Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 137 (Subscription)

"what!"

The moment Song Jiamu lifted the quilt, Yun Shuqian exclaimed and hid under the quilt numbly.

Then a little stinky maggot rolled over, she wrapped herself in the quilt and rolled herself into a long strip, grabbed her own pillow, and rolled to the other side of the bed, making way for Song Jiamu to lie down.

"..."

Song Jiamu, who was still sitting on his bed, was also taken aback. Before he passed by, she took the initiative to get out of the way?
This is the end of the matter, and it's time to bite the bullet.

He threw the quilt on her bed, hugged the pillow and lay down beside her.

As the warm breath lay down beside her, Yun Shuqian's heart was beating wildly. She pinched the corner of the quilt, tucked her mouth tightly, and turned sideways to him, her pretty face flushed.

Seeing that he really slept on her bed like last night, the girl felt ashamed and kicked him with her feet through the quilt.

"Go away! You are not ashamed!"

"I won't leave, I'll just sleep here, and I'll see how long you're going to make trouble."

Song Jiamu also turned to look at her, his voice was emotionless: "If you kick me again, I'll hug you."

"You, you dare!"

"Sleep."

"Don't sleep, you go away..."

"Be good, don't talk, it's past eleven o'clock."

"..."

When he closed his eyes, Yun Shuqian didn't dare to push him any more, and he didn't dare to speak anymore.

Of course, this is not being obedient, this is called a man who knows current affairs is a hero, she doesn't want Song Jiamu to really sleep with her all night.

Although she said she didn't want to, after Song Jiamu lay down on her bed, Yun Shuqian immediately felt at ease.

He didn't wear a shirt, and his bare arms were pinched sideways outside the quilt. She could easily see his body above the chest, his beautiful collarbone, his Adam's apple rolling from time to time, and his masculine breath.

Yun Shu suddenly felt that he had become so petite, and the space suddenly shrank to only this bed, full of sense of security.

She pulled down a little of the quilt, pouted her little mouth, and wanted to speak, but dared not speak.

The room was dim and dark, only the sound of each other's breathing was heard, and the distance suddenly became very close.

"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu..." She spoke in a very low voice.

"...Huh?" Song Jiamu didn't open his eyes, and responded to her in a low voice.

"Sleep over a little bit, I'm already sleeping on the edge of the bed, I'm afraid I'll fall off, sleep over a little bit..." Because her voice was too soft, when she said this, it sounded like she was being coquettish.

Song Jiamu started to move, and Yun Shuqian quickly pulled up the corner of the quilt to cover her small mouth, leaving only a pair of big eyes staring round, afraid that he would rush over if he didn't agree.

Song Jiamu didn't rush over, he moved to the side to make more room for her.

"Is that enough?"

"Barely enough..."

Yun Shuqian also moved slightly, moved to the place he vacated, and got very close to him again.

Viewed from above, if the bed is divided vertically into three parts, Song Jiamu sleeps on the left third of the bed, his posture is parallel to the bed, while Yun Shuqian is inclined, occupying one third of the bed In the second space, the head is leaning towards Song Jiamu's side, but the feet are kept reservedly on the right third.

Because her feet were not leaning over, Yun Shuqian felt that she was very reserved. She felt that she and he were one-third sleeping on each side.

Song Jiamu had already closed his eyes, and he could feel her tiny movements, but when he opened them, she immediately stopped moving, as if nothing happened.

I just felt something rubbing in my arms, and the girl unconsciously got closer to him, and the two quilts between the two were squeezed tightly, very solid and comfortable.

Yun Shuqian opened her eyes, she felt that his arms were very warm, and there was an inexplicable charm that attracted her to approach, so she sneaked closer to his arms while peeking at him.

Her pillow was also pulled lower, so the heads of the two were misaligned, and she was probably near his shoulder.

"Do you want to hug me to sleep?"

Suddenly, Song Jiamu spoke.

Yun Shuqian was so frightened that she immediately closed her eyes, her relaxed body tensed up again, as if she had been immobilized, she pretended to be asleep, but her slightly rapid breathing betrayed her.

She pretended to be asleep and didn't talk, so Song Jiamu stopped talking and took the initiative to rub against her, so the quilt between the two of them was squeezed even tighter, which made the girl's restless heart warm all of a sudden. settled down.

It was a while before she spoke in a mosquito-like voice.

"Tell me, what if, what if our uncles and aunts find out about us..."

"If I don't tell you, if you don't tell me, how would they know?"

"Then you swear not to say it."

"I swear I won't tell."

"I don't say it either."

