Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 220 You just set off like this (please subscribe)

I slept late last night, and at this moment in the morning, the two families also got up later than usual.

The diligent little cat woke up early and was lying on the balcony basking in the sun.

It raised its head and looked towards the distance beyond the 23rd floor high-rise, the light blue sky, with aircraft clouds from south to north.

The breeze blows its dandelion-like hair, the soft and pleasant light shines on it, and the voice of the world resounds.

Close your eyes every year and lie down in a comfortable position so that the sun can shine on your belly. This will help the kitten absorb calcium and prevent cat moss.

Don't ask if it was in Song Jiamu's room last night. The door of Song Jiamu's room is still closed. If you ask, every kitten has a different physique, and it is normal for it to cross to the balcony.

The tip of the kitten's tender ears moved.

In the house, the door of Mom and Dad's room opened.

Li Yuan came out yawning, looked at the weather outside the balcony, and became in a good mood.

Seeing Song Jiamu's closed door again, she was a little curious, and shouted in a slightly louder voice in the living room:
"Haven't gotten up yet? It's almost nine o'clock."

Almost at the same time, Song Jiamu's door opened, and he also walked out yawning.

Li Yuan's trace of curiosity disappeared immediately.

"Morning, Mom."

"It's so late today, why don't you run?"

"...Get some sleep first."

"You go to bed late?"

"No, I fell asleep as soon as I got back."

Song Jiamu didn't tell a lie, he did fall asleep as soon as he came back, but he came back after five o'clock in the morning...

Yesterday morning, he sneaked into Yun Shuqian's house at one o'clock in the morning, and the two of them kissed and hugged shamelessly until after two o'clock before falling asleep, and he only slept for less than three hours. Back at home to catch up on sleep.

On a seemingly peaceful night, so many earth-shattering things happened.

Song Jiamu somewhat understood why he opposed puppy love, because falling in love really hurts the body.

Fortunately, he is still young, at the age when he is at his most energetic, so he is not pretentious at this time, why wait until he is 60 or [-] years old to remake it.

The sun was too hot at this point, and Song Jiamu didn't go for a run. As compensation, he spread out a yoga mat in the open space of the living room, and did strength training such as squats, push-ups, sit-ups, and planks.

By 10:30, he was already sweating profusely.

After simply eating breakfast to fill his stomach, Song Jiamu went back to his room to take a shower, and rewarded himself for his perseverance by the way.

Firstly, it was because Yunchongchong had teased her too much last night, and secondly, the two of them were going to play in the water park today. He didn't want to be in the public, wearing swimming trunks, and scare the crowd because of his excessive energy.

While Song Jiamu was holding the shower in embarrassment and washing the bathroom wall, the girl next door finally woke up from a full sleep.

Even with the curtains drawn, the sun still illuminated her room.

The light was sifted by the hollowed-out gauze curtains into a mottled pale yellow, and it fell on a corner of her bed, softly covering the girl's little foot that got out of the quilt.

She rolled her arms around Song Jiamu's quilt, but she was still reluctant to open her eyes, humming and chirping like a piglet, and rubbed against the quilt that was hugged in his shape.

He just lay lazily on the bed, buried his face in his quilt, savoring Song Jiamu's body temperature and smell.

I really like the feeling of being held down by him!It's a pity that the timid Song Zhutou ran away before dawn. It would be great if the quilt was as heavy as him. With 150 catties on her body, she would feel difficult to breathe, but she was extraordinarily fulfilled.

A girl has a delicate mind and a rich imagination, especially when she just wakes up, any subtle or tiny details may make her imagine.

Yun Shuqian recalled what happened last night. He kissed her neck and said he wanted to plant strawberries on it. She refused, and then he kissed her collarbone. Kind of prickly.

The words with a hot breath in my ear are still clear in retrospect.

Even though she held his hand back then, when he said 'here and there', his voice almost had a substantial weight, which made the girl feel the touch.

"Kiss all over... Woo! How can there be such a thing!"

The two grew up together, is this how Zhutou Song bullied her?
Just thinking about it now, Yun Shuqian's cheeks turned pink, turned over, buried her face in the quilt, raised her legs, and kicked vigorously into the air.

……

When the two met again, it was 12:30 after lunch.

Today is Yun Shuqian's birthday, she promised Uncle Yun last night, and now Song Jiamu is going to take her to the Water World Paradise.

"Humph."

This was the first sound the girl made when she saw Song Jiamu.

"Song Jiamu, I admire your face more and more. How did you manage to treat me like that last night, and now you can still look calm and bring me out of the house?"

Yun Shuqian explained the first voice.

"Hey, don't confuse the public, who the hell said 'ah, I like this so much' last night, it's not you Miss Yun!"

"I did not say it!"

"But your eyes tell me you think so."

