After the voice was spoken, the girl felt her face getting hot.

Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled as he listened to the voice. He felt entangled and tormented in his heart. Last time he chatted with Uncle Yun, he knew that he occasionally met with clients at night. This kind of uncertainty shocked him. He was afraid that he would be caught one day.

Living.

Didn't I say that Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu will go back abroad on the 1st, but they can't bear it for these ten days?

"Come on, come on, I'll smell it for you."

"..."

No matter what! Just die!

Song Jia climbed out of bed numbly, and Nian Nian beside the bed looked at him curiously. Sure enough, male cats like to sneak out at night and fool around.

He sent a message to Yun Shuqian to ask her to respond, and then sneaked out of the room.

Holding the slippers in hand, he gently closed the door and walked towards the door secretly like a thief.

After opening the door and coming out, he gently closed it and looked at the peephole of the door next door.

The girl hiding behind the peephole gently opened the door after confirming that he had come out.

The door opened a crack, she bent down and waved to her, and Song Jiamu stepped inside the door with his slippers.

The two people's bodies were close together, and in the quiet darkness, they could only hear each other's rapid breathing due to nervousness.

Song Jiamu cooperated tacitly and observed the door of Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu's room to see if there was a light on under the crack of the door.

Yun Shuqian closed the door again.

The two held hands and walked quietly toward the room little by little, leaning against the wall.

Until she entered her room, she closed the door and locked it.

Song Jiamu's mood, which had been suppressed to the extreme by tension, was finally released.

He breathed heavily and picked up Yun Shuqian.

Before Yun Shuqian could react, she felt like the world was spinning, and her slippers fell off in shock. A pair of snow-white feet kicked and jumped, but she didn't dare to make any sound.

Song Jiamu just picked up the princess, bent down and kissed her, as if he wanted to take revenge on her for all the stress just now.

He put her on the bed and raised her hands above her head. The girl's legs were placed on the edge of the bed, her toes were curled up, and his breath was all in her arms and in front of her eyes.

The nervous heartbeat just now has not calmed down, but now it has gone up to another level.

Yun Shuqian closed her eyes and was kissed until she could see the starry sky, rainbows, grasslands, lakes, oceans, dense woods and flowers all over the ground. She also saw the underwater world, with a whale leaping out of the sea.

Then rumbled back into the sea...

For the first time, Yun Shuqian experienced what it felt like to be knocked unconscious by someone's kiss.

In his arms, she seemed to be lying in the middle of the sea, floating with his rhythm. From time to time, seawater poured into her nose, making her unable to breathe, but she was full of security. What filled the tip of her nose was not the smell of the sea, but the smell of the sea.

It's his breath, warm, this is a fragrance that only belongs to her at this moment, caressing the wings of the nose faintly, making people unable to help but take a big breath in the nose, like tasting a cup and cherishing it for a long time

of aging wine.

After a long time, the lips parted.

The girl's heart seemed to be pushed into her throat, and she couldn't say a word.

His big eyes were also wet, and when he looked at Song Jiamu, he seemed to be a little aggrieved, which really made me feel pity for him.

"Yes, sorry?"

"...You still don't let go!"

Song Jiamu let go of her hand, and then noticed that the posture of the two of them was a bit bad at the moment. No wonder Yun Shuqian felt that it was difficult to breathe, because the head of Song Pig, which weighed more than 150 kilograms, was pressing on her.

But what about the legs wrapped around his waist?

Yun Shuqian blushed and sat on the other side of the bed.

Song Jiamu bent down and wanted to sit down by the bed, but was kicked by the girl.

"Go wash your feet."

Yun Shuqian, who had just walked over barefoot, wouldn't let him come up without washing his feet. Even at this time, she was still so principled.

Song Jiamu had no choice but to bend over and go to the bathroom to wash his feet.

Holding the shower head in his hand, he poured water on his feet, scrubbing his left and right feet alternately. His eyes fell on a plastic bag in the bathroom trash can, and he could vaguely see the used ones that had been soaked in water.

Rose petal.

