Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 177
"Have you changed your clothes yet?"

Song Jiamu went home and changed into sportswear, simple shorts and a T-shirt.

She took out the key she gave and opened the door to come in, but Yun Shuqian was still in the room and did not come out.

He picked up the racket, filled her pitcher with water, and slung it over his shoulder.

"I'm coming."

Yun Shuqian opened the door and came out, wearing a black sports skirt and a white T-shirt, her hair was also tied into a ponytail, and the tips of her hair vibrated vigorously as she ran.

Whenever she tied her ponytail, Song Jiamu's eyes would fall on her slender neck.

On the edge of the back hairline, the girl has a small ruff, which needs to be noticed by someone close.

"Are you wearing safety pants?"

"nonsense!"

"Then I'll take you out?"

"Don't you think others can't see my safety pants?"

Yun Shuqian gave him an annoyed look. Holding such a princess would really break a girl's heart, but this pose is too easy to lose sight of.

"Let's go then."

Song Jiamu held out his hand towards her.

Yun Shuqian put her little hand in his palm.

He held her gently and led her out the door together.

The sun at three o'clock in the afternoon is very hot, and the greening of the community is well done. In July, the hottest summer, you can still hear the chirping of cicadas.

During the summer vacation when they were young, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian’s greatest hobby was to look for the source of the chirping sound under the trees, but the sound was clearly above their heads, but they couldn’t see those little things, like a summer that couldn’t be grasped, They flapped their wings and flew into the memory of those years together.

"Song Jiamu, will there be cicadas this year?"

Yun Shuqian is afraid of the sun, because the skin is delicate, if it is exposed to the sun for too long, it will become red and painful.

But Song Jiamu is so tall, when he stands beside her, there will be a shadow, Yun Shuqian hides in his shadow, she is behind him, holding both hands by him, occasionally when walking, she will still Step on the heel of his shoe.

"There should be, it seems like every year?"

"Didn't you pay attention?"

"No...how about you?"

"I didn't either..."

Song Jiamu said: "Then let's pay attention together this year, I think there must be."

"Hey, you haven't even caught one!"

"You caught it by riding on my neck, who the hell can't catch it?"

Coming under the carport, Song Jiamu pushed the electric car out.

With his feet on the ground to stabilize the car, Yun Shuqian supported his shoulders and sat on the back seat.

She moved her little butt forward until it was completely close to him, so that she would not be afraid of the wind blowing up her skirt.

Arms also stretched out from behind, hugging him firmly.

It's hugging, a whole arm.

"Take it easy, I can't breathe anymore." Song Jiamu looked as if she was hugged tightly and couldn't escape anymore.

Yun Shuqian just ate this set, feeling secretly happy, not only did not relax her strength, but even hugged him even tighter, like a kitten, she rubbed her face against him, and her legs under the short skirt also clamped him tightly , did not give him a chance to escape.

When he left the gate of the community, Yun Shuqian saw Uncle Liu in the security room dozing off from a distance, the fan was spinning, Uncle Liu put his legs on the table, and leaned back on the chair to sleep soundly .

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Yun Shuqian didn't let go, and just carried Song Jiamu all the way to the badminton hall.

"Do you remember the serve I taught you earlier?"

"Can not remember."

"... When answering this question, can you not be so straightforward?"

"Teach me again."

Song Jiamu stood behind her, he was tall and could easily wrap his arms around her, and the warm breath was blowing from behind her ears, and he could also smell the fragrance of the girl's hair.

"You, don't blow into my ears, you're lecherous..."

"I'm not blowing, I'm just talking."

"Then don't stick so close..."

Yun Shuqian softly pushed him with his shoulder, pulling a little distance away from him, and the little ear on the side where he was leaning on to speak was already tenderly red.

But after opening the distance, I felt that it was not as comfortable as sticking to his arms, so I gradually leaned closer.

The power of the air conditioner in the arena is not high. After all, strong wind will affect the ball. After the two simply warmed up, they started to play.

"Don't steal the backcourt!"

"No stealing."

"No spiking!"

"No buckle."

"You can only play high and let me pick it up!"

"High, slowly."

After setting more than N Yun Shuqian's exclusive playing rules, the two finally hit the ball with swinging rackets.

Yun Shuqian doesn't like sports, it depends on the situation, except that there are a few days every month when it is not convenient to exercise, doing sports with Song Jiamu is a very happy thing for her.

For Song Jiamu, playing sports with Yun Shuqian is also a very happy thing, but this kind of happiness is completely different from the happiness of playing with Zhang Sheng and the others. It belongs to the kind of happiness of competition, but when playing with Yun Shuqian, Song Jiamu felt like he was teasing a cat.

