It was such a cute pair of feet that made Song Jiamu couldn't help but wonder if there were really girls who could dance in the palms of others?

"Touch, have you touched enough?" She stared at him with wide eyes and a slightly red face. Sure enough, Song Zhutou was a pervert, and he could be entranced just by looking at his feet.

"Can you really walk with such small feet?"

"If you don't leave, why don't you carry me?"

"It's not impossible."

Song Jiamu suddenly closed his left palm that was flat on the sole of her foot and tickled the sole of her foot maliciously.

"ah……!"

So the sensitive girl reacted immediately. She giggled, and sat up suddenly as if her body was loaded with springs. Her legs were held by him and couldn't be pulled back, so she hit him with her small fist, and Song Jiamu was hit.

After a few punches, I finally let her go.

"Wear this, wear this."

Song Jiamu spent a long time choosing among the five pairs of socks scattered on the sofa, and finally chose his favorite pair of small white cotton socks.

"I won't wear it!"

"Do you want to wear it? If not, I will help you wear it."

"You threaten me!"

"President, please just wear one." Song Jiamu clasped his hands together as if begging him.

"snort."

Only then did Yun Shuqian pick up a small white cotton sock. She sat on the sofa, bent her left leg, and put her little feet into a pair of soft white socks. The socks were outlined with cherry-pink lines.

It touches the edge, and the length just reaches the ankle, making the girl's skin more warm and white.

She only wore her left foot and left her right foot bare, feeling that she couldn't satisfy him too much.

Unexpectedly, one foot was worn and the other was not, which made Song Jiamu seem more excited.

Under her socks, her little feet moved, and Song Jiamu's heart trembled.

Smelling the aroma of burgers, fries and chicken nuggets, Yun Shuqian felt hungry, ignored Song Jiamu, opened the bag and prepared to eat.

"I bought you porridge and Tianyuanbao. You can have this for lunch."

Song Jiamu stood up, opened the refrigerator, and gave her another bottle of milk.

"...Okay, I want to eat the French fries and finger-licking chicken too. Why is your tender beef burger so fragrant?" Yun Shuqian also wanted to eat.

"You haven't recovered from your cold yet. These are spicy and fried. Have you forgotten about your sore throat?"

"You mean I can't eat it..."

"cannot."

"I'm over my cold!"

"You are still talking in a husky voice. Hurry up and drink your porridge. I can just eat this junk food."

Yun Shuqian remained silent, squinting her eyes and staring at him with a resentful expression. Song Jiamu felt uncomfortable being stared at by her.

"You won't be full if you watch me eat. Eat quickly, eat quickly."

"..."

Yun Shuqian had no choice but to take her own porridge and sip it with a spoon. She didn't say anything, just stared at Song Jiamu who was enjoying his meal.

Song Jiamu also admired her. What kind of spirit is a person who can persist in eating food that he doesn't like and insist on showing his dissatisfaction and resentment at all times?

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After eating for a while, Song Jiamu felt that the thumb-sucking chicken was no longer tasty, so he had to twist a piece and put it to her mouth.

"You can only eat one piece. If you eat too much, you'll get angry."

"Uh-huh!"

It was like a drop of detergent dropped into the oil soup. Visible to the naked eye, the girl's expression immediately became cheerful.

It's better to feed her first, so that she won't be greedy when she's full.

"Let me feed you."

"No, I have a cold, not a paraplegic."

"You want it, it's my honor to serve Miss Yun."

The two sat side by side on the sofa together. Song Jiamu fed her two mouthfuls of porridge. Feeling that this position was uncomfortable, he made her sit sideways with her legs on his lap, feeding her porridge like this.

It's much easier now.

"Hoo~ho~" Song Jiamu blew the porridge on his spoon.

"Blow gently, your saliva will be all over it!"

"Isn't it disgusting? There are antibodies in my saliva. Eat more and you'll get better quickly. Ah - open your mouth."

Song Jiamu handed the spoon to her mouth, and she opened her small mouth and took it in with a slurp. The handle of the spoon felt a wonderful touch. When she took it out again, the porridge on it had been completely eaten.

The feeding process was quite addictive. The girl held up the soft sofa with both hands and put her legs on his lap. One foot without socks and the other with white socks were dangling happily.

"Song Jiamu, this porridge is so bland, can you add some soy sauce?"

"It's originally light, don't be picky, eat it quickly... I mean it will help you recover from the cold."

The two enjoyed the feeding process and did not pay much attention to the movement outside the door. The door lock turned and the door suddenly opened.

With the spoon still in her mouth, Song Jiamu suddenly raised his head and looked towards the door, and Yun Shuqian also suddenly turned around to look.

Before the porridge could be swallowed, the words ‘Mom?!’ came out of my mouth first.

Xu Ying was also stunned, her hand still holding the door handle, she blinked.

Like two sneaking mice being caught by a cat, the two people on the sofa hurriedly separated.

Yun Shuqian felt like she had a fever again, so much that her pretty face was on fire...

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