Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 163 You Are Song Zhutou's Favorite Cloud Pig Woman (Subscribe)

Seeing that there was only one quilt on the bed, the reserved girl still couldn't sit still.

"No! I have to go home and sleep!"

"Hey!"

Song Jiamu quickly pulled her back, and said in a low voice, "I've already closed the door. If you still go out now, what if my dad and the others overhear you?"

"You, your bed only has one quilt! I don't want to cover you with the same quilt!"

Yun Shuqian blushed and said, she can almost imagine the consequences of two people covering the same quilt, of course it's none of her business, 'Yun Shuqian after falling asleep' will definitely entangle him On her body, if she is not protected by the quilt at this time, wouldn't she be stabbed in the back by "Yun Shuqian after falling asleep"? !

During the days after returning from the hotel, Yun Shuqian often misses the solidity and warmth of sleeping with him, but at least two quilts are needed. If there is one quilt, she can't guarantee that Song Jiamu can hold it Hold on, after all, this guy has made a fool of himself several times in front of her.

"I have a quilt, wait, I'll bring it to you."

"...Then why didn't you say it just now, you just wanted to cover me with the same quilt, right?"

"Yes."

"Go to hell! Show some face, pig head!"

Yun Shuqian angrily threw the pillow over, but Song Jiamu easily caught it.

Unlike these two, the most excited thing in the room was the kitten, who also jumped from the table to the bed every year, so the three of them finally slept together tonight!

"It's a good thing that Nian Nian can't speak, otherwise, once Nian Nian informs you, you will be finished, hum."

Yun Shuqian held the kitten in her arms, "Niannian, Mom will sleep with you tonight."

"Meow wow."

"Here, quilt, you can cover my one, I'll cover this one."

"No, I want a new quilt."

"You can choose whatever you want. The new quilt has been in the cabinet for a long time, and it smells a little, just let it dry."

Hearing what he said, Yun Shuqian sniffed the new quilt, and it really didn't smell as comfortable as the one he was covering now.

The quilt also has a process of taming. As long as it is not a broken quilt, the new quilt is largely not as comfortable as the old quilt. Yun Shuqian has been covering her own quilt for many years.

"There are still pillows, which one do you want?" Song Jiamu took out another pillow.

Yun Shuqian didn't say a word, and moved the pillow and quilt he was using to the wall, the meaning was obvious: I want to use your pillow and quilt, and then I will sleep on this side of the wall tonight.

Song Jiamu's bed is bigger than the hotel's double room bed. His bed is 1.8 meters wide, and the two of them can sleep as they like, and they don't have to worry about rolling down when they lean against the wall.

Girls always like such corners and corners, which will make them feel more secure.

Looking at the two quilts and pillows on the bed, Yun Shuqian knew that she was indeed going to sleep with him in his room tonight.

After nearly ten years, the two have experienced emotional intimacy to the cold war and now they are sleeping together again.

But the feeling is completely different from when I was a child. After all, I hid from my uncle and aunt to sleep with him tonight, and the two of them were not at the age when they knew nothing at that time.

Song Jiamu turned off the computer, went to the bathroom to take a pee, washed his face, rinsed his mouth, and washed his feet.

Yun Shuqian sat on the bed and looked at him. The quilt was pulled up to cover her legs in shorts, and occasionally her ears would prick up, trying to hear the movement outside the room. Fortunately, the sound insulation in his room was very good, as long as it wasn't Talking loudly, the inside cannot hear the movement outside, and the outside cannot hear the movement inside.

Song Jiamu came out of the bathroom. It is good that the room has an independent bathroom, which is convenient and has strong privacy.

He sat on the edge of the bed, took out a towel to wipe his feet, and turned his back to Yun Shuqian. He crossed his hands and grabbed the hem of the T-shirt, and then rolled it up, revealing his firm, beautiful, and streamlined upper body with wheat-colored skin up.

Yun Shuqian stared at her with wide eyes, and said angrily, "Why are you taking off your clothes again! Don't be ashamed!"

"...It wasn't like this in the hotel before, it's also like this in the usual video."

"Different!"

Of course it's different, now it's late at night and he's alone in his room, and he's still taking off his shirt, which scares the reserved girl, okay?

"I'll get under the quilt, so you won't be able to see it."

Song Jiamu lifted the quilt violently.

Yun Shuqian was startled, and hurriedly covered her own quilt, only then did she realize that the two were not covered with the same quilt.

Song Jiamu was already lying down beside her. He pulled the quilt to his chest, stretched out his hands to clamp the quilt under his armpits, adjusted the position of the pillow, and blinked at her.

"You're not sleeping yet, it's almost one o'clock."

"Oh……"

With a blushing face, Yun Shuqian lay down gently and got into the bed.

She was lying on her back, with her two small hands obediently grabbing the edge of the quilt, only a few lovely fingers were exposed, her big eyes were staring at the ceiling without blinking, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Then I turned off the light?"

"Um……"

"Niannian, turn off the lights."

"Meow~"

The little cat jumped lightly from his pillow, onto the bedside table, stretched out its paws, and turned off the light with a snap.

