Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 145 Life is long, please go crazy with me! (seeking subscription)

Facts have proved that hot tofu cannot be eaten in a hurry.

Song Jiamu experienced the feeling of eating hot tofu. How could that soft and tender hand be so strong? It made his mouth red and hot, as if he had eaten hot tofu.

After finally escaping her mouth from the girl's clutches, Song Jia hid numbly under the quilt.

Yun Shuqian didn't give up, she straddled him through the quilt, and patted him with the pillow.

Take a break when you are tired. Whenever this happens, Song Jiamu will poke his head out of the quilt to look curiously. Then she is like whack-a-mole. As soon as his head pokes out, she hugs the pillow shoot down.

It's a pity that his movements are still not as sensitive as his. After many times of shooting, Song Gopher was not photographed.

The girl's embarrassment came and went quickly. After Song Jiamu secretly turned on the light, the dim room suddenly brightened, disrupting her thoughts, and she forgot about it.

But she still pretended to be very angry, seeing Song Jiamu's head up again, she quickly slapped the pillow down.

Song Jiamu didn't hide under the quilt this time, but grabbed the pillow. She babbled and snatched the pillow, but she was not as strong as him.

"Just for a try, and I didn't even kiss you, you can see that my mouth is swollen." Song Jiamu showed her his mouth, and it was really red, and it looked hotter than usual. Much thicker and looks a little funny.

"You, you kissed!"

"... You can't talk nonsense about this!"

"That time eight years ago! I feel... angry when I think about it now!" Yun Shuqian couldn't find a suitable adjective, saying that she was too shy to describe herself as being angry, so she had to describe it as angry. I always felt that this guy was saying When "try it out", it is implying that she was that time.

"..."

Well, it turned out to be a rehash, but who kissed who that time when I was a child!

"I crush you."

Seeing that he couldn't get him by grabbing the pillow, Yun Shuqian pressed his little butt on him, rubbing and sitting on him.

Song Jiamu under him suddenly blushed and turned over in a numb manner. If she kept pressing him down like this, he would lose control.

"what."

Yun Shuqian exclaimed, and when he turned over, he rolled her off him.

Song Jiamu was lying down, so she sat down beside him with her legs crossed, her arms crossed, and she stared at him resentfully, the blush on her pretty face still not dissipating.

"If we hadn't gotten better again, I would have beaten you to death just now."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. We can only hold hands now, but we can't kiss each other. It's because I'm pushing my limits, and I'm too lustful."

"...It's good to know." Yun Shu pondered for a while, and it seemed that what he said was right, so it should be because of this reason that she was angry.

"Then how angry are you now?" Song Jiamu asked cautiously.

"As angry as it has been raining all day!" Yun Shuqian stretched out his arm and pointed to the sky outside.

"...The rain stopped." Song Jiamu reminded.

She looked back quickly, and sure enough, the rain did not know when it stopped.

"As angry as the entire West Lake!" Yun Shuqian spread his arms again, showing how angry he was.

"It's so angry... It's over, it's over, we just got better again, and now I will definitely be deducted points. How long will it take to be the best in the world?" Song Jiamu said exaggeratedly, with a look on his face. Annoyed and regretful.

Yun Shuqian wanted to laugh when she heard it, but she was holding back her laughter, so the expression on her pretty face seemed a little unstoppable. She pretended to be super angry, pursed her lips and snorted, and sat cross-legged on him Beside her, she folded her arms and looked like she didn't want to talk to him, but she knew that Song Jiamu was going to start coaxing her.

Wrapped in a quilt, Song Jiamu wriggled to her side like a little smelly maggot, she pretended not to see her, and sat motionless in her original position.

"My dear President, how can you not be angry?"

"Isn't that your business? If you didn't make fun of me when I was a child, how could I be angry and come to ask me, without any sincerity."

Yun Shuqian folded her arms across her chest, she was already delicate and tender, even in the most imperial sister's pose, she didn't have the slightest hint of bluffing, on the contrary she looked delicate and lovely.

"Then let me think about it." Song Jiamu pinched his chin and thought.

"Ah."

The girl replied coldly, but her toes were already moving playfully.

"Now that the rain has stopped, let's go outside together, and then I'll treat you to a lot of delicious food, and I'll buy you whatever you want."

"Then what if it rains again later?"

"If it rains, I'll give you an umbrella."

"Our umbrella is small..."

"I'll just block you."

Yun Shuqian twisted her body, her long hair was fluttering, and she was finally a little happy.

"Okay, okay, who wants you to help hold the umbrella, then let's go."

"Aren't you angry?"

"Humph."

"Is that still deducting points?"

"Humph."

Seeing that she was going to talk again, Song Jia got out of the quilt numbly, and pulled her out of bed together.

"I haven't combed my hair yet..."

"My hair is also messy. Let's go. Let's go get some fresh air while it's not raining."

