Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 149 Ambiguous Makes People Lazy (Subscribe)

It's a great feeling when two people go on a trip together and come back together holding hands.

Yun Shuqian sat by the window of the high-speed rail, looked up at Song Jiamu took off two backpacks from his shoulders, and put them on the luggage rack.

In this way, he silently filled the vacancies in her heart, those things she liked, those things she expected, those trivial details she enjoyed, and the relationship between the two became closer day by day, making her feel so much more in her memory. Those fond memories are presented again in a different way.

When Song Jiamu, a recruit from the club, told her that he wanted to reconcile with her, Yun Shuqian thought that he would just talk casually like the previous few times, or even if he reconciled, he would just repeat the process of his childhood.

But now it seems that is not the case, not at all.

She is sure that the two of them holding hands at this time are completely different from when they were young.

This is not a reconciliation, but another kind of friendship with her, which is full of meaning that makes a girl's heart flutter.

Whether it's holding hands, running in the rainy night, sleeping together, or eating the same ice cream, it's obviously the same thing, but she has gained two different kinds of happiness.

Happy two!She must be a girl favored by God!

Looking at Song Jiamu who was helping her put her bag away, and holding her water bottle to help her queue for hot water, Yun Shuqian felt that the yearning she had bred in her 20 years of life had a clearly visible image for the first time, no longer a The small boy in my memory, but this tall man after growing up.

Yun Shuqian has been to many places, including watching fireworks in Tokyo and watching wombats in Australia, but this five-day trip to Suzhou and Hangzhou with Song Jiamu is the most important trip she has made in the past 20 years , making her feel like a young girl who has just stepped into youth, experiencing that seductive, sweet mood like a broken root.

She curled up warmly in the corner by the window, feeling her young heartbeat again and again.

Uh~ It's the taste of youth!

"What are you kidding about?"

Song Jiamu came back with her water bottle, put the water bottle on her small table, opened the lid and put it aside, a faint water vapor floated from the mouth of the bottle, rising gently, and then the naughty girl took care of her cheeks Blowing with a 'huh~', the water vapor was blown into the air, mixed with the faint smell of jasmine.

"Let's be happy, what do you mean by silly music?"

As she spoke, she held the kettle in her hands, and then, "Oh, it's so hot", she let go of her hands in a stupid way.

Song Jiamu looked at her with a smile and didn't speak, but the meaning in his eyes was incomprehensible - look, isn't this stupid?
"Is it hot?"

"No."

"Let me see."

Song Jiamu took her hand naturally. The girl's hand was soft, small, and the palm was pink and greasy. It was fun to touch.

Yun Shuqian withdrew her hand, he made her palms itch and stopped letting him play.

Holding hands is different from playing hands. When playing hands, I always feel ashamed. Now it's not a game of insulting each other, so she doesn't want to play with him.

The train started, and during the acceleration process, the water vapor rising from the bottle mouth began to float backwards, and the water surface also tilted slightly. When the train moved at a constant speed, the water surface returned to the horizontal line, and the rising water vapor also went straight up.

Yun Shuqian opened the curtains, and the sunlight from outside the window came in and fell on the small table in front of her. The jasmine petals in the water bottle were floating in the water, and the sunlight passed through it, forming small floating shadows on the table.

Such a comfortable journey home makes people drowsy.

"Would you like to sleep on my shoulder?" Song Jiamu said generously.

"No."

"Come on, come on, it's free."

"..."

When he said this, Yun Shuqian was a little moved. After all, he even touched his hands, and it didn't seem to be a big deal to sleep on his shoulder.

"Then, then you are not allowed to get out of the way suddenly and make me wrestle."

"...please don't add your mischievous thoughts to me."

"And don't tell anyone about me sleeping on your shoulder."

"I know, I know."

Song Jiamu could understand her thoughts. After all, for him and her, they had known each other since they were young, and they lived in the opposite door and grew up together. To their parents, they didn't seem to have any little secrets.

So since childhood, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian have been keen to hide from their parents and have each other's little secrets, such as hiding in the closet and whispering, holding hands under the covers, and secretly kissing when the parents are not back.

Every time they have such a little secret, the two of them will be more excited. Even when the relationship is at its worst, even "relationship has deteriorated" is tacitly regarded by the two as each other's little secret.

Not to mention such an ambiguity, it made the two of them feel the excitement of cousins ​​secretly holding hands and touching each other while hiding from their parents. The more ambiguous the more exciting, the more exciting the more...

Eh?How could I have such a strange idea! ! ——Those two thought at the same time.

Anyway, there was still more than an hour before returning to southern Jiangsu, Yun Shuqian felt relieved.

She moved her little butt, put her body next to Song Jiamu, rested her head on his shoulder, and rubbed her body comfortably until she reached the most suitable angle and posture before stopping.

