling his gentle movements and the warm breath wrapping around her. When she felt comfortable, her feet began to move playfully.

"How's it going? Does this holiday feel more perfect now?"

"Well, it's okay~...You, don't pinch my earlobe, it's itchy."

Song Jiamu massaged her head, gently twirling her earlobe with his thumb and index finger. The girl's earlobe was particularly soft, as if he was pinching one. It was tender and soft, making people want to suck it.

Stay and taste it.

Her ears were super sensitive, and Song Jiamu only pinched them for a short while before she shrank her shoulders and refused to allow him to pinch them any more.

He sat next to her, took her hands over, squeezed them gently, and clasped their fingers together.

She closed her eyes, but she was no longer coy. There was just a little blush on her face, and occasionally she would hold him back with a little force, and there was a cute curve at the corner of her mouth that could not be concealed.

"Okay, it's your turn."

Song Jiamu took away the pillow and lay down sideways on the bed.

"Hmph, let's see if I don't crush you..."

Yun Shuqian chuckled and climbed onto the bed, holding one hand on the wall. He first stepped on his waist with his left foot, and then stepped on his right foot.

Just standing still like this made Song Jiamu let out a pleasant "drink~".

He really believed in the Internet meme about "I can't carry a bag of rice, but if I were a girl, I could not only resist it, but I could also run away."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Carrying ninety kilograms of Yun Shuqian on his back, he ran a full three kilometers. If he said he was not tired, he would be lying. Now his whole body is weak and trembling.

, a sore batch.

The feeling of being stepped on by Yun Shuqian is wonderful and addictive.

The feeling of stepping on Song Jiamu is also wonderful and addictive.

After gaining experience, Yun Shuqian would not fall down so easily. Her legs seemed to be standing still, stepping gently back and forth on his waist and back. Occasionally, she would step on his butt with her left foot and rub it.

, occasionally stepping on his shoulder with her right foot and rubbing it.

All in all, it was a very interesting thing for both parties.

When he was trying to see if he could stand firm without holding on to the wall, Yun Shuqian fell off his back with a loud thud. She fell next to Song Jiamu, giggling happily.

"You're not allowed to move! If you move, I won't be able to stand still!"

"Then even tightrope walkers can stand firm, so your skills must be too poor."

"I won't step on you anymore."

"Just step on it for five more minutes."

"No, go away quickly, I'm going to sleep."

"Okay, okay, then go to sleep."

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian adjusted their positions, put the pillows back on the bedside, and they lay down on the bed together.

"Then I turn off the lights?"

"The phone... takes it to charge. I have to go back early tomorrow morning."

"With a ten o'clock ticket, we should be able to sleep until we wake up naturally, right?"

"You must set an alarm clock. It's eight o'clock. If you oversleep, you'll be a pig!"

"You're a pig, I'll wake up at seven o'clock at the latest."

"You are the pig, you are the pig."

Thinking of something else, Yun Shuqian reminded him: "Have you told Auntie and the others?"

"I didn't say anything. Didn't you tell me not to say anything?"

"I said the bus will be at ten o'clock tomorrow!"

"Oh, let me tell you something."

Song Jiamu picked up the phone and sent a message to Li Yuan: [Mom, we will go back at ten o'clock tomorrow and leave a meal for lunch]

Li Yuan made a video call right away.

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian, who were lying on the same bed, panicked instantly.

The reserved girl immediately opened the quilt with a guilty conscience and planned to hide in the bathroom.

"Where are you going?"

"Hide, hide! Don't answer it yet!"

"Just hide under the quilt and I'll turn off the light."

"Then don't turn on the light!"

Yun Shuqian hurriedly hid under the quilt. Song Jiamu turned off the light, sat up against the bedside with only a small desk lamp on, and then connected the video call.

"Mom, are you still awake?"

"...It's only ten o'clock, you went to bed so early?"

Li Yuan looked at the video and saw that Song Jiamu was the only one in the picture. The lights were dim and she couldn't see anything clearly.

"Ah, I have been away for another day today. I will get up early and go to bed early tomorrow."

"Where's Qianqian?"

Yun Shuqian's body in the quilt was tense, and his heartbeat was quickening. He secretly pushed Song Jiamu with his hand through the quilt, signaling him not to spill the beans.

"She's in the next room, probably asleep too."

"Well, that's alright. Be careful on your way back."

Li Yuan hung up the phone.

The girl hiding under the quilt breathed a sigh of relief.

Darling, my aunt would never have thought that she would sleep next to her son...

Woo!

"Okay, sleep."

Song Jiamu also felt stimulated. He plugged his cell phone back in to charge. He didn't turn off the small desk lamp. He straightened the quilt and lay down again.

After a while, the flower girl, who was about to be suffocated in the quilt, finally got her head out.

Without saying a word, she moved her body gently and quietly, turning sideways like Song Jiamu, looking at him with a blushing face.

Song Jiamu was also looking at him. There was a small desk lamp, and the warm orange light made each other's faces look particularly soft and clear.

It's like playing with a wooden figure. She doesn't speak, and neither does he. She doesn't close her eyes, and neither does he.

The two people just stared at each other.

He didn't know how long he watched, but the corner of Song Jiamu's mouth curled up a little, and he held it back, but the funny look made Yun Shuqian couldn't help it anymore, and he chuckled, and then Song Jiamu also laughed.
To be continued...