Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 181 It's all about love (please subscribe)

"Auntie, did she wake up so early today?"

Yun Shuqian spoke to him in a low voice. At the door of her house, Song Jiamu, who was sweating profusely, ran back with four breakfasts. Looking at the two extra breakfasts in his hand, the girl who was as smart as a monkey immediately I guessed that my aunt woke up earlier today.

"You said it was dangerous or not, it was only 1 minute and 2 minutes away. I was almost caught by my mother when I opened the door to go back." Song Jiamu said with lingering fear.

"It's so exciting..."

"what?"

"I, I mean it's all your fault! If you are caught by auntie, you must deserve it!"

Yun Shu lightly snorted, she didn't ask him to sleep with her, she just said, "Would you like to tell me to sleep at my house tonight", and then Song Jiamu said it, so it must be his question.

"...Don't say that it has nothing to do with you."

"Anyway, I don't want to sleep with you anymore." Yun Shuqian uttered the voice of a sage. She is now full of energy and not sleepy at all. Sleeping with a man in her arms is nothing more than that. There is nothing good about it.

"Then I don't dare to sleep with you anymore. If my mother finds out, she will have to break my leg." Song Jiamu made a voice with lingering fear, and hugged the girl to sleep. Not only is it dangerous, but it is also harmful to the body.

"Here, your soy milk."

"Hey, your braised pork noodles."

The two exchanged breakfast. While she was not paying attention, Song Jiamu quickly lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead.

When Yun Shuqian was about to raise his hand to pat him, Song Jiamu hurried home.

After taking a shower, changing clothes, and having breakfast, Song Jiamu carried his bag and keys to go out.

After ringing the doorbell twice, Yun Shuqian also opened the door and came out.

For the first time, she wore a skirt to school today, the one Song Jiamu gave her, and Song Jiamu also wore the T-shirt she gave her.

"Why did you think of wearing a skirt to school today?"

"No clothes to wear."

"Then I'll buy it for you."

"You have so much money, you just say you want to buy clothes for girls. Girls' clothes are very expensive."

Holding her hand, looking at the little dress on her body, Song Jiamu was in a particularly good mood. He remembered the game Love Nikki-Dress UP Queen, whenever he saw beautiful clothes, he always wanted to buy her a set too , Imagining how good-looking she would be when she put it on.

Of course, it’s not all white, black, and flesh-colored knee socks, calf socks, pantyhose, and many cute little skirts or maid outfits are also fine.

When it comes to maid outfits, Song Jiamu can easily put them on in his mind, and then wear cat ears or something, which really suits her delicate figure and face.

The length of this little skirt that Song Jiamu bought her just reached her knees. When she was riding an electric scooter this morning, she could no longer straddle her like before.

Yesterday when she was wearing a short sports skirt, she could sit astride, and it didn't matter if her beautiful and well-proportioned white thighs were exposed, it wouldn't look strange.But after wearing a long skirt, if you lift up the skirt to expose your thighs, it will look very strange and very sexy.

It's the same as it's normal to see bikini girls on the beach, but it's not normal to see bikini girls on the subway.

Yun Shuqian sat sideways on the electric scooter today.

She turned the small bag in front of her body and pressed it on her lap, and sat sideways on the back seat, wrapping her arms around Song Jiamu's belly, her soft side was also tightly against his back, beautiful Her legs were bent and knees resting on the floor mats, leaning slightly towards him.

Compared with sitting astride, sitting sideways is not stable enough, but Song Jiamu rides very slowly and steadily, and Yun Shuqian feels that sitting sideways seems more romantic, because her ears can be attached to his back and listen to his heartbeat .

The scenery of the street receded before her eyes, Yun Shuqian leaned against him comfortably, and the small hands around his waist touched him restlessly.

Touching his pectoral muscles up for a while, and touching his abdominal muscles down for a while, she took advantage of him, which is great.

After all, he is her baby girl, who grew up with him, if she doesn't take advantage of him, should he be left to other girls.

When holding Song Jiamu, Yun Shuqian felt like she was holding a new chubby toothpaste. At the age of 20, it was full of energetic love, and the bulging content made people feel full of security.

