"If you don't get up yet, the quilt will be wet later."

"snort!"

Yun Shuqian's freshly washed hair hadn't been dried yet. She lay on the quilt and couldn't get up. Song Jiamu couldn't help her. She was probably thinking of how to insult him. He didn't think this woman would let it go.

Song Jiamu felt a little guilty and went over to get the hair dryer. Then he stood by the bed, holding his hands beside Yun Shuqian. He leaned down and stopped just when he was about to touch her.

Now Yun Shuqian was willing to get up. She was like a little girl coquettishly wanting to be hugged. After Song Jiamu leaned on the bed and lowered his head, she put her arms around his neck, and then followed Song Jiamu to hug her.

She stood up from her waist and was happily picked up by him.

Song Jiamu sat her down beside the bed, with the girl's white and tender legs dangling in mid-air.

He understood what she meant, so he took her slippers scattered beside the bed and arranged them on the floor in front of her, so that her little feet hanging in mid-air were placed on top of the slippers.

He also swayed happily, obviously very satisfied with Song Jiamu's tacit understanding.

Song Jiamu climbed onto the bed, sat behind her, and spread his legs to hold her. Her little hands also rested on his knees and pinched his thighs as punishment for scratching her soles just like that.

"Ouch! It hurts! Yun Shuqian, now you pinch me, we are even."

"You tickled the soles of my feet a total of one hundred and thirty-eight times, and I only pinched you twice. How can we even out?"

"Definitely not that many times!"

Song Jiamu screamed for injustice, his voice was trembling, and he looked like he was scared to death.

"I'm counting. Don't even think about defaulting on your debt."

His reaction made Yun Shuqian very satisfied, and the arc of her toes swaying became even more pleasurable. She supported his knees with her little hands and tilted her little head as if thinking: "How should I punish you, Song Jiamu,

What are you most afraid of?"

"I'm most afraid that President Yunda will push me against the wall and kiss me."

Song Jiamu said fearfully, while he plucked up her wet hair and gently combed it with his fingers, combing it from scalp to neck. His hair-drying skills were getting better and better, every time after washing

Asking him to help blow dry her hair was something Yun Shuqian enjoyed very much.

"Don't even think about taking advantage of me. Whatever you dare to say, it must be something you like very much."

Yun Shuqian, who was as smart as a monkey, was not easily fooled by him. He took advantage of the situation and raised his voice with malicious intent, complaining in a voice like Aunt Rong: "Song Zhutou, I didn't expect that you actually like to be pressed.

It seems you are really weird!"

"We are evenly matched, so don't talk about me anymore."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You are gentle, beautiful, kind and generous, I am handsome, honest and honest."

"Song Jiamu, I know what you are most afraid of."

"I do not know how?"

Song Jiamu started the hair dryer, tested the temperature with his hands, and used his nimble fingers to dry her hair from the roots first. Whenever his fingers gently stroked her scalp, the girl would close her eyes in comfort.

"What you are most afraid of is embarrassing!" Yun Shuqian affirmed.

"I'm so thick-skinned, but nothing can embarrass me." Song Jiamu said confidently. After all, he was a man who could remain calm even when Yun Shuqian just broke into the bathroom.

"Then if I can make you feel embarrassed even though you are so thick-skinned, my insult to you this time will be a great success!" Yun Shuqian opened his eyes with an excited look on his face.

Looking at her expression, there seemed to be a bit of teasing in her eyes, as if she would be particularly excited and happy when something bad happened.

Song Jiamu felt guilty again. Why was Yun Chongchong so restless? He didn't know what she wanted to do yet, which made him feel very anxious.

"Miss Yun, President Yun, why don't we stop playing like this? Just pinch me. Now, I'll pinch you here. You pinch as hard as you can, and I won't say a word!"

Song Jiamu stretched out her hand and turned her arm, exposing the wrinkled skin of her elbow in front of her eyes.

"No sincerity!"

Yun Shuqian felt that she was smarter. She didn't know that the folded skin on her elbow would not hurt no matter how hard she pinched it.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Song Jiamu feels that Yun Shuqian is becoming more and more charming. Perhaps the hormones of love have promoted her changes. Her skin is more delicate and moist than before, and her figure is more exquisite than before.

Pretty.

Blowing Yun Shuqian's hair is actually a very exciting thing. Her hair and body fragrance are close at hand.

The loose pajamas lightly wrapped the girl's body. Her white and tender legs were like peeled bamboo shoots, extending out from her shorts. The loose trousers softly covered the fair and jade-like skin of her thighs, exuding

The unique vitality and charm of young girls form a shadow between the cuffs of the pants and the skin of the thighs, which always makes people feel that there is some mysterious scenery in the shadow.

Yun Shuqian wickedly raised the edge of his pants with her fingers and lifted up. She looked up at Song Jiamu's reaction behind her in the mirror. Seeing his unblinking eyes, she immediately raised her hands like a lady.