Yun Shuqian was relieved, this inexplicable sense of excitement and immorality made her heart pound, but she liked it very much, and felt that the two of them were hiding from their elders, it was really shameless...

Ever since she had a gender distinction, she never slept with Song Jiamu like this again. Even when she was a child, she seldom slept together at night.

Compared with noon, night is obviously more ambiguous and charming.

The girl felt ashamed, and she buried her face deeper, of course it was only buried in her own quilt, if it was buried in his arms, she would probably faint with shame.

At this moment, the sleeping positions of the two were basically finalized, facing each other sideways, but they were misaligned to fit each other.

"Even, even if I look like this morning, it's because of you running on my bed, Song Jiamu, remember, it's all your fault, you know..."

She yelled the name she had been calling for 15 years, as if she was talking to herself, her voice was very sweet, low, with a warm and lingering feeling.

"I know, you are not honest when you sleep."

"It's good to know, hmph..."

"Sleep, don't talk anymore."

Song Jiamu suddenly stretched out his hand caught outside the quilt, and scratched her delicate little nose.

Yun Shuqian closed her eyes in fright, pinched the quilt tightly with her hands, shrank her neck, and immediately became obedient.

Outside the balcony, the quiet and cool moonlight shines, revealing a trace of soft light in the dim room, with his slight snoring, and her small and lovely breathing, entangled with the seductive warmth that has not been seen for a long time. warm……

Yun Shuqian had a dream, dreaming that she was hugging a spring bear and rolling on the hillside covered with clover.

Her hair was covered with grass clippings, and her clothes smelled like flowers. She smiled very happily.

Little Bear said to her, Look!

Then she looked up and saw the blue sky in the distance, cotton-like white clouds one after another, obviously there was no rain, but there was still a rainbow bridge across the sky.

She cheered and said it was so beautiful!What a nice view!

……

This sleep was exceptionally good.

When the first ray of light shone into the room through the curtains in the morning, Yun Shuqian woke up naturally.

She tightened her embrace of the softness and warmth, and buried her little face in it, rubbing against it like a cat, feeling as if a flower had bloomed in a comfortable mood.

In a daze, feeling her small movements, an arm on her back hugged her even tighter.

It wasn't until this moment that Yun Shuqian realized that there was still an arm hanging on her body.

She opened her eyes, her posture was as bad as yesterday.

No, it's worse than yesterday!
Song Jiamu hadn't woken up yet, but she woke up first today because she was full of sleep and fully charged.

And Song Jiamu was also lying on his side, with his long right arm stretched out, hugging her delicate back, her quilt also slid down, just like him, the quilts of both of them only covered her chest.

To make it easier to understand, you can first imagine Song Jiamu lying on the bed covered with a quilt, and then Yun Shuqian, who is wearing shorts at home, hugs him through his quilt, rubs his head on his chest, and clamps him with his slender white legs. Then there was another quilt lightly covering her body, probably in this posture.

Yun Shuqian, who was already awake, did not move, but her body gradually became tense, and her pretty face became red visibly.

Song Jiamu was still awake, because she leaned against his chest and could clearly hear his even heartbeat and low snoring.

The girl calmly retracted the legs clamped around his waist, moving very lightly and slowly, for fear of waking him up halfway.

Then he took his arms back and carefully hid them under the quilt.

Finally, he adjusted his posture slowly, moving away the pretty face that was pressed against his warm, manly chest.

After she finally disguised the second scene, the situation changed from 'she slept dishonestly and entangled him' to 'he used his dishonest hands to forcibly hug her against the girl's will'.

In fact, being hugged by him like this is very comfortable, full of sense of security, incomparably solid and warm, so that the upper body is not covered with a quilt, but it does not feel cold at all. The heat in his palm follows the frequency of the heartbeat, passing through her one after another. The thin clothes penetrated into the body.

So Yun Shuqian didn't wake him up.

In this way, she enjoyed being hugged and slept by him openly, and then she could blatantly peek at this guy's sleeping face.

Fortunately, Song Jiamu was lying on his side covered with a quilt, so she wouldn't be able to see any strange tents.

As the room gradually became brighter, Song Jiamu woke up 10 minutes later.

He hadn't realized that Yun Shuqian had woken up yet, so he subconsciously hugged Wen Ruan in his arms...

"Hold me to sleep all night, is it comfortable?"

"..."

Song Jiamu's hands stiffened suddenly.

He opened his eyes and lowered his head slightly, Yun Shuqian had already woken up, her pretty face was blushing, her big eyes were bright and bright, and she was staring at him shyly and annoyed.

"Am I soft?"

"……soft."

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts!"

(End of this chapter)