"I'm curious. You sent me a message early in the morning and told me not to bring breakfast. Can you cook it for me?"

"I'll make my own breakfast!"

"What about mine? I didn't buy anything for breakfast!"

"Hmph, just go hungry."

After saying that, Yun Shuqian was ready to close the door.

"Hey, hey."

Song Jiamu blocked the door and glanced inside her home to confirm that her uncle and aunt were not up, and their voices were kept low.

"Why did you get up so early today? Have you recovered from your cold?" As he spoke, he touched the girl's forehead again.

"Okay, I woke up early if I slept well. I won't tell you anymore. You can come over in a low voice later." Yun Shuqian closed the door and hurried back to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Song Jiamu went home, took a shower, changed clothes and came over with his bag on his back.

Yun Shuqian opened the door for him. She had already changed her clothes. The two of them lowered their voices and walked into the room. There were two large bowls on the coffee table, with steam rising from the mouth. They were two simple but a little delicate noodles.

The omelette was beautifully cooked, the lean meat was tender, and the shrimp was very fragrant. His bowl was filled with chopped green onions picked from the balcony, and her bowl was filled with coriander, and there were two cups of soy milk beside the bowl.

Song Jiamu was quite surprised, not that she could make such an exquisite breakfast, but that she was really brave.

The two sat down on the sofa, with Xu Ying and Yun Lin's room behind them. Although they were not awake yet, they kept a reserved distance in a tacit agreement, with their middle arms about a fist apart.

Looking at the delicious noodles, Song Jiamu's appetite was whetted, and he started to slurp away at the bowl.

The bowl was a bit hot and Yun Shuqian couldn't hold it up. He held up his hair with one hand and chopsticks in the other, leaning down to take a bite.

"Aren't you afraid that your uncle and aunt will see you?" Song Jiamu lowered his voice and asked curiously.

"It doesn't matter." Yun Shuqian said calmly.

She finally figured it out last night. Since her parents must have known something, but they didn't say it or stop it, but instead hinted, "You can do this", then in that case, like this

There is nothing to be afraid of with normal behavior that demonstrates closeness.

"What about this?" Song Jiamu gave an example and moved closer to her. Their shoulders were touching, and there was a warm feeling when their skin touched each other.

"That's enough, Song Zhutou!" Yun Shuqian tensed up a little, but didn't look back at the room behind her, she just warned him.

"What about this?" Song Jiamu gave another example. He suddenly came over, tilted his head to find the right position, and kissed her on the mouth.

"..." Yun Shuqian's body immediately tensed up, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at the room behind her. Seeing that the door was closed, she breathed a sigh of relief, but her face also turned crimson, and she pinched him angrily.

He hit Song Jiamu a few times.

"You're going to die! It's just across the door! My mother will wake up soon!"

"Take it easy, take it easy...I just want to test the level..."

Song Jiamu's expression was painful when she pinched him, but because of this test, he finally knew what things could be done in front of the elders and what things could not be done in front of the elders.

"Then at your house, when can I kiss you?" Song Jiamu asked.

Yun Shuqian didn't answer him.

After eating the noodles, the two of them cleared away the dishes and chopsticks together. Yun Shuqian went back to the room to get her bag, and Song Jiamu followed her.

She looked back at him, and Song Jiamu saw the thoughtful look in her eyes, so he became wary and stood at the door and refused to go in.

"Song Jiamu, come here."

"……do what?"

"come over."

"..."

Song Jiamu leaned against the wall and carefully moved inside.

Yun Shuqian grabbed him and pushed him to the wall, making him stand against the wall.

"What are you doing, Miss Yun! The door isn't closed yet!"

He stood by the wall at the door of the room, reaching out to close the door, but Yun Shuqian slapped his hand to close the door, leaving the door open.

"There is a corner in the bathroom, and my mother couldn't see it right away when she opened the door..."

She muttered to herself, and then moved over a small bench.

Song Jiamu thought she was going to hit him with a small bench, so he leaned closer to the wall, slid up a little, and stared at her.

Yun Shuqian put down the small bench in front of his feet, and she stood on the small bench, so that she was taller than Song Jiamu.

"I want to bang you."

She said this, then pressed his shoulders, leaned over and pressed her lips to his, with her silky hair scattered on his chest.

Song Jiamu trembled all over and his eyes widened.

Yun Shuqian only kissed him for a few seconds before letting him go, looking at him with a pair of wet eyes. The domineering movements and the blush on her face formed a strong contrast.

"In my house, only I can kiss you, you know Song Jiamu."

"……knew."

"You have to struggle."

"……oh."

Song Jiamu struggled and turned his face from side to side.

Yun Shuqian held his face firmly with both hands and pressed her lips against it. She felt very...excited!!

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(Thanks to classmate Xingze for being the leader! The boss is generous! The boss will make a fortune! I wish the boss will not be far behind! May the future be happy!)
Chapter completed!