The most exciting love is hidden in the eyes and in the action.

While waiting for the traffic light, Song Jiamu stopped the car with his legs supported, and looked down at the little hand on his lower abdomen.

Yun Shuqian's hands are beautiful and delicious, her fingers are slender and slender, and her nails are shiny and shiny. She caresses his belly like no one else, and her tender fingertips lightly touch his belly through a thin T-shirt. He groped lightly, and occasionally used his index finger to circle around in his navel.

Sometimes Song Jiamu's abdominal muscles are tense, but she doesn't like it, and she will rub her face against his back a little angrily, and then Song Jiamu has no choice but to relax and soften her stomach, she likes to touch soft and bouncy abdomen.

"Pick my belly button again, and I will have diarrhea."

"If you pick your belly button, you won't have diarrhea. If you pick your belly button, you will catch a cold."

"Then I'll pick at you."

"Get out, why is your belly button round?"

"Isn't yours?"

"Mine are oval, thin and long."

"Then let me see."

"I won't show you, but it's very beautiful anyway."

When she said this, Song Jiamu became more and more itchy. He really wanted to see Miss Yun Shuqian's belly button. It would be even better if he could kiss her.

Of course, I must have seen it when I was a child, but I was not ashamed back then, and I only had a superficial understanding of the concept of gender.

"What are you thinking, why is your heart beating faster?" She asked behind her.

"...I was thinking about how beautiful Miss Yun Shuqian's belly button is, and wondered if my lips would have a chance to kiss Miss Yun Shuqian's belly button." Song Jiamu said honestly.

But in the next second, Song Jiamu paid the price for his honesty.

Yun Shuqian pinched the soft flesh on his waist, honest people are really hard to deal with these days.

"Don't be a hooligan all day long, I'm not your girlfriend, I'm your boy, your president, your squad leader, please respect me!"

"Sorry……"

Song Jiamu was thinking, and it seemed that she hadn't heard her mantra for a while: I want to tell auntie!

"Song Jiamu."

"Ok?"

"You touch your belly well, you are full, what's in it?"

Song Jiamu is sure that if he said this to her, then he must be beaten, why not!

"It's filled with love for you."

An honest heart is called a hooligan, and a beautiful lie is called a love story.

Yun Shuqian immediately believed it, and the corners of her mouth curved shyly, as if she couldn't stand it, she pinched him a little, and she was sure that his stomach was full of love, not stewed meat noodles, soy milk, water and stool.

"Ouch, don't squeeze, don't squeeze, love is about to overflow!"

"You are so nasty! Disgusting and disgusting!"

The girl said so, but never hit him again.

The green light turned on, the electric car started slowly, and a butterfly flapped its wings, following the girl's skirt blown by the wind.

……

"Morning~"

"Morning~"

When they came to the classroom, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian sat down in front of them. Today was a bit later than usual, and many students in the classroom had already arrived, even Yuan Caiyi had already arrived.

"Wow, Qianqian, why are you wearing a skirt today! Look good!"

"This tie looks so cute!"

"Mori Xiaoqing, wow, Qianqian, your legs are so white!"

It was rare to see Yun Shuqian wearing a skirt to class, and several of her best friends came together one after another, making Yun Shuqian feel embarrassed, as if she had no clothes on, and she blushed when she was teased by them stand up.

"Student Song Jiamu came quite late today, didn't he?"

"Well... the bed is so comfortable in the morning." Song Jiamu crossed his palms, palms stretched out, looking like he still wanted to stay in bed.

"The weather in May really makes people not want to get up." The girls sitting in the back naturally looked at Song Jiamu's hands. Yun Shuqian will not talk about the manual control, it is not manual control. Girls also think that Song Jiamu's hands are particularly beautiful, with slender fingers and well-defined joints. If you touch yourself with such hands, you will be very satisfied just thinking about it.

Yun Shuqian took out her book and pen, and glanced at the girlfriends behind her from the corner of her eye from time to time. Sure enough, the words about fire prevention, anti-theft and anti-theft girlfriends were correct. She had just finished teasing her, and turned to talk to Song Jiamu.

