To be honest, after getting rid of those messy thoughts, Song Jiamu can also appreciate the beauty of pure white happiness when sleeping with the girl he likes.

Although this kind of innocence only lasted for a while for the twenty-year-old, at least it was not as painful as before.

The two slept in the same bed together, with her back to him and clinging to his arms. Song Jiamu's arms were wrapped around her armpits, holding her soft and tender little hands. Yun Shuqian's lovely breaths

The breeze touched the back of his hand, and he couldn't help but hold her tightly in his arms, burying his head into the back of her neck.

"Ah, you pressed my hair!"

"……sorry."

"Why is this still happening?"

After sleeping for a while, Yun Shuqian opened her eyes with a red face, and couldn't help but ask aloud.

"Because I can't control my liking for you."

"Turn around and sleep, turn around..."

Yun Shuqian refused to sleep with her back to him anymore. People always have to grow up to understand many truths. It's not just the knife that stabs someone in the back.

Song Jiamu could only turn around like he just did, and Yun Shuqian felt relieved. Her delicate arms wrapped around his armpits and hugged him tightly, not allowing him to move. Those naughty little white eyes

The legs, now, are quite honest, curled up in their own position obediently.

The two were childhood sweethearts who grew up together. At the age of twenty, they slept in the same bed together hiding from their parents as they did when they were children, and then they were so shameless. It was like a dream just thinking about it.

She put her little hand on Song Jiamu's heart and felt his heartbeat. Yun Shuqian understood that this was not a dream.

She was really with Song Jiamu, just like they had agreed when they were young. Maybe in the near future, they would get engaged and get married, and then she would give birth to a baby for him, and the two of them would be together for the rest of their lives.

When they were young, they thought that the best people in the world would stay together for a lifetime. Although they experienced many twists and turns, now she and Song Jiamu are working hard again to prove this proposition to the world.

Her love for him was like stars falling on the seabed and blooming into coral, like the evening wind embracing the moon, and the waves kissing the rocks. Fifteen years, soon to be the sixteenth year, spanned her

My entire childhood and youth, now that I think about it, I feel a kind of dreamlike fascination and excitement.

Yun Shuqian rubbed his back with her smooth forehead, took a deep breath comfortably, and exhaled it for a long time. Her voice was soft and thin.

"Good night, Song Zhutou, I like you."

Song Jiamu also closed his eyes, pinched her little hand, kissed the back of her hand, and then placed it back at the position of his heart. He always held her hand.

"Good night, Granny Yunzhu, I like you too."

In the night outside the window, the rain was still falling, and the air conditioner was blowing a cool breeze silently. The vice president held the president's little hand, and the palm of his hand was warm. The president fell asleep quietly, and soon the vice president

Also fell asleep.

The mythical beast kitten beside the pillow also purred.

…

It rained all day yesterday, and on the second day of the holiday, the weather finally improved a lot.

"No, it's half past seven, I can't lie down any longer!"

The mission of running was calling, and Song Jiamu felt like there were ants crawling all over his body. Wouldn’t it be a waste of life to stay in bed if he didn’t go out for a run in such a nice weather?

"Lie down a little longer..."

Yun Chongchong looked lazy. She was nestled behind Song Jiamu, holding his waist tightly with a pair of small hands, not letting him go.

Even though she had plans every day, she couldn't resist staying in bed, let alone staying in bed now was part of her plan.

Waking up warmly in the same bed, but still pressing him down and not allowing him to leave, this made the girl feel happy. Although they had slept together before, they only shared two quilts, and every time she opened her eyes, Song

Jiamu had already disappeared, and when he woke up, he felt a little disappointed, which was completely incomparable to the current sense of satisfaction.

Song Jiamu couldn't leave, so he simply turned over and pressed on her, lifted her bangs, leaned over and pressed his lips to hers.

Yun Shuqian stretched out his arms, wrapped them around Song Jiamu's neck, kicked off the annoying quilt, and wrapped his legs around his waist.

After a long time, the lips parted.

The girl pulled the quilt back to cover her large white waist that was exposed due to the hem of the T-shirt sliding up. She closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath as if she had been holding her breath in the water for a long time.

, and then spit it out slowly, all the layers of blush on her little face were gone. I was already satisfied with this morning.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

Song Jiamu turned his back to her and changed into sports shorts in front of her, then picked up a sports vest and put it on.

"There are still vegetables in the refrigerator. I'll cook some noodles later. Also, Song Jiamu, your pants are so ugly! I don't like the color!"

