Song Jiamu looked at the small hands on his chest and fell into deep thought.

Why can she scratch and touch like this!

There is obviously not much difference between the two people, but he can't be like this.

Well, as expected, Yun Shuqian was a stingy person and refused to suffer any loss. Now that she was forcefully hugging him, it was evened out.

The girl's delicate body was pressed against his back, and the skin's hidden smoothness and elasticity made Song Jiamu couldn't help but look back at her.

But she took advantage of her petite figure and hid tightly behind him. Song Jiamu couldn't see her face.

Looking down, you can see her slender and well-proportioned legs under her shorts. She didn't wear shoes, her feet were bare on the floor, and the curve of her heels looked very cute. The front ends of her feet were tender due to the exertion.

The lotus-like toes are slightly white.

And her arms just slipped under his armpits and were clasped on his chest, as white as lotus joints.

The fresh and sweet scent of the girl after taking a bath surrounded Song Jiamu, making him couldn't help but touch his nose.

"Are you ready? You've been hugging me for three minutes..." Song Jiamu reminded.

She rubbed her smooth forehead on his back to shake her head, then hugged him tighter and covered his heart with her little hand, feeling his fast heartbeat.

"You have to struggle a little." Yun Shuqian whispered.

"What?"

"You have to struggle!"

"..."

Song Jiamu had no choice but to 'struggle' for a while.

He twisted his body, looking like he was suppressing his blush, and imitated her previous tone: "You, please let go!"

"I won't let go!"

"Yun Shuqian! You can't be like this! Let go!"

"I won't let go!"

Song Jiamu could clearly feel that after he started struggling, Yun Shuqian, who was standing behind him, became even more excited.

He gently pried off her arm, and she screamed, sliding her arm out of his palm and adhering to him like a magnet;

He took two steps forward, and she hugged him tightly and took two steps forward;

She didn't know where she got such strength. Song Jiamu's struggle ignited her excitement. Yun Shuqian simply hung up behind him, hanging on his back, and was led away in the living room by him.

Two laps.

Nian Nian lay on the armrest of the sofa and looked at them curiously. When they walked over to the sofa and lost sight of it, he jumped on the back of the sofa to look.

What kind of game are you playing...

Song Jiamu carried her on his back and walked to the door of her room again. He was indeed carrying her on his back, because Yun Shuqian had already wrapped her whole body on his back, like a pendant on his body.

Song Jiamu stood still. He could feel her heartbeat through her back. Yun Shuqian was finally happy with this incident.

It's like I'm telling him through my actions that I'm so terrible when I'm clingy.

"Are you tired? You can hug me from the front." Song Jiamu said generously.

"...Go away, if you hug him from the front, you will do that again!" Yun Shuqian is not so stupid. It is so comfortable to hold him from behind. She can hug him unscrupulously without worrying about danger.

Song Jiamu looked down and didn't know how to tell her that this would happen if she was hugged from behind for a long time.

"Turn around and face the door with your back." The president behind him gave the instruction.

Song Jiamu obediently turned his back to the door.

Then with a light touch on his body, Yun Shuqian let go of his hand and got down from behind him, and the two of them returned to the starting point.

"Okay, you can turn around." She said from behind.

"...It's okay, I'll just stand here for a while."

Song Jiamu looked behind him out of the corner of his eye. When he saw her figure appearing on the left, he quickly turned to the right; when her figure appeared on the right, he quickly turned to the left.

Such a weird performance still made Yun Shuqian think of something. She blushed, raised her foot and kicked his butt, slammed the door, and hid in the room.

Song Jiamu had no choice but to go back to the sofa and sit for a while, drinking some water and calming down.

The kitten on the back of the sofa glanced down.

Just know that both of them are cats! Because the cat’s tail and the cat are two kinds of creatures, both of which are uncontrollable! What is this if it’s not a cat?

But why doesn’t Song Jiamu play a tail-chasing game with the kitten? The losing cat’s tail will be bitten by the other cat.

Nian Nian is just a little kitten, and he doesn't understand many things.