So what if the hands look good, I'm tired of touching them~
Oh, I bought his T-shirt~
The quilt in the morning is really comfortable, because he is on my bed~
Oh, it's just like that when holding him to sleep, it's so hot, she doesn't want him to hold him, but he insists on holding him, it's so annoying~
"Caiyi, why are your dark circles so big?"

"I cut the film until after one o'clock!"

Yuan Caiyi felt that he was going to die, and lay down on the table with a groan, his chest filled the gap between the table and his body.

Yun Shuqian was a little bit shocked, so she adjusted her sitting posture a little to prevent Song Jiamu from seeing such a scene when he looked to the right.

Before the bell rang for class, several good brothers of Song Jiamu also ran into the classroom one after another. Zhang Sheng walked over from behind. At first glance at the back of a girl wearing a skirt next to Song Jiamu, he thought Song Jiamu was looking for a new love. It turned out that it was Yun Shuqian, which surprised him a lot.

Sitting down next to Song Jiamu, Zhang Sheng took out his mobile phone and sent him a message.

"Damn, the squad leader is so beautiful today! Do you two have a date today? You won't play in the afternoon??"

"【funny】"

Song Jiamu immediately felt proud. As for the date and why she suddenly wore a skirt, he couldn't answer the questions. In short, it was right to reply with an all-purpose funny expression.

So Zhang Sheng made up all the answers in an instant, and sent him a message back.

"If you don't have enough umbrellas, I'll go to the dormitory to get them for you later."

"【funny】"

He wants to use it too!But no chance!Anyway, it's okay to be funny...

Yun Shu turned his head suddenly, and stretched out his hand towards him, opening his palm.

Song Jiamu was so frightened that she quickly turned off the screen. She could not see the chat history with Zhang Sheng. After all, there were not many text conversations on it, but there were many small videos, pictures, and strange links.

Song Jiamu swears that he has never asked Zhang Sheng for it, and Zhang Sheng sent it to him. Boys' desire to share resources in this regard is outrageously strong.

He held the phone in his hand and asked her with some guilt: "What's wrong?"

"Is there any sugar, I am sleepy while picking clothes."

"Yes, I have."

Song Jiamu opened his schoolbag, took out a few candies, and distributed one to Zhang Sheng, Yuan Caiyi and the three girls behind, and then gave three to Yun Shuqian.

Yun Shuqian thought it was fair to share the candy like this. She peeled off one and put it in her mouth, and was about to put the remaining two in her pocket when she suddenly remembered that she was wearing a skirt today, and it was too much to put things in the pockets of the skirt. I am no longer a lady, so I had to put the sugar in the bag again.

Class begins.

"...Mao Dun believes that 'beauty' and 'good' are truth, and that 'the only purpose of literature and art is to seek truth'. He praised Ibnaz's "Storm" for the description of the fish market, which makes people smell fishy. "Ni Huanzhi "The reason why he calls it a masterpiece in the history of new literature is because it truly describes the inner world of the characters..."

The professor who taught the class spoke loudly on the stage. The literature class is boring and boring, and interesting and interesting. I am not a person who really loves literature. He is probably like Zhang Sheng next to Song Jiamu, who has already closed his eyes and started fishing. .

Occasionally, Song Jiamu would peek at Yun Shuqian beside him from the corner of his eye. He liked to see her lying on the table and taking notes seriously.

Her tender fingertips touched the notebook, and she leaned towards him. Song Jiamu was about to copy her notes, but noticed the last sentence that had nothing to do with the class content.

[There are two pigeons on the window sill, so fat]

He turned his head, and there were two pigeons on the window sill, one white and one gray, and they were looking into the classroom curiously with their heads tilted.

Song Jiamu also picked up a pen to write on the notebook.

[saw it]

When he raised his head again, a cool wind blew in from the window, the curtains were lifted by the wind, and the pages of the paper were turned. The girl smoothed the messy strands of hair on her forehead and smoothed them behind her ears.

Her gaze was in the same direction as Song Jiamu's.

Two pigeons on the window sill fluttered their wings and flew to the blue sky in May.

(End of this chapter)