Sure enough, I still think highly of him.

"Then take these pairs and I'll help you put them on."

Song Jiamu squatted down and was about to put on her socks. Yun Shuqian blushed and twitched her feet: "I want to wash my feet!"

"I'll help you wash it."

Song Jiamu diligently brought the socks into her room. Yun Shuqian was washing her feet in the bathroom, so he put down the socks and hurried over.

"You also need to wash your feet. You can't go to bed without washing your feet. They're very dirty."

"Wash, wash, wash."

She took the showerhead and sprayed water on Song Jiamu's big feet, and he rubbed his left and right feet alternately.

Then he held the shower head and sprayed water on her white and tender little feet. She didn't want him to rub them, so she rubbed her left and right feet alternately.

After closing the door and locking it, Yun Shuqian sat on the edge of the bed, stretching out her feet to shake off the moisture. Song Jiamu took the towel he had left at her house, sat down next to her, and put her legs on his.

Go on, wrap her feet with a towel and dry them carefully.

Such cute white and tender little feet, just held in his big hands, the little girl's feet smelled of milk, and the tender toes were like delicious toffee, and the fingernails

The feet are also shiny in color, and the soles of the feet are so soft that there is no trace of calluses.

Occasionally, he would sneak his palms under the towel with evil intentions, and hold her feet with their skin touching each other, making the warm and lovely feeling even more obvious.

Yun Shuqian stared at him with big eyes, her pretty face was slightly red, and her feet felt a little itchy when he held them, so she kicked them uncomfortably.

After wiping her feet, Song Jiamu simply washed the towel and hung it back in the bathroom of her room. As for his own feet, he didn't use his own towel to wipe them, so he just wiped them with two paper towels.

Yun Shuqian sat on the bed, and Song Jiamu picked out a pair of small white socks, hugged her legs over, and carefully put the socks on for her.

The edge of the socks wrapped around the delicate skin of the girl's ankles, and the new socks were full of elasticity, which made her skin slightly sunken. The touch of white in between was simply heart-warming.

Damn it, I really want a kiss. Do I, Song Jiamu, really have strange hobbies?

I also remembered Mr. Lu Xun's famous saying about legs. When I saw short sleeves, I immediately thought of white arms, and immediately... Human imagination can only make such a leap at this level. This seems to be not Song Jiamu's fault.

Because Yun Shuqian had a cold and the air conditioner was only turned on to 26 degrees, she covered herself with a quilt. Song Jiamu also wanted to get under her quilt, but she refused, so Song Jiamu had no choice but to use a blanket to cover her up.

The afternoon sunlight slants in through the gaps in the curtains, and there are fairy-like dust particles floating in the path of the light. This is called the Tyndall effect.

"Turn around, turn around..."

After not sleeping with him for a few days, Yun Shuqian seemed very happy and pushed his shoulder with her little hand.

Song Jiamu lay on his side and turned around, and then he felt the girl's soft body coming from behind him. Her arms wrapped around his armpits to his chest, hugging him tightly, and her face was raised like a cat.

She rubbed her back, found a comfortable angle, and lay down comfortably.

Song Jiamu's arm was close to her skin, and his big hand gently played with her tender little hand. Her slender fingers held it like a handful of onion tubes. He raised her hand high, and she poked it with her index finger sensibly.

Put it in his mouth and let him suck it.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Think of a solution quickly..." Her cat-like lazy voice sounded behind him.

"What?" Song Jiamu concentrated on sucking his fingers. Could it be that his slightly bowed body was exposed again? But what could he do about this kind of thing? She was not willing to help like in "Norwegian Wood", and she obviously had no shortage of it.

Reading this book, don’t you know that what you read on paper is ultimately shallow, and you know the truth of how to do it in detail?

"I'm talking about my father, mother, uncles and aunts!"

"What happened to them?"

"..."

Yun Shuqian stopped letting him eat her fingers and pulled them out of his mouth. Song Jiamu immediately felt that his head was much clearer.

"You mean, find a way for them to bring us together? Let them speak for themselves?"

"That's right, otherwise you have to go tell them. It's so embarrassing. You, just think of a way. Let your uncles and aunts tell my parents and let me be nice to you, and then my parents will come back to me.

Say, I can follow you, otherwise it will be like stealing all day long..."

"Who told you not to be my girlfriend? Then you are stealing... Hey, don't fight, don't fight."

Yun Shuqian nudged him with her knee angrily.

Song Jiamu frowned. This matter is indeed difficult. It would be best if the elders can take the initiative to say it, and it is undoubtedly safer than saying it themselves.

"Miss Yun wants the elders to mediate first?"

"Miss Kaguya, I'm serious!"

Song Jiamu gently pulled her arm away, turned her body around, and Yun Shuqian crawled into his arms.

He raised his head and spoke softly in her ear.

As one of the thinnest parts of a girl's body, the ears are not supported by a hard skeleton or wrapped in thick fat, but the nerve network connects nerve endings throughout the body.

Whenever Song Jiamu leaned so close to whisper in her ear, the hot air would blow in, and the numbing stimulation would spread to her neck, and then spread to the girl's body. It can be said that this is one of Yun Shuqian's skills.

One.

"Then it seems there is only one possible way."

"What, what can I do?"

Yun Shuqian felt that her ears were itchy and hot, and she couldn't help but rub them into his arms again.

"Be pregnant out of wedlock! Wait until you are pregnant with my baby..."

"...Go to hell! Who wants to get pregnant without marriage?!"

Yun Shuqian twisted away from his arms and pinched him angrily.

I thought he would give some constructive suggestions, but all he said was nothing!

"Do you know how good I am in bed?" Song Jiamu's voice turned evil.

"...What do you mean? I am a patient." Yun Shuqian tightened her grip on the quilt and stared at him warily.

"I can lie down for a day without eating or drinking!"

"……roll!"

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Chapter completed!