"Then you can figure it out yourself."

After hesitating for a short while, Yun Shuqian picked up his towel, held it with both hands and gently applied it to his face to absorb the moisture.

Not to mention, his towel really smelled good, and the feeling of putting the towel on her face was as if she and him were touching each other, which made her feel ashamed.

She turned on the shower head and washed her feet, then came out of the bathroom wearing his big slippers.

"What did you just wipe your feet with?"

"Towel."

"...You, you wipe your feet with a face towel?!" Yun Shuqian felt completely bad.

"No, that dry towel at the end of the bed."

Yun Shuqian breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that he didn't ask, she took the initiative and said, "I just wiped my face with a tissue, not your towel."

"oh."

"..."

Seeing his lackluster response, the girl became a little annoyed and asked, "Then can I use your towel to wipe my feet?"

"Use it." Song Jiamu thought she meant the towel he used to wipe his feet.

But Yun Shuqian took the towel he used to wipe his face and wiped off the crystal water drops on his little feet.

"...Wait a minute, you used the towel I used to wash my face to wipe my feet?!"

"You said it yourself."

"...Forget it, just put it back."

Yun Shuqian was quite surprised. Was Song Jiamu so generous? He was willing to give her a face towel to wipe her feet without getting angry?

"It's time to go to sleep. It's already one o'clock. I won't be filming any more early tomorrow morning."

"If you hadn't let me go home like this, I would have fallen asleep long ago."

"Hey, who can't sleep all day long and wants to videotape me?"

"Um?"

"I'm sorry, it's me." Song Jiamu said quickly.

"snort."

Yun Shuqian climbed onto his bed and climbed over him. Whether intentionally or not, she even stepped on him when she climbed over him.

Song Jiamu said "oh" and curled up, lying on his side facing the wall.

He opened his eyes and watched the delicate but cute girl lift the quilt and lie down next to him, with a smile on his lips and sweet satisfaction in his heart.

"You, why are you looking at me?" Yun Shuqian felt a little uncomfortable when he saw her, and her heart beat faster again.

"I feel very happy. We slept together again."

"If uncle and aunt see you, let's see if you are still happy."

Song Jiamu didn't know whether he was happy or not, but he had an inexplicable feeling that his parents would be very happy.

"This is part of filming."

"Who is filming a sex scene with you?"

"I didn't say the sex scene, I just said it's part of filming. In order to have better filming tomorrow morning and tonight, it's normal to sleep together."

"I'm just talking nonsense and I won't talk to you."

Yun Shuqian pulled the quilt to cover half of her small face. Her hair was naturally scattered on his pillow, and the quilt covering her was full of his scent, which smelled very good.

She turned around, facing the wall, her back to him, and stopped talking to him.

"Every year, turn off the lights." Song Jiamu said.

Year after year I ignored him and Year Year has fallen asleep. Although the cat’s ears are very sensitive, Year Year has turned off the light once today, so it cannot be turned off a second time. The kitten has worked very hard today, kitten.

Sleepy.

Well, Nian Nian looked more and more like a cat, so Song Jiamu had no choice but to turn off the lights himself and light up Nian Nian's head, pretending to be asleep.

"I knew you were pretending to sleep."

"I didn't pretend to sleep."

"...I'm talking to Nian Nian."

"...I, I talk to the wall."

After turning off the lights, the room became dark. Occasionally, the wind from the air conditioner would gently move the curtains, and then the bright white moonlight would shine in through the gaps.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Compared with the bathroom lights in hotels, after all the light sources in the room are turned off, the vision will be completely dark. After a long time, the eyes adapt to the darkness.

Only then could he vaguely see the outlines of the people around him.

Starting from the wall, the sleeping clouds are sparse, Song Jiamu is sleeping, and every year.

He falls asleep first every year, snoring loudly.

Yun Shuqian turned around gently, lying on her side facing Song Jiamu, and Song Jiamu also lay on his side facing her.

In the quiet room, the gaps between each other are filled with quilts, which are tight and solid. The quilts are soft and comfortable. It is a very happy and comfortable thing to cover yourself with a quilt with the air conditioner turned on in the summer.

In the darkness, the girl blinked her big eyes twice. She couldn't see Song Jiamu clearly, but she could hear his breathing.

She would watch videos every night when she went to sleep. She was lying on the bed and he was lying on the screen. But when she slept on this bed with him tonight, Yun Shuqian felt as if she had time-traveled into the video.

That's right, it's the feeling of being transported into the screen. It's amazing, as if the world that was originally untouchable suddenly becomes within reach.

"So what you just said, if another girl takes the photo, is it normal for you to sleep with her?"

"..."

Song Jiamu knew that she wasn't asleep yet, and neither was he, but he was about to fall asleep. She always came to talk to him when he was about to fall asleep. Wasn't this the cloud bug in his stomach?

"I only sleep with you. If it wasn't you, I wouldn't be filming this scene."

"Well, let me think about how true your words are."

"One hundred percent."

Yun Shuqian thought about it. Although Song Jiamu was lustful and perverted, he did not treat other girls like this.

"Can I hold your hand while I sleep?"

"My hands are in the quilt."

"Then take your hands out of the quilt."

"No, you'll catch a cold if the air conditioner is blowing."

"Then let's hold hands under the quilt."

"..."

Yun Shuqian said nothing.

So he quietly stretched out his hand from his quilt, slipped in through the gap in her quilt, and soon touched the delicate warmth.

Song Jiamu stopped, fearing that she would hit other parts that would be beaten, but fortunately it was only her arms.

Yun Shuqian's body tensed up and she pushed his hand away with her palm.

Song Jiamu put his hand in the gap between the quilts between the two of them. He moved the quilt and covered it with his hand.

After a while, Yun Shuqian's quilt moved, and her little hand came out from the edge of the quilt. At the junction of the two quilts, she touched his hand.

His hands are down, palms up.

So where the two quilts overlapped, the girl's hand gently pressed on his arm, and her little hand slid up until it got into his palm, and was gently held by him.

The warm feeling starts from the connected palms of the two people and is transmitted to the restless hearts.

The dark room was filled with an alluring warmth and heartbeat that was invisible to others.

"Song Pig Head."

"Um?"

"You, do you really like me?"

Her voice became softer. In the dark, she could blush as much as she wanted without worrying about being seen by others. When she asked this question, her heartbeat was so fast that it was about to jump out of her throat.

"Although I don't want to admit it, I can't help it. Song Zhutou really likes Yun Zhupo."

"I'm not a pig woman."

"You are. You are Song Zhutou's favorite Yun Zhu Po."

"I won't talk to you anymore."

The girl seemed to have fallen into a jar of honey mixed with wine, giggling and burying her face in the quilt.

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