Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 130 I just washed it (please subscribe)
"In my backpack, I put it on top."

Yun Shuqian opened his backpack, and sure enough, she saw two brand new pants, one gray and one dark blue, both boxers, she herself prefers briefs.

"Which one do you want?"

"Whichever you like..."

Yun Shuqian thought about it, she liked the gray one better.

Suddenly, she felt that it was strange for her to choose by herself, so she turned around and shouted: "Blue and gray, you choose yourself!"

"It's gray."

Yun Shuqian had no choice but to hold his underpants, the texture was still good, that kind of ice silk texture, slippery.

She rubbed it secretly, and felt that the quality was okay.

Standing behind the wall next to the bathroom door, she stretched out only one arm, and pinched a little bit of fabric with her thumb and forefinger, as if she was holding a piece of garbage in her hand, and stretched it out at the bathroom door.

Yun Shuqian leaned against the wall, her small face was reddish, her big eyes looked ahead, afraid of turning her head to see something terrible.

"Here it is, open the door and take it yourself! I'm so annoying to you..."

"I'm coming."

Song Jiamu had vaguely seen the shadow of the girl's arm through the door. He had already put on a T-shirt, and his lower body was wrapped in a towel. It was not because he was shy, but because he was afraid that she would be shy.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yun Shuqian couldn't help lowering her head and closing her eyes. She thought this guy was naked, and she was nervously digging at the wall with her other hand.

"Thanks."

He only heard this sentence, and then he took away the underpants he was holding with his fingers, and closed the door.

Yun Shuqian breathed a sigh of relief.

He was not in a hurry to leave, but just retracted his arm, leaned against the wall and continued to eavesdrop for a while.

Before he came out, she ran away in a hurry and hid in her bed.

Song Jiamu finished wearing loose casual floral shorts and a loose T-shirt. He was rubbing his hair with a towel in both hands, and looked up at Yun Shuqian who was lying on the bed and brushing his phone.

"I'm done washing, you go wash, I'll blow your hair."

"Oh."

Yun Shuqian glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and felt relieved when she saw that he was neatly dressed.

"Remember to bring your clothes, I don't want to give you clothes later, and then you will beat me up."

"You think I'm as stupid as you are."

Yun Shuqian plugged in the phone to charge it, and took out a change of underwear and pajamas.

"Do you girls also wear underwear when you sleep?" Song Jiamu asked curiously, "I heard it's not good for your health, it affects blood circulation or something."

"..."

Yun Shuqian ignored him.

She really didn't wear them normally, but living with him these few days, she couldn't do without them, otherwise she would be empty and have no sense of security at all.

After thinking about it, she said shyly again: "You sit on my bed later, and you won't go back to your bed until I finish washing you."

Because Song Jiamu's bed was close to the bathroom, if he was on the bed, he would definitely hear the sound of her taking a shower, and he always felt ashamed.

Song Jiamu didn't know why, and asked with a puzzled look: "What kind of operation is this?"

"Anyway, you're right to listen to me."

"Ok."

He took out the hair dryer, didn't sit on her bed, just sat on the sofa, and quickly dried his hair.

Yun Shuqian closed the bathroom door and locked it, hung up his clothes, and saw his unwashed underpants and smelly socks again.

A reserved girl would naturally not smell it.

At first, she didn't feel much, but as the clothes on her body were taken off one by one, the underpants he hung inside became particularly conspicuous, as if he was also inside, which made Yun Shuqian feel uncomfortable.

"Go to hell, Song Zhutou...!"

She picked up the shower and splashed water on the nasty underpants, throwing the shower gel and shampoo bubbles on it, as if she could hit Song Jiamu by doing so.

The poor little piece of fabric was quickly messed up by the naughty girl.

……

Song Jiamu, who was outside, finally knew why Yun Shuqian asked him to sit farther away. When it was quiet, the sound of the girl showering became very clear. It was especially fascinating in such a moonlit night.

After listening for half an hour, Song Jiamu felt that he couldn't do this anymore, and felt a little guilty for no reason, even though he was just listening.

He got up and opened the balcony door to blow some air outside. The cool night wind took away the heat in his blood.

From the height of the sixteenth floor, you can see the beautiful night view of Suzhou and Hangzhou. If you were yourself two months ago, you probably would never have imagined that you would come here with Yun Shuqian to have club activities like lovers.

Girls take a bath for a long time, the water flow of the shower is much larger than that at home, and it is really comfortable to take a shower.

Song Jiamu was blowing on the balcony until it became a bit cold, and Yun Shuqian hadn't come out yet.