Putting it on her thigh, blocking a large area of ​​fair skin, she saw Song Jiamu move his eyes in despair from the reflection in the mirror.

whee.

Occasionally doing something bad makes Yun Shuqian feel very funny, so he wants to punish him!

After her hair was dried, Song Jiamu put the hair dryer aside, sat forward again, and stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms.

Yun Shuqian leaned against him comfortably. She closed her eyes and raised her chin. Song Jiamu also closed his eyes, lowered his head, and pressed his lips against hers.

He gently held her little hands, and together with her little hands, he pressed them on her lower abdomen. The girl's waist was extremely slender, with the unique length of an oriental woman.

This kind of sweet time basically lasts every day after blow-drying your hair, and the two of them bickered without words.

The kitten lying on the bedside table yawned, stretched out its little paws and turned off the light with a snap.

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian, who had their eyes closed, could also feel the change in light. They were stunned by each other, but still did not open their eyes.

It wasn't until the mobile phone on the bedside rang that the two of them opened their eyes numbly, as if they were awakened by the alarm clock from a sweet dream.

"Whose mobile phone?" Yun Shuqian was a little dizzy.

"Yours! Your mother called!" Song Jiamu crawled over, turned on the light, unplugged the mobile phone charging cable, and gave her mobile phone to her.

It was a WeChat call, and the caller was indeed my mother. Yun Shuqian, who had done something bad just now, immediately became nervous, her face turned red, her palms became sweaty, and she gave Song Jiamu a look that said, "If you say anything, I will do it."

Dead'.

"Hello, Mom."

"Qianqian, have you gone home?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be back around nine o'clock. We finished our Western food and then went swimming."

"Don't you know how to swim?"

"I asked Song Jiamu to teach me. Mom, let me tell you, I can float on the water now, and I plan to learn to swim this summer!"

"That's good. If you're alone, don't go play in the water, you know? If you want to learn swimming, let Jiamu take you. Are you still with Jiamu now?"

"No, no. After I came back, I went home and he went back too. Uncle Song and the others went back to the countryside. He was at home alone during the holidays."

While she was talking, Song Jiamu was observing her. The girl's little hands were nervously holding on to the sheets, and her little feet stopped shaking.

Sometimes Song Jiamu would want to cause trouble and shout, 'Auntie, I'm right next to you!'

But it is foreseeable that if he shouts like this, the fire department will probably go to Anjiang tomorrow to retrieve his body.

Yun Shuqian didn't turn on the loudspeaker, and Song Jiamu couldn't quite hear what Aunt Xu was talking to her, but from her expression and replies, she could get a rough idea.

"Qianqian, how are you and Jiamu getting along now?" The old mother lowered her voice and asked carefully, with excitement and gossip.

"mom……!"

Yun Shuqian's face turned even redder, and she said in a long, coquettish voice, "Okay, okay."

"Mom is telling you, Jiamu is definitely interested in you. Boys generally don't post photos to Moments easily. You have to be careful and take the initiative..."

"mom……!"

"Okay, okay, mom is just afraid that you have never been in love and don't understand these things. Just know it. Anyway, mom supports it. Have you taken a shower?"

"I've washed up and am getting ready to go to bed."

"Remember to lock the door. Girls should pay more attention to safety when they are alone at home. Jiamu Jin, mom and dad usually can't take care of you. If you have something to do, just look for him. Don't be afraid of troublesome others. Jiamu..."

"Mom, my phone is almost out of battery. That's it for now. Bye~!"

Yun Shuqian hung up the phone with a red face and continued to plug in the phone with 100% battery to charge.

Song Jiamu on the side came over excitedly with a gossipy look on his face.

"Yun Shuqian, did your mother let us have sex?"

"……No!"

Yun Shuqian didn't tell him, but now he dared to go so far. If he knew that her parents supported her, wouldn't he have to let himself go?

"I heard it all!"

"Go to hell!"

Yun Shuqian ran into the bathroom, and Song Jiamu also ran in, and they washed their feet together.

When she came out, Yun Shuqian was sitting by the bed. Song Jiamu pulled her legs and put them on his legs, and used a towel to wipe away the water stains on her feet.

"Song Jiamu." Yun Shuqian supported the bed with both hands, moved her toes, and raised her eyes to look at him.

"Huh?" Song Jiamu stopped scratching the itchy soles of her feet. He rubbed his hands very warmly, wrapped them around her delicate feet, and kneaded and relaxed them for her.

"When do you want to tell them about us?"

"If you are willing, I can call your mother now."

Song Jiamu lifted her little feet and kissed her smooth and tender instep, "I have been thinking about this issue before, but if I talk about it now, I feel a little less confident. I plan to wait until next month.

When the royalties come out, I will tell my parents."

A man's confidence is usually based on these, such as age. In fact, Song Jiamu doesn't care much, but Yun Shuqian has never suffered hardship since he was a child. He can't be a student with no life skills at all, and he still shamelessly lets Uncle Yun and the others take care of him.
To be continued...