"Song Zhutou, tell me a story and coax me to sleep."

"But as we all know, it is very difficult to get Miss Yun to sleep. I don't have that many stories to tell."

"Then, then you read to me and I fell asleep while listening."

"real?"

"I'm obetient."

Well, Yun Zhu Po in sick mode is indeed quite well-behaved.

Song Jiamu let go of her, got up and turned on the light to look for a book on her bookshelf. He didn't know what book to read, so he picked up a copy of "Norwegian Wood"

He likes this book very much, and it can be seen that Yun Shuqian also likes it very much.

"You read it very often? This book is very old because you have read it."

Seeing that he was holding this book, Yun Shuqian felt embarrassed. When she was in junior high school, she had read this book as if she were her little uncle, and she had read it over five times.

"I just looked at it once and lent it to Caiyi. When she got it back, it was so old."

"oh……"

Listening to his meaningful voice, Yun Shuqian slapped him angrily.

"Are you still talking about it?"

"Tell me, tell me..."

"lamp."

Song Jiamu turned off the big light and turned on the small lamp on the bedside table.

The two returned to their initial position. Yun Shuqian took the initiative to lean over and rest her face on his shoulder. A pair of arms stretched out and hugged his waist. She closed her eyes and waited for Song Jiamu to give her

Read and listen.

"Which part do you want to hear?"

"It will be all right……"

Yun Shuqian rubbed his neck comfortably. She liked his temperature, his taste, and his voice that sounded close and gentle in her ears.

A girl who has no one to tell stories to lull her to sleep is always a little pitiful. Fortunately, Song Zhutou tells her stories and reads to her. She thinks of her childhood. Even though he was a little kid himself, he was still happy to hold a small picture album before taking a nap.

Tell her a story, and whenever this happens, the little girl will lie on the bed obediently, looking sideways at him, with the bright afternoon light in her big eyes, and his presence is all in her memory.

Song Jiamu began to read. His voice was gentle and magnetic. The kitten also jumped on his lap and lay on its back. Like the girl next to him with her eyes closed, she listened to him reading with her ears bent.

"...I stretched out my hand, wanting to touch her. But Naoko quickly retracted her body, her lips trembling slightly. Then she raised her hands and began to slowly unbutton her pajamas. There were seven buttons in total, and I seemed to continue to dream.

As if, watching her use her delicate and slender fingers to untie them one by one..."

Song Jiamu read with great emotion, holding the book in one hand and holding Yun Shuqian's shoulder with the other. As he read, the girl's ears began to turn red, and she slapped him angrily.

"What's wrong?"

"You, what are you reciting?! Change a paragraph!"

"Isn't it great? No matter the scene or action, the language is used well and full of aesthetic feeling..."

"Change it!"

"All right."

Song Jiamu flipped through the book and selected another paragraph.

"...'Doesn't it feel good?' 'What?' 'It's impulsive, is it uncomfortable to hold it in?' 'What do you think?' 'Can I let it out for you?' 'Use...'"

Song Jiamu was just about to read the exciting part when Yun Shuqian blushed and patted him.

"Song Jiamu, did you do this on purpose?"

"What? This is the progress of human beings towards civilization. All human efforts are for the ultimate physical and mental satisfaction."

"Don't listen, don't listen!"

Yun Shuqian covered her ears with her hands.

"Then which part do you want to listen to?"

“…The Bear of Spring.”

"You should have told me earlier."

Song Jiamu read to her the section about the bear in spring.

Yun Shuqian was very satisfied. She had to read like this when studying. What he just read was all about it. Although she had read it many times, she leaned in his arms and listened to what he said from his mouth.

, and the feeling is completely different.

Song Jiamu was reading softly, and the girl listened obediently. As the night got darker, her arms around his waist gradually relaxed, her breathing gradually became even and long, and his voice became increasingly louder in her consciousness.

It became blurry, but it stayed with her in her dreams all night.

Song Jiamu closed the book gently, hugged her and lay down on the bed, covered her with a quilt, leaned over and kissed her forehead.

Turning off the desk lamp, he quietly went out.

The girl slept peacefully all night, with a sweet curve at the corner of her mouth.

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Chapter completed!