Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 175 Don't hide dried fish in your pants (please subscribe)

If I remember correctly.

The dim light came through the curtains, dispelling the darkness of the room. Song Jiamu had already woken up. He was lying on his side, but his eyes were sharp. He recalled what actually happened last night.

Yun Shuqian kissed him forcefully, and it really happened.

He sleeps with her in his arms, and it actually happens.

He spoiled her...it didn't happen.

But it happened in a dream.

As a result, even though Song Jiamu slept late, he still woke up early this morning and was full of energy.

Many things are unpredictable, such as Yun Shuqian kissing him coldly, for example, he was sleeping with her in his arms, but when he woke up, she was sleeping with him in the back, or the just mentioned That dream, and the consequences of that dream.

It's over, it's okay if you are alone in your own room, but it happens to be in her room, and she is still sleeping soundly with him in her arms.

"Meow?"

Niannian sniffed it curiously.

hateful!Did Song Jiamu actually hide a small fish in the quilt?This can't fool the clever kitty!It all smells!
"Shh~!"

"Meow."

Song Jiamu didn't know how to explain to the little cat that he didn't hide the dried fish, and he also didn't know how to explain to Yun Shuqian why the little cat suspected that he had hidden the dried fish.

Fortunately, the girl did not wake up, so there is no need to explain to her for the time being.

Yun Shuqian was entangled behind his back like an octopus, and the air conditioner had been turned off regularly, so such a bad sleeping position would not cause him to catch a cold.

The two quilts each covered the positions below the waist of the two of them. Her arms came around from behind to hug him, and the girl embedded herself in the gap between his back and the bed.

Song Jiamu leaned back, feeling that she might be crushed, but the soft girl was like cotton candy. She moved and moved, and slipped out softly from the squeeze easily, as if in a daze. A little annoyed, she rubbed her forehead against his back, tightened her arms around him even more, and continued to sleep soundly.

Song Jiamu picked up his phone and checked the time. It was already [-]:[-] in the morning.

Hiding from my parents and secretly coming to her house to sleep with her is a happy thing, but Song Jiamu can't stay in bed anymore, otherwise unhappy things will happen.

He gently took Yun Shuqian's arm away, making sure not to wake her up.

This action alone took him at least 3 minutes.

Song Jiamu got out of the quilt, gathered the quilt into a long strip, and asked her to continue hugging.

He bowed his head and kissed her lightly on the cheek. He took out a small note and wrote her a message. The note was placed on his pillow.

Finally finished these tasks, Song Jiamu did not forget to hug Niannian, one person and one cat who did not return at night sneaked away from Yun Shuqian's house and returned to his own home.

He took out the key, opened the door carefully, put down the cat, ran in through the crack in the door, and he also got in through the crack in the door, and then closed the door gently.

Fortunately, I didn't see the horror story of my mother squatting on him overnight with a feather duster in the living room.

In the early morning, the living room is quiet, the door of Mom and Dad’s room is closed, the light shines in from the balcony, three stupid little goldfish swim in the water, spit bubbles occasionally, it’s not until seven o’clock, and the house is full of chaos. Brighten up.

Song Jiamu returned to the room, washed off the sticky underpants, and changed into a new set of clothes.

Only then did he dare to make a sound naturally.

After drinking a glass of water, I gave two small dried fishes to the little cat who knew countless secrets as hush money.

Amazing people, even then, still go out for a run.

It is still the seven-kilometer route from the landscape bridge, the old pier, and finally to the Linjiang Lake Scenic Area and back.

He was wearing a gray vest. The early summer sun had fully risen at seven o'clock, and the sun shone on his slightly wheat-colored skin. It is estimated that when this summer passed, his skin would be completely dyed as he wanted. That kind of wheat color is slowly dyed by the sun, which is not the same as the black one after being exposed to the sun.

Every day, he insisted on getting up early and running seven kilometers. Song Jiamu felt that this was the most meaningful persistence he made in order to get along with Yun Shuqian.

Two months of morning jogging not only gave him a better physique, but also exercised his willpower and patience.

Apart from poverty, there is nothing in this world that can be easily obtained, and the same goes for feelings.

Reminisce about last night.

The white moonlight fell on the window sill, she bent down and kissed him, her hair was scattered on his face, it turned out that liking, heartbeat, lingering, these words that would be shy no matter how you say them, can be expressed in a simple kiss. In the way, it is clear and straightforward, reserved and gentle, so just right.

It's a pity that I couldn't wake up with her today, but Song Jiamu really thought about her for four or ten minutes, and finally bought her favorite bubble wonton, adding a lot of coriander.

Two servings of cilantro.

His was also served with cilantro.

Song Jiamu loves coriander. He has been a loyal fan of coriander for 20 years.

