Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 202 Sleeping is an Art (Subscribe)
Occasionally, Song Jiamu also wondered, if he put on a nurse uniform now, would Yun Shuqian, as a patient, make more strange demands on him?

Respecting the patient's wish, Song Jiamu got up and walked to the door, first listened to the movement outside the door, and then gently locked the door behind him.

The sickly girl was lying on the bed, looking at him with big eyes peeking out from under the quilt, her little face was naturally flushed because of the low-grade fever.

"Is it locked..."

"locked."

"I'm a little cold, a little sleepy, and a little dizzy..." Yun Shuqian, who was nestled under the quilt, moved restlessly.

"It won't be cold if I hold you."

"it is good……"

The restless girl immediately became obedient, and took the initiative to support the bed and sit up. The quilt slipped off her shoulders. She was wearing beige pajamas. Maybe she had been covered under the quilt for a long time, and the white and tender skin on her arms was also a little red.

Song Jiamu sat down beside her bed, and she opened her arms to hug her.

Seeing that Song Jiamu didn't hug her, she rubbed her upper body over like a mermaid, hugged him from behind, wrapped her arms around his armpit and hugged her tightly, and pressed her face against his. On the back, I didn't have much strength to rub it, I just let out a long and comfortable breath.

Song Jiamu opened the small white plastic bag on the table. He went to the doctor with her in the afternoon. He also brought the medicine back at that time. He remembered clearly how much he should take.

There are two white pills, one large and one small, four capsules, and this cup of warm cold medicine.

"It's ten o'clock, take the medicine first."

Song Jiamu gently pulled her arm wrapped around him. Her arm was slender and beautiful. She had a low fever and her skin became a little hot.

The strength was quite strong, Song Jiamu fought against her for a while, and then Yun Shuqian reluctantly let go of him, and sat down on the bed obediently.

Song Jiamu took the medicine in his palm, opened it in front of her, and handed her the cup of warm granule.

Yun Shuqian held the cup in both hands, and gulped down two sips of the granule.

Then he stretched out his tender fingers, squeezed two capsules from his palm and put them into his mouth, and swallowed the medicine with two gulps of granules.

If Song Jiamu took the medicine by himself, he would throw it into his mouth and finish it in one gulp with water, but Yun Shuqian's throat is relatively narrow and tender, so she couldn't finish this handful of medicine in one gulp, so she scored two or three times eat slowly.

She took the white pills last because they were more bitter.

She twirled the last two pills and put them in her mouth, her expression reacted immediately, with a bit of sour feeling in the bitterness, Yun Shuqian's delicate brows frowned, and hurriedly held the water glass and gurgled the medicine. Take the two pills with the rest of the powder.

After eating, she smashed her mouth and frowned, ready to put the water glass sideways.

"Give me the cup."

"It's so painful..."

"Did the medicine melt in your mouth? Does it still smell?"

"Ah."

"You eat slowly, and you won't be bitter if you eat it in one bite. Do you still need water?"

"No, I've already had such a big drink..."

"Ok."

Song Jiamu put down the cup, and she wanted to hug her again like just now. He held her two warm little hands, lowered his head, and at the moment her eyes widened slightly, he pressed his lips to hers.

Yun Shuqian closed his eyes, his body softened a bit, his heart beat faster, a warm current flowed to his limbs, his outstretched legs also bent sideways, and he half leaned on him, looking up Jaw responded.

"Bitter sweet bitter sweet."

Ten seconds later, Song Jiamu described it.

"I, I am a patient!"

Yun Shuqian emphasized the facts, staring at him with big wet eyes, as if he was bullying the patient and kissing her without permission, but after being kissed by him like this, the drowsy state really disappeared. Much better.

Sure enough, hormones and adrenaline are the real medicine.

"It's over, it's over, then I've had so much saliva from Miss Yun, I'm going to catch a cold soon."

"Song Jiamu, can I wipe my nose with your clothes?"

"If you think my clothes are better than paper towels, you can use them."

Yun Shuqian put her face on his shoulder, Song Jiamu really thought she was going to wipe her nose, but she opened her mouth and bit him a little.

"Ouch, it hurts."

Song Jiamu gave feedback in a timely manner, and then pulled two tissues over, one hand supported her slender shoulders, the other hand covered her nose, Yun Shuqian sneezed hard, and then he wrapped her Rolled it up with a tissue and wiped it for her.

Maybe it was because he was using too much strength, or maybe her skin was too tender, the tip of her nose turned red after wiping the snot with a tissue.

"Are you disgusted?" she asked.

"Isn't it just a normal stress secretion product of the body, what's disgusting?"

"...your description makes me feel very strange."

Yun Shuqian thought of the video that made people blush again.

"After taking the medicine, take a good rest and lie down."

"Can't sleep..."

"Then I'll hold you."

Song Jiamu shook off the slippers and sat on her bed as well.

Yun Shuqian, who wanted to be hugged by him just now, refused to be hugged by him. She pushed him, but her little hands didn't have much strength.

"Turn, turn off the lights."

"Why are you turning off the lights?"

"It's better this way..."

"...Yun Shuqian, you are so strange."

Yun Shuqian glared at him, Song Jiamu didn't dare to say any more, leaned over the bedside table, and turned off the light.

The night light was always plugged in, and after the light was turned off, the room became dark and gloomy. Without the interference of light, I naturally relaxed a lot.

Song Jiamu sat on the head of the bed, put his hands under her armpits, and supported her to sit up a little bit. Yun Shuqian was taken aback for a while, then he was hugged by him like this, and leaned against his firm and warm chest superior.

The girl's delicate body is so soft and small, just like a baby, Song Jiamu involuntarily stretched his arms around hers, the two's arms touched skin to skin, she was a little hot, he was soft He firmly held the girl's tender and soft little hand, and gently squeezed her delicate and tender fingers.