Song Jiamu put down the water glass, stood up with his laptop in his arms, came to the door of her room, knocked on the door, and before she could speak, he gently turned the door handle and opened the door, sneaking a peek into the crack in the door.

He didn't dare to go in casually, but the kitten was not afraid. Blinbulin ran over from the sofa, got in through the crack in the door, and then jumped into Yun Shuqian's arms.

"Every year~"

"Meow~"

Yun Shuqian sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, with her laptop on her right side, hugging the cat that rushed towards her and petting it affectionately.

She obviously didn't do anything in the room, but her wet hair hadn't been dried yet, and she looked like she had no intention of drying it herself.

Song Jiamu understood.

He opened the door quickly and came in, closed the door with his backhand, took the hair dryer, sat behind her, skillfully played with the girl's hair with his fingers, and gently dried each strand for her.

The warm wind surrounded her, and Yun Shuqian also put her crossed legs together and placed them beside the bed, sitting obediently and waiting for him to dry her hair, her little feet swaying.

Song Jiamu brushed up her blow-dried hair, combed it with his fingers and gently combed it for her, moved closer to her, and gently pressed her head with his hands.

Whenever this happened, Yun Shuqian would close her eyes comfortably and her body would soften. She wanted to just lean back and fall into his arms.

"Oh, what can we do?" Song Jiamu sighed to himself.

"What should I do..." Yun Shuqian looked like he was asleep, but his ears were very alert, and any little movement he made could not be hidden from her.

"Look, if I didn't dry your hair for you, you wouldn't know how to do it anymore. Your hair would have been wet for a long time. If I had just gone home, wouldn't you be going to bed with your hair wet?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I'm not a pig!" Yun Shuqian snorted.

Song Jiamu was right. She liked him blow-drying her hair so much. If one day he stopped blow-drying her hair, she would be miserable.

I thought about it again. Mom and dad will be back in a few days. At that time, it will be inconvenient for Song Jiamu to help her blow dry her hair. It will even be inconvenient for him to come to her room to play together...

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Jiamu sat next to her, took her soft little hands, and gently kneaded them for her. He opened her warm palms, started from her palms, and gently slid his thumbs in the direction of the four fingers, or whatever.

If not, just sit like this and interlock your fingers with her, or cover her little hand in your palm with both hands.

"...Thinking about code words!"

Yun Shuqian said: "Have you done your coding today?"

"without……"

"Me neither."

If one person has coded the words and the other person has not, they will feel guilty. It is like handing in homework. The whole class has handed in the homework but you have not. That makes you very nervous.

The two of them were filming and hugging each other today. They haven't coded a word yet, but when they heard that the other person didn't code a word, they felt much more at ease.

"How about we take a day off today? Anyway, we still have a lot of manuscripts to deposit." Song Jiamu asked, holding her hand.

"Classmate Song Jiamu, the break started from this day off. Don't try to trick me. Don't think that I don't know. You just want to wait for me to fall asleep, get up and open the computer to code 10,000 words, and then

I lost my train of thought because I had a day off, and your grades were easily twice as good as mine. You succeeded in seizing power and ordered me to wear white knee-high socks and a short skirt so that you could touch my legs, right?"

"...I didn't think so! You said it yourself!"

Song Jiamu was shocked, could Yun Chong Chong really have special powers?

"Humph, then take care of your eyes first."

"I'm sorry, because it's so pretty."

Song Jiamu reluctantly moved his eyes away from the tight white thighs under the girl's shorts.

Girls' sixth sense is not without reason. They are particularly sensitive to boys' eyes. Even if they peek secretly, they will easily find it. Over time, they will know that they are the most attractive to boys.

What is the part of .

Yun Shuqian was a little angry when she thought of this, because Song Jiamu's eyes rarely fell on her green breasts.

Did she want to openly show it to him and tell him that she was actually very cute?

"Okay, it's your turn."

Song Jiamu finished squeezing her hand, climbed onto her bed, pushed the quilt aside, and lay on her pillow.

The girl's pillow was fragrant. He buried his face in it and took a deep breath.

The little cat knew what they were going to do next, so it jumped on Song Jiamu's back and stepped on it.
To be continued...