That's right, it's about teasing cats. When teasing cats, cats are also happy, and people are also happy. This is probably the understanding.

Song Jiamu hit the ball lightly, occasionally controlling the speed and direction of the ball, and then Yun Shuqian babbled around to catch the ball. The beautiful white and tender legs under the short skirt were very pleasing to the eye. When he couldn't catch the ball , she would giggle, and when she caught the ball and hit Song Jiamu's chest or head, she laughed even more happily.

Gradually, Yun Mao Mao also learned badly. She slowly learned to control the ball, and occasionally hit the sloping corner, and occasionally hit the net. Pace to catch the ball.

Unknowingly, after playing for an hour, Yun Shuqian was exhausted and overheated. She sweated profusely. A few strands of hair on her forehead stuck to her face, and thin beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose. The delicate collarbone fossa was also damp, and her whole body was stained with a touch of crimson.

Song Jiamu also sweated a lot, but he was really hot.

"No, no, no, I need to rest!"

Yun Shuqian came to the rest bench behind the stadium and sat down. She put the beat aside, her legs were naturally stretched out, and her toes were shaking slightly.

Song Jiamu turned the fan on the side, and fixedly blowing air on her, the girl raised her chin comfortably, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the heat wave that the wind took away from her body.

Suddenly, her legs were hugged, she was startled, and quickly opened her eyes.

"You, what are you doing?!"

"Pinch your legs for you."

"Don't think I don't know you just want to touch..."

"We both kissed, and it doesn't matter if we touch it. Besides, I'm just pinching my legs in a serious way."

She was sitting on the bench, and Song Jiamu sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her, holding her calf in his arms with both hands, gently pinching the muscles of her calf with his palm.

Originally, Yun Shuqian wanted to refuse, but after exercising, the muscles of her calf were tense. After being pinched and kneaded by him so gently, she felt a tingling and pleasant feeling. In other words, it was just that his legs were still trying to pull out with a little restraint, but this little force couldn't break free from Song Jiamu's hands at all, which made him even more excited.

"Sweating..."

She said coyly.

No girl would like to appear dirty and smelly in front of the person she likes. After exercising, her legs also sweated, her fair skin was slightly red, and her surface was greasy with sweat.

"It's okay, just apply lubricating oil."

Song Jiamu really didn't dislike it at all. The cute girl was sweating, but it was even more exciting.

Of course, if it was Zhang Sheng's sweaty legs, Song Jiamu probably would have shivered.

Yun Shuqian's legs are smooth and slender, especially the skin on the calf, which is as smooth as the world's best satin, and as soft as new cotton in early summer.

His palm could gently wrap this tender skin, and when he rubbed it, he felt unspeakable ambiguity and satisfaction in his heart.

"...Is it easy to touch?"

"It's nice to touch."

Yun Shuqian glared at him.

If it's just touching like this, it doesn't matter, his palm is very warm, after all, she had cramp when she was running before, and he pressed her leg like this.

Thinking about it now, he must have taken advantage of the opportunity at that time!
Because she was sitting on a chair in a short skirt, and he was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of her, Yun Shuqian sat up straight and pressed the skirt between her legs with her hands, preventing him from looking up. If you have the opportunity to see the beautiful scenery, even if you can only see the off-white safety pants.

Song Jiamu's hands began to press from the calf, and then went up and up, and when they reached the girl's knee, Yun Shuqian's itchy feeling became more intense.

She raised her leg and kicked him in the arm as a warning.

"Ouch!"

"Knee jerk reaction."

"..."

Whose knee jerk reaction is this?His palm just landed on her knee, and he just reacted with a knee jerk? !

Song Jiamu calmed down and didn't dare to put his palm on the girl's thigh, so he had to go down again. When she wasn't paying attention, he grabbed her slender ankle and took off her little white shoes all at once.

"You, what are you doing?!"

"Pinch your feet for you."

After exercising, Yun Shuqian's feet were also warm. She was wearing white socks. Compared with before, there was a faint smell of sweat, but it didn't stink.

The sides of the socks wrapped around the ankles, and the shallow vertical lines of the socks were printed on her delicate skin. Her skin was probably so delicate, so when Song Jiamu kissed her cheek, he didn't dare to use too much force. Yes, I'm afraid I'll suck out a strawberry.

"I do not want!"

This time Yun Shuqian refused very resolutely. If he said to pinch her feet after she washed her feet, she might agree, but this kind of sweaty feet after exercise, a reserved girl would not If she is willing to pinch it for him, if there is any smell, then she will die of shame?

Yun Shuqian pulled her leg out of his arms, bent down and put on her shoes again.

Song Jiamu looked up, the collar of his shirt was in front of him.

It's still the light pink one with lace trim.

(End of this chapter)