Even though it was very comfortable and enjoyable, she still wrinkled her little nose and hummed softly: "Song Zhutou, you stink!"

"Nonsense, I smell very good."

"It's also because of my fragrance that I rubbed you so fragrant."

Seeing what she said, Song Jiamu said maliciously: "Then what if my mother smells your scent on me after I go back?"

Yun Shuqian immediately sat up straight.

"No, don't rely on it."

"...Just kidding, my mother doesn't have such a sharp nose, she should be able to smell it every year, but she won't tell the truth."

Yun Shuqian opened his collar and took a look. The small teeth marks she bit yesterday were still clearly visible. She didn't bite so hard on purpose, but when she got emotional, she couldn't help it, and she didn't know. When will the small purple teeth marks disappear?

"Why is it still..."

"Then you have to ask yourself."

"Anyway, you have to hide it well. If Auntie sees it, I, I won't admit that I bit it anyway. You can say that you fell and knocked yourself."

"..."

Song Jiamu was speechless for a moment.

He pulled up the collar, and Yun Shuqian's body, who had just sat upright, gradually softened again, perhaps because she experienced the comfort of leaning on his shoulder, and she didn't know how she persuaded herself, anyway, Song Jiamu didn't move , she leaned forward gently and quietly.

Where the two bodies touched, there was bursts of heat. The girl's slightly reserved chest did not let Song Jiamu's arm take advantage of it, which made her very proud.

She gently sniffed the smell of his body, it was warm, with a faint smell of licorice, as if the sun could always stay on him.

His side face is also very comfortable to look at, his cheeks are clean, not greasy, and there are no acne, which always makes her want to rub her face like a kitten.

It's a pity that the girl is not a cat, and she can't rub her face against him like this. The journey home is pleasant, and after she closes her eyes, she doesn't want to open them again.

But soon, she realized that Song Jiamu's statement of 'giving her shoulders for free' was a lie.

Because he secretly took her hand, and held it in his arms like this, using his thick palm to gently touch her hand - this is the reward she needs to pay.

After weighing the pros and cons, Yun Shuqian relaxed her hand and let him touch it. After all, his movements are gentle, which is actually very comfortable. With her eyes closed, her thoughts can wander infinitely.

Song Jiamu concentrated on touching his hands.

Her hands are soft, white, and tender, and they feel super sensual when rubbed. Every time he holds her hand, he feels that she is a cute little baby. The nails are shiny and neatly trimmed , It is estimated that it was repaired before departure, and now it is only a little bit of lovely white at the end.

Song Jiamu likes to pinch her fingers very much, because her fingers are tender and soft, like pinching a small pea.

The girl is petite, but her small hands and feet feel slightly plump to the touch, and her skin is so tender that even the lines on her knuckles are very light. Song Jiamu felt that she had become a hand controler again.

Occasionally, when he pinched a little itchy, the girl would clenched her little fist in dissatisfaction. Song Jiamu had no choice but to regain control of her strength, open her little fist, and continue to feel.

She was resting on his shoulder, and he could smell the fragrance of her hair when he lowered his head. The girl's slightly sweet breath blew onto his neck one after another.

His heartbeat began to become very fast, and the frequency of his Adam's apple rolling became higher and higher.

Song Jiamu stopped holding her hand, secretly bent his knees and raised his feet, and finally moved his eyes away from Yun Shuqian's tightly packed white thighs under the short skirt.

He looked out of the window, the blue sky, the green fields, the winding river, the lush mountains... and the delicate collarbone under the collar of the girl, her even and sweet breath... don't think about it anymore, okay? !
Song Jiamu let go of her hand, took out her phone and began to recite words silently.

Yun Shuqian, who was sleeping soundly, didn't want her warm little hands to catch a cold. She moved closer to Song Jiamu, her arms also came over, and her palms fell dangerously under his lower abdomen.

Song Jiamu immediately tensed up all over, and she grunted twice in dissatisfaction, and hugged him even harder, so he had no choice but to relax gradually, grabbing her little hand and placing it on his soft belly for her to touch, she was satisfied only then .

……

When Yun Shuqian woke up, what she saw was Song Jiamu who was like Liu Xiahui, with struggle written all over his face, bending over to recite words.

On the contrary, her own posture was extremely indecent. After falling asleep, she forgot that she was still on the train, thinking that she had returned home and leaned on the sofa to take a nap with the little bear in her arms.

Hurriedly pretending nothing happened, Yun Shu got up from him lightly, tugging at the hem of his clothes that had slipped slightly due to his indecent sleeping position.

She sat upright in her seat, her little face flushed, and she felt ashamed and uneasy.

Lazy ah cloud Shuqian.

Even Song Zhutou is memorizing words, but you are addicted to masculinity, you can't do this anymore! !

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