"Bring an umbrella!"

……

After the rain, a mist rises from the water surface of the West Lake, which makes the West Lake become fairy-like, but it is more charming than it was a few days ago.

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian took a walk by the West Lake.

It is very simple to coax Yun Shuqian, of course, it is also very simple to make her angry.

After the rain stopped, the small cart hidden in the alley appeared again, and Song Jiamu bought her fried chestnuts, roasted sweet potatoes, small squid skewers, and a small packet of candied fruit.

The girl was easily coaxed by him happily.

"It smells so good~!"

"Delicious, right?"

"Yeah, Song Jiamu, do you want to eat roasted sweet potatoes?"

"You eat, I'll buy you something to eat."

"It's so big, I can't finish it."

"Then give me half of it."

"I'll give you half of what I've eaten."

"...Then I can barely eat it."

"You lied, you thought I was as disgusting as you."

Everything was carried in Song Jiamu's hands. She pinched the two ends of the sweet potato with her small hands, and when she split half of it, the white gas rose, and it was fragrant.

The two ate while walking, and wanted to find a place to sit, but unfortunately the stone chairs were all wet.

The sky in the evening after the rain was unusually gorgeous. Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian walked from the Broken Bridge to the Baidi, and at the end was Pinghu Qiuyue. Maybe it was because they were going home tomorrow, so when they were walking, they talked a lot less than before. .

Each has a small thought in his heart, and takes this quiet and warm time into his heart.

After watching the sunset by the lake, the sky became dark, and the street lamps came on one by one.

The two of them were still walking slowly, from dusk to sunset, and then to nightfall. They didn't look at the map. They didn't know where they went, but they were sure they were still by the West Lake.

"It's all over."

With her mouth full, she handed the last wooden stick to Song Jiamu.

Song Jiamu put all the garbage in a bag and asked her, "Are you full?"

"Super full."

"Let me touch my stomach and I'll know!"

"Get out of here."

Yun Shuqian patted his hand away.

"Then are you full?"

"I'll eat the rest of your food."

"It's the same as you eating my saliva, obviously we each eat our own."

"Then I'm full too, you can touch my stomach." Song Jiamu said generously.

Yun Shuqian touched his stomach, he didn't use much force, the soft stomach was easy to touch.

"I bought a ticket for ten o'clock tomorrow, then we'll go home after waking up and having breakfast," she said.

"Don't you go back after playing until the afternoon?"

"Stupid, the hotel will calculate the room rate for the day after one o'clock, and we have so much luggage, so let's go back in the morning."

It happened that there was a convenient nucleic acid testing point nearby, so the two did another nucleic acid test together.

Thinking of going home early tomorrow morning, Yun Shuqian, who has always been in love with home, seemed a little unhappy, feeling that the past few days passed so quickly, and the vacation would be used up in the blink of an eye.

Of course, it wasn't because of going back to class. Even during the winter and summer vacations, when the vacation was so long, she didn't take it too seriously. On the contrary, the short five days made her very reluctant to part.

After the night fell, the wind picked up by the lake, and because it had just rained, the temperature dropped a lot.

Song Jiamu and she were both wearing shorts and T-shirts, and when the chill hit, their bodies got very close unconsciously.

"Why don't you seem to be in high spirits?" Song Jiamu looked back at her.

"No."

"Then according to your previous definition of perfection, how do you think our vacation is going?"

"Very good, I think it's perfect!"

"Then I can probably understand your emotions now."

Song Jiamu said: "After experiencing the perfect vacation, returning to the working day again, it will indeed be a little melancholy."

"Well, that's right."

Yun Shuqian nodded, and asked again: "What about you, what do you think of this vacation?"

"Very good, I think it's perfect, but unfortunately I didn't run today."

"So you're going to run back?"

"You really have a heart-to-heart with me."

"Stop stinking farts, who has a heart for you."

"Then you are the roundworm in my stomach?"

"..."

Thinking about it this way, Yun Shuqian felt that it would be better to have a tacit understanding with him.

"Come on, do you want to run back together? Experience the crazy days together?"

"No, I've walked a long way, and my feet are sore and tired."

Yun Shuqian took out her mobile phone and looked at it. The two walked slowly, but now they were three or four kilometers away from the hotel. She couldn't run such a long distance.

A drop of water suddenly fell on the screen, breaking into round drops on the oleophobic layer, and then more drops of water fell from the sky, landing on her hair and clothes, and the water surface of the West Lake nearby also fell. There are countless ripples.

"It's really raining! We only brought an umbrella!" she exclaimed.

Turning his head, Song Jiamu was actually still doing warm-up exercises, as if he hadn't noticed the rain.

"Song Jiamu, are you really going to run back?"

"Yes, am I very determined?"

"I'm determined, you pighead, your clothes must be soaked when you run back like this, I'll give you the umbrella."