When he turned his head curiously, Yun Shuqian finally came out.

The bathroom door opened, her hair was wrapped in a towel, and the thick mist floated out as she opened the door, like a fairy descending from the earth.

The girl's face was flushed and her skin was moist. She was wearing home-style shorts and a loose T-shirt with a print of pandas eating bamboo. The neckline was not crowded, and her delicate and beautiful collarbone could be seen.

"Finally finished washing? I thought you fainted in it."

"What are you doing on the balcony..."

"Lest you say I eavesdropped."

"Isn't it true that classmate Song Jiamu is so upright?"

"It seems that you have a big misunderstanding of me."

Song Jiamu stretched his waist: "Give me a hanger, my pants and socks haven't been washed yet."

"..."

Yun Shuqian silently hung up the washed underwear in her hand, as well as his share.

"Did you wash it for me?"

"……smoothly."

She didn't intend to help him wash it, but after she finished washing her own, she saw the fabric that had been tormented by her, and she couldn't do without washing it!
As for how shy the scrubbing process was, Yun Shuqian was as calm as she was now, the girl who had taken this step was already fearless.

Don't be surprised by favor or shame, just watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court.No intention of going or staying, looking at the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky.Be calm, Mount Tai collapsed in front of you, without changing your face.

She was calm, but Song Jiamu was not.

Feeling like a dream, Yun Shuqian actually helped him wash his underpants and smelly socks? !

"Why do you suddenly..."

"To shut up."

"..."

"Then I'll wash it for you next time."

"unnecessary."

"Then will you wash it for me tomorrow?"

"...don't push yourself too far."

The balcony was very windy, and she was a little cold after taking a shower, so she hurried back to the room, and closed the glass door by the way, shutting Song Jiamu out.

Song Jiamu didn't like blowing air on the balcony either, so he opened the glass door and came in.

"Shall the curtains be drawn?"

"Pull it up."

He drew the curtains, and the quiet room immediately felt warmer.

The hotel has a kettle, but neither of them dared to use it to boil water.

He took out a bottle of water from his bag, unscrewed it and handed it to her, Song Jiamu picked up the hair dryer.

"Sit down and let me blow your hair."

"No need..."

Yun Shuqian was in a happy mood, saying no, but she sat down obediently.

"The cord is not long enough, you sit on the side of the bed, there is a socket here."

"Is now okay."

"can."

Song Jiamu climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged behind her, untied the bath towel wrapped around her hair, and her black and beautiful hair naturally fell down, carrying the fragrance of shampoo, which was similar to the fragrance of the shower gel on her body Intertwined, very nice smell.

Ever since Song Jiamu had blow-dried her hair for the first time, Yun Shuqian had hardly blow-dried her own hair.

Because this month is Yunniannian, every night Song Jiamu would go to her with the cat in his arms. If she washed her hair, she would blow it for her.

She was shy the first time, shy the second time, and shy the third time... By now, Yun Shuqian has completely fallen in love with Song Jiamu blowing her hair.

The hair dryer, shower gel, and shampoo are all brought from home. Familiar things are used in an unfamiliar environment, but there is a different experience.

If it's in a barber shop, when Mrs. Tony is drying her hair, she will take out her mobile phone to play with boredom.

But when Song Jiamu was blowing her hair, Yun Shuqian never played with her mobile phone.

Turning on the hair dryer, Song Jiamu first tested the temperature, then reached out and gently brushed her hair aside, revealing the girl's snow-white and slender neck.

Yun Shuqian sat on the edge of the bed, her legs were tightly closed together, and her small hands were naturally placed on her thighs. She was wearing shorts, and her fair and well-proportioned legs were really attractive.

Before her little feet were dry, she shook them slightly, her round and lovely toes wiggling playfully.

Song Jiamu was blowing her hair while looking at her legs.

Starting from the root of the hair, the hair dryer blows slowly, and his fingers gently massage her scalp. Whenever this happens, Yun Shuqian will comfortably close her eyes, and her legs will be closer together, tender and tender. The fingers tugged a little nervously, and the naughty shaking feet also calmed down, overlapping and padded on the slippers.

It has to be said that Song Jiamu's hair blowing technique is getting better and better.

When watching short videos recently, she saw a lot of videos such as "One Yuan Eyebrow Trimming" set up at a campus stall, in which a little girl trims a boy's eyebrows.

Yun Shuqian felt that with Song Jiamu's current hair-drying skills, even if there was a 'five yuan hair-drying' stand in front of the girls' dormitory, there would definitely be a lot of girls who would wet their hair with water and run away excitedly Come over and let him blow his hair.