"Isn't this dark gray also nice?"

"Looks so old! Like a rag."

"What color is yours?"

"...You can also ask this?"

"Then why don't you buy me pants? You can buy whatever color you like, and then I'll wear the pants you bought for me every day."

Yun Shuqian's big eyes rolled around, and she asked in a low voice: "What size do you wear..."

"It's 2XL. There may be differences in different stores. Anyway, just buy it based on your height of 183cm and weight of 154kg."

Yun Shuqian nodded, and Song Jiamu went out for a run.

Having said that, this was the first time she stayed alone in his house. Even when she was a child, she was either with him or her uncles and aunts were at home. It was strange to stay alone in his house like this.

The girl rolled around on his bed, gathered the quilt into a long strip and hugged it. She took out her mobile phone and opened the shopping app. The kitten also ran over curiously and watched her playing with her mobile phone.

She loves watching TV and mobile phones every year. The girl and the cat look at the screen together. After searching and filtering, a dazzling array of pants has appeared.

Yun Shuqian didn't know what to buy him. He liked to wear boxer briefs, and girls rarely wore boxer briefs.

A couple's title caught her attention.

It's really good. Cai Yi must have dressed like her boyfriend anyway. After all, she even helped buy it when they went shopping together last time.

Yun Shuqian excitedly chose five, namely fog blue, light green, light blue-purple, white, and cherry pink.

The men's one is square-angled, and the women's one is triangular, but the color is the same, and the edge color and pattern are the same.

It must be a great thing to wear such a couple style with him. The girl feels a little shy just thinking about it.

In short, the reserved girl will not tell him that she bought a couple's model, and then let him wear foggy blue on Monday and light green on Tuesday... Then she will also wear the same color, and wait until one day, he will shamelessly

When he took off her pants, Song Zhutou must have been shocked when he saw the exact same color.

Thinking about what happened last night, it seemed that Song Zhutou had a special liking for her legs. It happened that the shopping app pushed some cute socks, so Yun Shuqian secretly bought a few more stockings, with complicated jacquards and fine lace.

There are over-the-knee socks and calf socks, black and white.

She had secretly worn her mother's stockings before, and Yun Shuqian also understood why boys were so fond of these stockings, because they were really silky and smooth, and they wrapped the girl's legs tightly. She tried her best to make them even more beautiful.

The graceful lines of the legs are breathtaking.

Huh, if Song Jiamu dares not to listen to her, she will definitely tie him to a chair and humiliate him extremely!

Cai Yi must be like this too!

Yun Shuqian felt relieved and put her phone aside. While Song Jiamu was not at home, she changed clothes in his room.

After changing clothes, she went to the bathroom, picked up the toothbrush she brought over, squeezed in his toothpaste and brushed her teeth.

After brushing her teeth, she wiped her face with his towel. After wiping her face, she remembered that Song Jiamu used his own towel to wipe her feet, and then she used this towel to wipe her face again.

Oh no.

…

After washing, Yun Shuqian took out the clothes that the two of them had entangled with in the washing machine and dried them together on the balcony.

The breeze blew gently, and her clothes fluttered in the wind. After the rain stopped, the sky outside was clean and bright. She took a deep breath and stretched comfortably.

He is not worried about his uncle and aunt suddenly coming back. Song Jiamu just called his mother last night and will probably leave the country tomorrow.

Every year I feel a bit melancholy, because the balcony is wet from the rain and there is no place for it to bask in the sun. The little cat stands in the dry place beside the balcony door, looking for a place to stay.

While the virtuous housekeeping girl was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, Song Jiamu, who was sweating profusely after running, came back holding a package.

"What is that?" Yun Shuqian asked curiously.

"Obviously, this is a courier!"

"Please don't talk nonsense."

"Projector."

"projector?"

Yun Shuqian became interested, put his face on the table, and came over curiously.

Song Jiamu sat cross-legged on the floor and tore open the courier bag. The one without a screen and the projector wasn't too big. He happened to have a big white wall in his room, which he used to watch movies and stuff. It was pretty good.

"How about it? Is it bright?" Song Jiamu studied it for a while, started the projector, and shined the light on her face.

"Oh, take it away, it's not a flashlight." Yun Shuqian was speechless. As expected, Song Zhutou was the most childish. It was like playing with a luminous watch when he was a child. He asked her if it would light up?

"Put this next to my bed, and then project it onto the white wall at the end of the bed. Then we can lean on the bed and watch movies together. Isn't it great?"
To be continued...