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I'm smart and plan to find a place to hide from the rain, and then take a taxi back."

"Then it looks like you're going to be with the stupid me."

"I can't run!"

Song Jiamu finished his simple warm-up, and the rain was not too heavy. He grabbed Yun Shuqian and bent down in front of her.

"Come up."

"what……"

Yun Shuqian was stunned.

"I'll carry you on my back, you're holding an umbrella, let's run back together! Don't be crazy, will the end of this holiday be too dull?"

"Are you serious?!"

"From the moment I said I want to reconcile with you, I'm serious about everything you say!"

"..."

"Come on, come on, hurry up, the rain is getting heavier!"

Looking at his strong and broad shoulders, Yun Shuqian blushed slightly, how many years have passed since he carried her on his back last time...

The boy's immature shoulders became strong and powerful. When he bent over, the raindrops dripped on his back, and ink-colored watermarks were spotted on his gray T-shirt.

Yun Shuqian lay down gently, and each other's bodies stiffened for a moment.

Until she put her arms around his neck, he took her knees and easily carried her on his back.

The girl's body was delicate and soft, as light as a kitten, and she clinged to him sensiblely.

"Is it cold?" he asked over his shoulder.

When he speaks, his chest resonates with him, bringing a wonderful sense of reality.

Yun Shuqian shook his head by rubbing his small head on his neck.

"Then I'm going to rush! Let's go!"

Regardless of the eyes of passers-by or the pattering rain, Song Jiamu ran quickly on the sidewalk with her on his back.

Yun Shuqian thought it would be super bumpy, but she didn't expect it to be surprisingly stable. She had never seen Song Jiamu run, and she only ran with the cloud when sharing the location. Today, she was carried by him and experienced a real experience. Fan.

The girl's delicate body swayed slightly, she screamed in a low voice, and giggled from time to time.

Pedestrians disappeared in her eyes, shops disappeared in her eyes, vehicles disappeared in her eyes, and even the pattering rain disappeared in her eyes.

In her world, only Song Jiamu's rapid breathing and two unsteady hearts were left, gradually moving closer in the cool rainy night.

"Yunzhu Po, don't you hold an umbrella? You say you're clever!"

"Suddenly I don't want to hold an umbrella anymore!"

"It's raining all over my face!"

"I'll wipe it for you."

She stretched out her small hand and wiped the water on his face, which was a mixture of rain and sweat.

"Song Zhutou, am I heavy?"

"Super heavy!"

"Then you still won't let me down?"

"Huh~ I said I would carry you back and run back, so I will carry you back!"

"Then I want to go back to Sunan!"

"You want my life!"

His body became very hot, probably the last day of this holiday was the day when he was going crazy with him.

Lying on his back, Yun Shuqian suddenly remembered the movie "Sassy Girl". She once again experienced the taste of love. She was not the one running, but her heart beat as fast as Song Jiamu's!

Under the nourishment of love, Yun Shuqian felt like he was dreaming while being carried on his back in such a rainy night in a strange city!

She clearly saw that under the dim streetlights, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, which gathered together with the rain into lines.

The rain also wet her pretty face, and her hair stuck to her face like wet weeds. She had never been so embarrassed, but she had never been so happy.

Excited as if she was drunk, she stretched out her pretty fingers and said to Song Jiamu:

"Song Zhutou! Let's catch up with that bicycle!"

Song Jiamu actually catered to her, and lifted her thigh up: "Hurry up!"

He runs so fast, so fast!
Yun Shuqian was immersed in the taste of Meimei's love, she pointed to the other side and said, "Chasing that! Chasing that!"

Song Jiamu was out of breath, but he didn't stop. Sweat and rain dripped down his neck. He asked loudly, "Pork Yun! Who do you want me to chase after!"

"Stupid, the one at the front!"

"Huh~ Don't change it again!"

It's raining harder.

In the night wind, Yun Shuqian could smell the sweat and warm breath from his body. Her body was also soaked, but she didn't feel cold at all.

She used to think that the love and date in fantasy should be at some time in the evening, when the sky is covered with sunset, the leaves of sycamore trees are falling on the road, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Thinking about it now, it can't be worth the days of being crazy with him, lying on his back and running together in the rainy night.

Two people tacitly being together with each other, this plain and warm feeling.

"Song Zhutou, can I bite you?"

"Huh~ what?"

"May I bite you!"

"My Miss Yun! Why are you biting me?!"

"Because I want to bite you!"

"Then you bite!"

The moment he agreed, Yun Shuqian felt that she was spoiled.

She bowed her head and bit his shoulder.

Let go of all the past.

"...Are you crying? Why is the rainwater hot?"

"I do not have."

She wiped the corners of her eyes in embarrassment, pursed her lips and said:

"It's saliva, I spit at you, pig!"

(End of this chapter)