"Then tell me, what are my eyes saying now."

In the elevator, Yun Shuqian was leaning against the innermost elevator wall. She was wearing a cute short skirt today, and her beautiful white legs under the skirt were close together, and she leaned her back at a thirty-degree angle. On the elevator wall, the toes of a pair of white shoes were touching Song Jiamu's. Song Jiamu stood in front of her and did not turn around after entering the elevator.

Hearing what she said, Song Jiamu stretched out one hand and propped it against the wall next to her head. He put his face close to her eyes.

Yun Shuqian's eyes are big and beautiful, big eyes will always make the face more tender, after all, the ratio of the baby's eyes to the face is too big.

Not to be outdone, she raised her eyelids like this, and met his gaze with these beautiful big eyes.

As Song Jiamu leaned against the wall and approached her little by little, his breath hit her face, Yun Shuqian's heart beat quickened, her legs stretched slightly, and her body slid against the elevator wall A little bit, from a thirty-degree angle to a twenty-five-degree angle.

"Are you going to kiss me in the elevator?" Yun Shuqian looked into his eyes and asked.

"No, I'm reading your eyes."

The tips of their noses touched each other, and Song Jiamu's breath blew the undetectable fluff on her lips. The girl's lips were very attractive, as delicate as petals peeled from a flower bud, moist and transparent. Looks like fog.

During the stalemate of "interpreting gazes", Yun Shuqian was defeated first, her pretty face began to flush slightly, she swallowed dryly, and slowly closed her big eyes, and then Lifting her chin slightly, she pushed her lips up...

Every inch she advances, Song Jiamu retreats an inch, and every inch she advances, Song Jiamu retreats another inch.

Still unable to kiss him, the girl who felt that she was being molested opened her eyes in embarrassment, and stepped on his shoe fiercely.

"Don't eat a toast and eat a fine drink."

"...the elevator is monitored."

"Then, then you still..."

"I'm reading your eyes."

"Then what did you read?"

Song Jiamu looked confident, and said: "Your big wet eyes tell me that you want to kiss my whole body too!"

Yun Shuqian thought of the videos in the private folder of her mobile phone that she had watched over and over again, and the pictures appeared in her mind, and she immediately blushed.

"...Go to hell! I never thought about it that way!"

"Did I read it wrong?"

The elevator went down to the negative floor, the door opened, Yun Shuqian pinched Song Jiamu and walked out.

The Water World Paradise is far away, and Dad's car will not be used today, so Song Jiamu plans to drive her there.

Yun Shuqian threw her bag on the back seat, and sat in the co-pilot's seat carelessly.

After the car door is closed, this is their small space.

Song Jiamu sat in the driver's seat, turned on the phone's navigation, and then glanced at Miss Yun who was not wearing a seat belt in the co-pilot's seat.

She looked like she had never been in a car, her white and tender legs were stretched out under the short skirt, dangling comfortably, her little hands were pressed on the hem of the skirt, her eyes were looking out of the glass, and she didn't have the slightest awareness of wearing a seat belt.

Seeing Song Jiamu's sideways movement, the corners of her mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc, and she sat obediently, continuing to shake her legs.

Song Jiamu's big hand pulled out the seat belt from her right side, helped her fasten it, and then pressed his left hand on her swaying white and tender thigh.

The girl's body immediately tensed up.

"You... uh!"

Her legs were held down by him, and her body was fastened by the seat belt. She wanted to move her hands, but his other hand firmly grasped her two little hands. Even her voice could not be heard. It was blocked by his mouth.

Here again, here again!
Compared to the teasing in the elevator just now, this time Song Jiamu is serious.

Yun Shuqian's whole body was tense at first, and her heart beat faster, but soon her limbs became limp, and the skin of her thighs felt the heat of his palm. She closed her eyes, and her whole body became softer, as if she was lying on a cloud. , Tiny currents flowed through the limbs, warm and crisp.

She didn't know what it was like in her mouth, but she knew that there was a wonderful taste in Song Jiamu's mouth, not the smell of toothpaste, nor mouthwash and chewing gum, but the smell that only young men have on their bodies. It tasted like wine, it made her slightly drunk, it fascinated her.

In the middle of the journey, Song Jiamu's hand began to move uncontrollably, but Yun Shuqian still firmly and strongly held it down.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"I thought you fainted..."

"So that's your reason?"

Song Jiamu took his hands away, and returned to the driver's seat to sit honestly. On the white and tender thighs under the girl's skirt, he pressed a crimson handprint mark.

Yun Shuqian looked down at the handprint on her leg, and gave him a fierce look. The two of them were hiding in Uncle Song's car, which was really exciting...

"You just set off like this..."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Yun's kiss is too impressive..."

"Then, when you come back, you should do the same."

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(End of this chapter)