He just kissed her and didn't pay much attention to the fragrance of roses on her body. In his opinion, even when she was sweating profusely, she still smelled delicious. This fragrance was unique to her, except when she was in bed.

She can't smell it anywhere else. Biologically speaking, it's his genes that have chosen her.

The girl who had recovered slowly also walked into the bathroom. She had just walked across the floor barefoot, so she wanted to wash herself before getting under the quilt.

"Help me flush."

"Yun Shuqian, do you have mysophobia?"

"There is a big difference between being clean and being mysophobic. Classmate Song Jiamu likes to wash his underwear and coat together!"

"I swear, I've been washing them separately since you said that two months ago!"

"snort."

"Don't act like I've bullied you, it makes me feel guilty..."

"If you have a clear conscience, how can you feel guilty? How dare you kiss me like this?"

Yun Shuqian held the sink with one hand and raised one foot to the height of his knee. Song Jiamu was stunned, and suddenly seemed to be rewarded. He quickly bent down and wrapped her with a broad and gentle palm.

Her little feet, with the other hand holding the shower head, rinsed the water onto her little feet, and then gently rubbed her little feet with his hands.

"I still dare." Song Jiamu replied to what she just said.

Yun Shuqian glared at him and shrank her legs, her feet feeling a little itchy under the palm of his hand.

After washing one foot, she handed him the other foot, and Song Jiamu carefully scrubbed it clean for her.

It's not dirty in the first place, after all, the floor at home is often mopped.

Of course, there is a big difference between it being toy-grade before washing and food-grade after washing.

After washing her feet, Yun Shuqian came out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Her wet calves were not dry. She supported the bed with both hands and stretched out her delicate white feet. The toes were still wet and soft.

The heart glowed with a warm color, and a few crystal water drops hung on the skin of the instep, slowly rolling down in the direction of gravity, and finally paused slightly at the heel, like a hanging pearl.

Every inch of the girl's body is full of youth and vitality. Although she is very young, she always gives people a sense of temptation. Her big eyes looked at Song Jiamu who came out of the bathroom, and the light in the room fell on her reddish lips.

Her pretty face was as delicate as a porcelain doll.

"Song Jiamu."

"Um?"

"Where are you taking me to play tomorrow?"

She swayed her feet gently, and the water droplets on her heels fell down and fell on the white cashmere carpet beside the bed, disappearing like rainwater entering the grass.

"Today is already the tomorrow you talked about. By order of Princess Yun, I will risk my life to come and spend the whole day with you on your birthday."

"Then, where are you taking me to play today?"

Song Jiamu held his face towel that he had left in her bathroom before. He sat next to her, holding her slender legs and placing them on his lap. He spread the towel with his palms, wrapped it around her delicate feet, and held it for her.

She wiped away the moisture.

"Tomorrow is only Saturday, how about we go somewhere farther away?" Song Jiamu thought for a while and asked.

"How far?"

Yun Shuqian felt that she really became Princess Yun. After washing her feet, someone helped wipe them. So as a reward, although her feet were dried, she still put them on Song Jiamu's lap and did not take them back.

Song Jiamu put the towel aside, rubbed his palms very hot, covered her delicate white feet, and kneaded them gently, massaging her soles to relieve the fatigue after such a long walk tonight.

"How far is it... Well, it's best if you can't come back at night, and then we go to the hotel to stay together!"

"...That's what you're thinking about, right?"

Yun Shuqian glared at him angrily, "Who wants to live outside with you? My parents are still at home!"

"It's because your parents are still at home."

"……roll."

Although he lived outside the last time he traveled to West Lake, things are different now. Remembering how domineering and enthusiastic he was just now, if he agrees to live outside with him again, wouldn't he think that he can do it if he agrees to do so?

what?

A girl who has just celebrated her 20th birthday should not get pregnant. Although her parents are at home and sleeping together secretly like this is very dangerous, at least safety is guaranteed.

"Then where do you want to play?"

Song Jiamu held her toes between his fingers and gently pulled them out. How could there be such a pair of beautiful little feet in this world? The perfect curvature of the arches, the slightly plump texture, and the size of a fistful of hands, they were really

Every inch of it was on his heart.
To be continued...