"..."

"..."

In the darkness, there was only the sound of the kitten stepping on the quilt and walking past the two of them. When she stepped on Yun Shuqian, her body tensed up. She thought it was Song Jiamu who finally couldn't control her lust, and touched her hand. Here we come.

"Niannian, turn on the light." Yun Shuqian said to those big shining eyes in the dark room.

"Meow?"

"What's wrong?" Song Jiamu's voice sounded next to him.

"I, I want to pee." Yun Shuqian said shyly.

It was only when she was alone with Song Jiamu that she said she needed to pee instead of going to the bathroom so indifferently, even when she was with Yuan Caiyi, she said she was going to the bathroom.

"Niannian, turn on the light." Song Jiamu said.

"Meow."

The little cat was impatient, what was the matter, and turned on the light as soon as it was turned off, but it still jumped on the bedside table obediently, and turned on the light with a snap.

Only then did Yun Shuqian stand up, because there was a wall next to her, so she had no choice but to climb over Song Jiamu's body. This process felt inexplicably ashamed...

When she climbed to the side of the bed, she realized that her slippers were at the end of the bed, so she had to wear his slippers to go to the ground first.

Her feet are so small, so white and shiny, so beautiful and lovely, wearing Song Jiamu's slippers, which are at least several sizes too big, and they are loose.

Song Jiamu looked at her, and she got up, wearing these slippers that didn't fit at all, and walked into the bathroom with a kick. When she was lying on the bed and looked from behind, the beautiful and well-proportioned legs under the girl's shorts were breathtakingly beautiful. .

"No eavesdropping!" When the door was closed, she said fiercely to Song Jiamu who was looking at him on the bed.

"..." Song Jiamu lifted the quilt and hid under the quilt.

She just closed the door.

Song Jiamu lifted the quilt, and when he heard a charming voice, his Adam's apple rolled, but he still lifted the quilt and covered his head.

Not long after, she opened the bathroom door.

"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu." Called him in a low voice.

"what happened?"

"Do you still have a toothbrush, I want to brush my teeth."

"I still have the disposable toothbrush I brought back from the hotel last time. It's so late, why not forget about it."

"No way! I feel stinky without brushing my teeth!"

Any girl will not tolerate her bad smell being smelled by boys.

Occasionally when she was too sleepy, Yun Shuqian didn't feel anything wrong if she didn't brush her teeth before going to bed, but when she slept with him, she felt that she had to brush her teeth.

"...I said, Mr. President, you don't have the youth syndrome of 'you have to make a fuss before going to bed'."

Song Jiamu was also speechless. She didn't say anything when he was washing up just now, but now that he was about to sleep, she started talking about washing up.

"You're looking for a toothbrush."

Song Jiamu had no choice but to get up, took out the disposable toothbrush brought back last time from the sundries drawer and handed it to her.

The name of the hotel where he stayed last time was printed on the wrapping paper. Seeing this familiar object, Yun Shuqian felt as if he was traveling outside rather than at home, but his nervousness was relieved a lot.

I used Song Jiamu's toothpaste. It had been a long time since I used this kind of ordinary toothbrush. Yun Shuqian faced the mirror in front of the sink, brushed her teeth carefully, rinsed her mouth, and then washed her face.

"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu?"

"Ok?"

"Are there any towels?"

"You can just use mine. I just washed the towel with shower gel. It smells very good."

"I don't want to use yours!"

"Then figure it out for yourself."

After hesitating for a while, Yun Shuqian picked up his towel, held it with both hands and gently pasted it on his face to absorb the moisture.

Not to mention, his towel was really fragrant, and the feeling of putting the towel on her face like this was like touching his face, which made her feel ashamed.

She took the shower and turned on hot water to wash her feet, and then came out of the bathroom wearing his big slippers.

"What did you just wipe your feet with?"

"Towels."

"...You, you wipe your feet with a face towel?!" Yun Shuqian felt bad all over.

"No, that dry towel at the end of the bed."

Only then did Yun Shuqian breathe a sigh of relief, seeing that he didn't ask, she took the initiative to say: "I just wiped my face with a tissue, I didn't use your towel."

"Oh."

"..."

Seeing that his reaction was flat, the girl was a little annoyed, and asked, "Then can I use your towel to wipe my feet?"

"Use it." Song Jiamu thought she was talking about the towel he used to wipe his feet.

But Yun Shuqian took the towel he used to wipe his face, and wiped off the crystal water droplets on his little feet.

"...Wait, you wipe your feet with the towel I used to wash my face?!"

"You said it yourself."

"...Forget it, put it back."

Yun Shuqian was quite surprised, so Song Jiamu was so generous that he wouldn't be angry if he gave her the face towel to wipe her feet?
"Going to sleep, going to sleep, it's one o'clock, and I won't be filming movies tomorrow morning."

"If you didn't let me go home like this, I would have fallen asleep a long time ago."

"Hey, who can't sleep all day and wants to video me?"

"Ok?"

"Sorry, it's me." Song Jiamu said quickly.

"Humph."