……

When Yun Shuqian woke up, it was already 07:30.

Girls don't sleep well, especially when they're about to wake up.

She hummed and chirped like a little pig, rolling around with the quilt in her arms, rubbing against the quilt, sometimes lifting the quilt to cover her head, and sometimes kicking off the quilt quickly because her feet were exposed.

Rolled from the inside of the bed to the outside, at the edge of the bed, the memory of her body made her stop rolling, and then rolled from the outside to the inside again, until it was firmly against the wall, she stretched out her small hands and groped, Song Jiamu The sleeping bear who was given away grabbed it and hugged it tightly to his chest.

Ok?
She sobered up a little.

So she continued to roll from the inside of the wall to the outside, her little hands groped, and she had already touched the hanging space outside the bed.

Yun Shuqian sat up abruptly.

I quickly looked at the bed, except for two quilts and two pillows...

What about the big Song Zhutou? !
I fell asleep a bit, and occasionally did stupid things like wearing slippers and looking for them.

"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu?"

Yun Shuqian sat on the bed, looking around for Song Jiamu, feeling inexplicably flustered.

Fortunately, Song Jiamu left a note for her, so she picked it up and read it.

[I went home to change clothes and ran to buy you breakfast, and I kissed you when I just left]

Well, as expected, he fell asleep and almost forgot that the two of them couldn't stay in bed like this. Fortunately, he woke up early, otherwise something serious would happen if he went to bed late.

Yun Shuqian lay back on the bed straight again, holding his note in his hand to read it again.

Seeing him kiss her when he said to leave, the girl's heart was sweet.

Where did he kiss? Didn't he secretly kiss her on the mouth?

How is this possible?

Anyway, she didn't know, so she kissed her, but he still told her, please don't be so polite.

Yun Shuqian opened the locked drawer and put away the note.

……

I didn't write a word last night, so I can't play this kind of mutual insult game this morning like last night.

It's really insulting. How can anyone dare to say in a girl's ear that he will ruin her sooner or later?Anyone who dared to say such a thing must have been in the bureau long ago.

But fortunately, Yun Shuqian didn't suffer, she kissed him forcefully, and even poked her saliva-stained finger into his mouth, which was considered a severe insult to him.

Of course, even if he coded [-] characters last night, the reserved girl would not agree to him playing such a strange game in broad daylight.

Yun Shuqian didn't mention anything about what happened last night, and Song Jiamu didn't dare to mention it either. The two of them wrote honestly as usual on weekends, rubbing and touching their legs under the table.

Song Jiamu has always been puzzled by the touching of legs. Why is it okay when his legs touch hers, but not when his hands touch hers?
Soon, Song Jiamu figured out an answer that was closer to the truth.

If it is the current posture where the two sides are sitting opposite each other, if his hand wants to touch her leg, then he needs to get under the table, which will look too lewd and unnatural at all.

Song Jiamu pulled his leg out, and his big foot stepped on her little foot lightly. When typing at home, both of them had the habit of taking their feet out of their slippers.

The foot was stepped on by him, Yun Shuqian moved, and got out the little foot that was lightly stepped on by him, and stepped on his instep in turn.

Song Jiamu stepped on her in turn, and she had to turn on top of his feet again.

This reminded Song Jiamu of Nian Nian, when he put his hand on Nian Nian's cat's paw, Nian Nian had to put his paw on the back of his hand, this is called the law of cat's paw on top.

For Yun Shuqian, it is the law that Yun Chongchong's feet must be on top.

Song Jiamu still wanted to move, but she had already detected it in advance, and stepped on him hard this time, not allowing him to pull his foot out again.

"Don't move! Are you still typing?"

"...Is this considered holding feet?"

"The word ni makes me feel very wretched..."

Yun Shuqian stepped on him, took her feet back, put them in her slippers, put them crossed under her chair, and stopped holding hands with him.

Song Jiamu felt that he was at a disadvantage. If he had known it, he would not have talked about it. In fact, it was quite comfortable to be stepped on by her feet.

"How many words have you written?" Song Jiamu asked.

"Seven thousand." Yun Shuqian said.

She is quite satisfied with her coding speed. From the time she had breakfast to now, she has written [-] words in three hours, which can be regarded as making up for what she didn't write yesterday.

"So fast!"

"How much did you write?"

"More than 5000..."

Hearing Song Jiamu's word count, Yun Shuqian was very proud. When she was happy, her feet got out of the slippers and lightly stepped on his instep.

She coded [-] characters, and she only coded [-] characters. This made Song Jiamu feel very uneasy. How can he achieve twice her score if this continues?
How to seek power and usurp the throne?How about ordering her to wear a miniskirt and knee socks and touching her legs?
Song Jiamu settled down and concentrated, and hurriedly began to fill in the words.

(End of this chapter)