But if he dares to do this, he should stop thinking about blow-drying her hair, he won't be able to in this life!

Or think about it, if he gets married in the future and blows his wife's hair with the technique she taught, Yun Shuqian will feel inexplicably jealous, and the vinegar will still be poured from her nostrils, which will not only bring Sour, but also with a sense of suffocation.

There is such an evil possessive desire in my heart, I hope he only blows her hair alone...

Thinking about it this way, Yun Shuqian felt that she was good or bad...

But if she married him, wouldn't she be able to get the qualification to blow her hair for a lifetime?
Makes sense...

Bah, what are you thinking, you want to marry a person just because he blows his hair comfortably? Do you really want to marry a cilantro seller just because you like to eat cilantro!
Yun Shuqian, Yun Shuqian, you must not be corrupted!
"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu."

Yun Shuqian opened her eyes and whispered his name.

In fact, she likes to call him by his name. Since childhood, the two of them have always called each other by their full name, but each stage sounds different.

For example, when she is in a good mood, she calls 'Song Jiamu' with a sweet voice, with a melodious and long tone.

Now her two "Song Jiamu" sounded crisp and soft, very well-behaved.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Song Jiamu held a strand of her hair in his palm, and was blowing it from top to bottom. He was blowing very seriously, and he didn't notice how many times the girl's mind had been going back and forth during this short period of time.

"Oh, it's all right, I just have a small request and I'm too embarrassed to say..."

"Are you still embarrassed?"

Yun Shuqian waved her hand back and hammered on his knee, but his knee was so hard that her own hand hurt to death from the hammer.

"Say it, I promise you."

"I didn't say anything, so you dare to promise?"

"You said it yourself. Isn't it a small request? I'm very generous."

"..."

Hearing him talk about generosity, Yun Shuqian became more crisis-conscious. Could it be that other girls asked him to blow-dry his hair, and he would also do it for him?
"You don't have to be so generous."

Yun Shuqian said: "Well, just in case other girls ask you to blow their hair, you must refuse three...five times, don't agree to them all at once."

"No more? This is the small request you mentioned?"

"Ah."

Song Jiamu was a little puzzled, "Why?"

"I'm afraid you will be deceived..."

Yun Shuqian added: "Based on my experience in reading love stories, girls are very cunning, they will say 'Oh, can you blow my hair for me', and then ask the male protagonist to help dry my hair, and then seduce the other party by the way, Then the male protagonist will fall."

Anyway, saying 'Can I put my hand on your stomach' to a boy has the same effect.

"So you are afraid that I will be seduced and go away?"

"No, I just remind you, for the sake of blowing my hair so seriously."

"Don't worry, I'll just blow-dry your hair."

"……what?"

"Just for you to blow."

"Oh."

Yun Shuqian closed her eyes again, and her little feet continued to shake.

"You won't lie to me like those girls you said?" Song Jiamu asked.

"It's you who want to blow my hair."

"Then you are not afraid of being deceived by me?"

"..."

She still had her eyes closed, but her little feet didn't move anymore, and she somehow felt his breathing getting closer, as if she could hear his heartbeat from the noisy hair dryer.

The wechat call on the mobile phone rang, and the girl who was focusing on her hearing was startled.

When I opened my eyes, it was a voice call from my mother.

Her heartbeat quickened, she didn't answer in a hurry, but just lowered her voice to remind Song Jiamu: "My mother! Don't make any noise!"

Song Jiamu shut up, didn't dare to make a sound, turned off the hair dryer, her hair was half dry, so he took the curling comb to comb her hair first.

Yun Shuqian let him play with his hair, she connected the voice call and put the phone to her ear.

"Mom~"

"Qianqian, where are you?"

"Suhang, our club has come out to engage in activities, and now we are back at the hotel and ready to sleep. Are you and dad ready to come back?"

"Yeah, we just woke up and went to the airport after breakfast. It will take half a month to get home, but fortunately we can catch up with your birthday."

"Hee hee, I miss you."

"Mom misses you too, did Jiamu go with her? Where does he live?"

Yun Shuqian took a breath and said quickly, "He's not with me, he lives in the next room."

"Have you finished taking a shower?"

"Yeah, I'm blowing my hair... ah!"

Yun Shuqian turned her head in embarrassment.

Song Jiamu's sleeping daughter was a little flustered, feeling Yun Shuqian's feeling when he answered Li Yuan's phone call, she inadvertently pulled her hair with the curly comb, and quickly raised her hands as if surrendering.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, it's okay! The comb got stuck in my hair."

(End of this chapter)