Yun Shuqian climbed onto his bed and crawled over him. She didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. When she climbed over him, she even stepped on him.

Song Jiamu let out an 'oh', curled up, and lay on his side facing the wall.

He opened his eyes and watched the pretty but cute girl lift the quilt and lie down next to him. There was a smile on his lips, and his heart was filled with sweet satisfaction.

"You, why are you looking at me?" Yun Shuqian felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, and her heart beat faster again.

"I feel very happy, we slept together again."

"If you are seen by your uncles and aunts, let's see if you are happy."

Song Jiamu didn't know if he was happy, but he somehow felt that his parents would be very happy.

"It's part of filming."

"Who is making a bed scene with you!"

"I didn't mention the bed scene, I just said it's part of filming, for better filming tomorrow morning and tonight, so it's normal to sleep together."

"All nonsense, not talking to you."

Yun Shuqian pulled the quilt to cover half of her small face, her full head of hair was naturally scattered on his pillow, and the quilt covered was also full of his smell, which smelled very good.

She turned around, facing the wall, with her back to him, and stopped talking to him.

"Niannian, turn off the lights," Song Jiamu said.

Ignore him every year. Niannian has already fallen asleep. Although the cat’s ears are very sensitive, but Niannian has turned off the light once today, so I can’t turn it off again. The little cat has worked hard today, the little cat Sleepy.

Well, Nian Nian is becoming more and more like a cat, so Song Jiamu had no choice but to turn off the light by himself, and lighted Nian Nian's head, which was pretending to be asleep.

"I knew you were pretending to be asleep."

"I'm not pretending to be asleep."

"...I'm talking to Niannian."

"...I, I talk to the wall."

After turning off the lights, the room became dark. Occasionally, the wind from the air conditioner would gently shake the curtains, and then shine white moonlight through the gaps.

Compared with the lights in the bathroom in the hotel, after all the light sources in the room are turned off, the sight is completely dark. After a long time, the eyes adapt to the darkness, and then they can vaguely see the outline of the people around them.

Starting from the wall, Yun Shuqian, Song Jiamu, and Niannian fell asleep in sequence.

Niannian was the first to fall asleep, snoring.

Yun Shuqian turned around gently, lying on her side facing Song Jiamu, and Song Jiamu was also lying on her side facing her.

In the quiet room, the gaps between each other are filled with quilts, which are tight and solid, and the quilts are soft and comfortable. In summer, it is a very happy and comfortable thing to cover the quilt with the air conditioner on.

In the darkness, the girl blinked her big eyes twice. She couldn't see Song Jiamu clearly, but she could hear his breathing.

Every night when she goes to bed, she needs to make a video, she is lying on the bed, and he is lying on the screen, but tonight she sleeps on this bed with him, Yun Shuqian has a feeling that she has traveled through the video.

That's right, it's the feeling of traveling through the screen, it's amazing, like a world that was originally out of reach, suddenly becomes within reach.

"Then according to what you said just now, if other girls come to take pictures, it's normal for you to sleep with them?"

"..."

Song Jiamu knew that she hadn't slept yet, and he hadn't slept either, but was about to fall asleep. She could always talk to him when he was about to fall asleep. Isn't this just the cloud worm in his stomach.

"I only sleep with you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be filming this scene."

"Well, let me think about how true your words are."

"100%."

Yun Shuqian thought about it, and even though Song Jiamu was lecherous and perverted, he really didn't treat other girls like this.

"Can I hold your hand and sleep?"

"My hands are under the covers."

"Then get your hands out of the covers."

"No, the air conditioner will catch a cold."

"Then let's hold hands under the quilt."

"..."

Yun Shuqian did not speak.

So from under his quilt, his hand quietly stretched out, and slipped in through the gap in her quilt, and soon touched the delicate softness.

Song Jiamu stopped, afraid of touching other parts that would be beaten, but luckily it was only her arm.

Yun Shuqian's body tensed, and she pushed his hand away with her palm.

Song Jiamu stopped his hand in the middle of the gap between the two quilts, moved the quilt and covered it with his hands.

After a while, Yun Shuqian's quilt also moved, her little hand got out from the edge of the quilt, and she touched his hand at the junction of the two quilts.

His hands are down, palms up.

So at the place where the two quilts overlapped, the girl's hand lightly pressed against his arm, and the little hand slid up until it got into his palm and was gently held by him.

The warm feeling started from the connected palms of the two, and each passed to the restless heart.

In the dimly lit room, there is a seductive warmth and heartbeat that cannot be seen in front of people.

"Song Zhutou."

"Ok?"

"You, do you really like me?"

Her voice became softer, and in the dark, she could blush wantonly without worrying about being seen by others. When she asked this sentence, her heart beat so fast that it was about to pop out of her throat.

"Although I don't want to admit it, there's nothing I can do. Zhutou Song really likes Zhupo Yun."

"I'm not a pig woman."

"You are. You are Song Zhutou's favorite cloud pig woman."

"I won't talk to you anymore."

The girl seemed to have fallen into a honey jar mixed with wine, giggling and burying her face in the quilt.

(End of this chapter)