Yun Shuqian's cheek pressed against his skin, a little hot, but the messy mood quickly calmed down.

She closed her eyes, leaned against Song Jiamu's shoulder, and moved her little head comfortably. Her hair was also scattered on his neck, shoulders, and chest, and she stopped when she found the most suitable angle.

Yun Shuqian wanted to smell him, but unfortunately her nose was blocked and she couldn't smell clearly, so she tried her best to sniff.

Song Jiamu took the initiative to raise his neck for her to sniff.

The reserved girl stopped smelling, her nose snorted twice, her tonsils were inflamed, and she spoke in a low voice, but she tried her best to say: "Song Zhutou, you stink!"

"Then you still sniff me like a puppy?"

"It stinks anyway!"

"But I feel that I am very fragrant. Your virus did not infect me, but your fragrance did infect me. I smell of you all over my body."

Song Jiamu also turned his head to the side, and the tip of his nose brushed the skin of her face and neck, sniffing lightly like her.

"itch……"

Yun Shuqian turned around and patted him to stop him from smelling it.

Although she didn't feel that there was any smell on her body, it still felt strange to let her little boy smell her like this.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll ask the counselor for a vacation for you. The morning class is on Tuesday. Please take a vacation." Song Jiamu didn't forget his aunt's entrustment, so he also came to persuade Yun Shuqian.

"No." Yun Shuqian didn't want to stay at home by herself.

"I won't stay at school in the afternoon. I'll come back to accompany you after class at noon and buy you porridge."

"Well……"

"OK?"

Song Jiamu gently squeezed her little hand.

The president of Yunda, who is usually stubborn, nodded obediently.

"Song Zhutou, tell me a story and put me to sleep."

"But as we all know, it is very difficult to get Miss Yun to sleep. I don't have so many stories to tell."

"Then, then you read to me, and I fell asleep after listening to it."

"Really?"

"I'm obetient."

Well, the cloud pig woman in sick mode is indeed quite obedient.

Song Jiamu let go of her, got up and turned on the light to find a book on her bookshelf, but he didn't know what book to talk about, so he took a copy of "Norwegian Forest"

He likes this book very much, and it can be seen that Yun Shuqian likes it too.

"You read it very often? You have read this book so old."

Seeing that he was holding this book, Yun Shuqian felt embarrassed. When she was in junior high school, she read this book as a little emperor, and read it back and forth no less than five times.

"I just looked at it once and lent it to Caiyi, and it was so old when she got it back."

"Oh……"

Listening to his meaningful voice, Yun Shuqian patted him angrily.

"Are you still talking?"

"Talk about it..."

"lamp."

Song Jiamu turned off the headlight, and then turned on the small lamp on the bedside table.

The two returned to the original position. Yun Shuqian took the initiative to lean over, resting her face on his shoulder, and stretched out a pair of arms to wrap around his waist. She closed her eyes and waited for Song Jiamu to give her a hand. Read and listen.

"Which passage do you want to hear?"

"It will be all right……"

Yun Shuqian rubbed against his neck comfortably. She liked his temperature, his smell, and his voice sounding close and softly in her ears.

Girls who have no one to tell stories to lull them to sleep are always pitiful. Luckily, Zhutou Song told her stories and read to her. She thought back to her childhood. He was obviously a kid himself, but he was happy to take a small picture album before taking a nap. Tell her a story, and whenever this happens, the little girl will lie obediently under the quilt and look at him sideways, with the bright afternoon light in her big eyes, and his figure is all in her memory.

Song Jiamu started to study, his voice was gentle and magnetic, and the little cat also jumped on his lap and lay down on his lap, just like the girl with closed eyes beside him, listening to him while reading.

"...I stretched out my hand, wanting to touch her. But Naoko quickly retracted her body, her lips trembling slightly. Then, she raised her hands and began to slowly unbutton her pajamas. There are seven buttons in total, as if I continued to dream As if watching her untie one by one with her delicate and slender fingers..."

Song Jiamu read with emotion. He held the book in one hand, and put his other arm around Yun Shuqian's shoulder. As he read, the girl's ears began to turn red, and she patted him angrily.

"what happened?"

"You, what are you reading?! Change a paragraph!"

"Isn't it good? Regardless of the scene or the action, the language is well used, full of aesthetic feeling..."

"Change a paragraph!"

"Ok."

Song Jiamu flipped through the book and reselected a paragraph.

"...'Doesn't that feel good?' 'What?' 'Impulsive, that is, is it uncomfortable?' 'See what you think.' 'May I release it for you?' 'Use...'"

Song Jiamu was just about to read something exciting when Yun Shuqian blushed again and patted him on the body.

"Song Jiamu, did you do it on purpose?"

"What, this is the progress of human beings towards civilization, and all human efforts are for the ultimate physical and mental satisfaction."

"Don't listen, don't listen!"

Yun Shuqian covered her ears with her hands.

"Then which passage do you want to listen to?"

"...a bear in spring."

"Say earlier."

Song Jiamu read her the part about the bear in spring.

Yun Shuqian was very satisfied, she had to read like this when she was studying, what was he reading just now, although she had read it many times, but now she leaned in his arms and listened to him read it from his mouth , the feeling is completely different.

Song Jiamu read the book softly, and the girl listened obediently. As the night darkened, her arm around his waist gradually relaxed, her breathing gradually became even and long, and his voice became more and more in consciousness. The more blurred it was, but it stayed with her all night in the dream.

Song Jiamu closed the book gently, hugged her and lay down on the bed, covered her with a quilt, leaned over and kissed her forehead.

After turning off the desk lamp, he went out quietly.

The girl slept soundly at night, with a sweet curve at the corner of her mouth.

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