Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 232 Shall We Get Even?
"I can't get up yet, I'll get the quilt wet later."

"Humph!"

Yun Shuqian's freshly washed hair hadn't dried yet, she was lying on the quilt and couldn't get up, Song Jiamu had no choice but to think about how to insult him, he didn't think this woman would let it go.

Song Jiamu was a little guilty, went over to fetch the hair dryer, then he stood beside the bed, supporting Yun Shuqian with both hands, he leaned down, and stopped when he was about to touch her.

Now Yun Shuqian was willing to get up, like a little girl coquettishly wanting to be hugged, after Song Jiamu supported the bed and lowered her head, she put her arms around his neck, and followed Song Jiamu to hug her When she got up from her waist, she was happily hugged by him.

Song Jiamu sat her on the edge of the bed, and the girl's white and tender calves were dangling in the air.

He understood what she meant, so he took her slippers scattered by the bed and arranged them on the floor in front of her, so that her little feet hanging in mid-air were placed on the slippers, the toes It also swayed happily, obviously very satisfied with Song Jiamu's tacit understanding.

Song Jiamu climbed onto the bed, sat behind her, spread her legs apart and clamped her, and her little hand rested on his knees, and pinched his thigh as punishment for scratching her feet like he did just now.

"Ouch! It hurts! Yun Shuqian, now that you pinched me, we're even."

"You scratched the soles of my feet a total of 130 times, and I only pinched you twice. How can it be evened?"

"Absolutely not that many bets!"

Song Jiamu yelled for grievances, his voice was trembling, and he looked like he was afraid of death.

"I've counted, you don't want to renege on the debt."

Yun Shuqian was very satisfied with his reaction, and the swaying arc of her toes became more joyful. She supported his knees with her small hands, and tilted her head thinking: "How should I punish you, Song Jiamu, What are you most afraid of?"

"I'm most afraid that the president of Yunda will press me against the wall and kiss me."

Song Jiamu said in fear, while brushing up her wet hair, gently combing with his ten fingers apart, from the scalp to the neck with his fingers, his hair-drying skills are getting better and better, every time after washing Asking him to help dry his hair is something Yun Shuqian enjoys very much.

"Don't try to take advantage of me. If you dare to say it, it must be something you like very much."

Yun Shuqian, who was as smart as a monkey, was not so easy to be fooled by him, so she raised her voice with malicious intentions, and complained in a mother-in-law's voice: "Song Zhutou, I didn't expect you to like being held down, It seems that you are really weird!"

"We are the same, so don't talk about me."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You are gentle and beautiful, kind and generous, and I am handsome, honest and honest."

"Song Jiamu, I know what you are most afraid of."

"I do not know how?"

Song Jiamu turned on the hair dryer, tested the temperature with his hands, and with the help of nimble fingers, started to dry her hair from the scalp. Whenever his fingers gently stroked the scalp, the girl would comfortably close her eyes.

"You are most afraid of losing face!" Yun Shuqian affirmed.

"I have such a thick skin, but nothing can make me lose face." Song Jiamu said to himself, after all, he was a man who could keep calm just after Yun Shuqian broke into the bathroom.

"Then if I can make you feel ashamed with such a thick skin, I've succeeded in insulting you this time!" Yun Shuqian opened her eyes with an excited look on her face.

Looking at her expression, there seemed to be some teasing in her eyes, as if she would be very excited and happy when something bad happened.

Song Jiamu felt guilty again, how could Yun Chongchong be restless, but he didn't know what she wanted to do, which made him feel very nervous.

"Miss Yun, President Yun, why don't we play like this? Just pinch me, here, I'll pinch you here, you pinch with the greatest strength, and I won't say a word!"

Song Jiamu stretched out his hand and turned his arm, so that the wrinkled skin on the elbow was exposed in front of her eyes.

"No sincerity!"

Yun Shuqian felt that she was smarter. She didn't know that the wrinkled skin on her elbow would not hurt no matter how she pinched it.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Song Jiamu feels that Yun Shuqian is becoming more and more charming, maybe it's the hormones of love that promote her changes, her skin is more delicate and moist than before, and her figure is more exquisite than before Delicate.

It is actually a very exciting thing to blow Yun Shuqian's hair, her hair fragrance and body fragrance are close at hand.

The girl's body was lightly wrapped in loose pajamas, white and tender legs stretched out from the home shorts like peeled bamboo shoots, and the loose cuffs softly covered the white jade-like skin of her thighs, exuding The unique vitality and charm of a young girl, the shadow formed between the cuff of the trousers and the skin of the thigh always makes people feel that there is some mysterious scenery in the shadow.

Yun Shuqian lifted up the hem of her trousers with her fingers and lifted it up maliciously, looked up at Song Jiamu's reaction behind her in the mirror, seeing him staring at him unblinkingly, she immediately held her hand in a ladylike manner Putting it on her thigh, blocking the large expanse of fair skin, she saw Song Jiamu look away in frustration from the reflection of the mirror.

whee.

Occasionally playing tricks makes Yun Shuqian feel that it is very fun, and he is going to punish him!
After her hair was dried, Song Jiamu put the hair dryer aside, sat in front again, and stretched out her arms to hold her in his arms.

Yun Shuqian leaned on him comfortably, she closed her eyes and raised her chin, Song Jiamu also closed her eyes, lowered her head, and pressed her lips to it.

He gently held her pair of small hands, together with her small hands, pressed on her lower abdomen. The girl's waist was extremely slender, with the unique length of oriental women.

This kind of sweet time basically lasted for a while after blowing their hair every day, and the two were bickering without words.

The little cat lying on the bedside table yawned, stretched out its little paws, and turned off the light with a snap.

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian, who had their eyes closed, could also feel the change in the light. They were stunned for a while, but they still didn't open their eyes.

It wasn't until the mobile phone at the bedside rang that the two of them opened their eyes in a hurry, as if they were woken up by an alarm clock in a dream.

"Whose phone?" Yun Shuqian was a little dizzy.

"Your! Your mother is calling!" Song Jiamu crawled over, turned on the light, unplugged the phone charging cable, and handed her her phone.

It was a WeChat call, and it turned out to be my mother. Yun Shuqian, who had done something bad just now, immediately became nervous, her face flushed slightly, and her palms were sweating. Dead'.

"Hello? Mom."

"Qianqian, are you home yet?"

"Yeah, I'll be back after nine o'clock, and we'll go swimming after eating Western food."

"You can't swim, can you?"

"I asked Song Jiamu to teach me, Mom, let me tell you, I can float on the water now, and I plan to learn to swim this summer!"

"That's good. If you are alone, don't go to play in the water, you know. If you learn to swim, let Jiamu take you. Are you still with Jiamu now?"

"No, no, after I come back, I will go home, and he will go back too. Uncle Song and the others have gone back to the countryside, and he will be at home alone during the holidays."

While she was talking, Song Jiamu was observing her. The girl's little hands were gripping the quilt nervously, and her little feet didn't move.

Sometimes Song Jiamu would try to play tricks and yell, "Auntie, I'm here!" '

But it was predictable that if he yelled like this, the firefighters would probably go to Anjiang to retrieve his body tomorrow.

Yun Shuqian didn't turn on the loudspeaker, and Song Jiamu couldn't quite hear what Aunt Xu was talking to her, but through her expression and reply, she could figure out the general idea.

"Qianqian, how are you and Jiamu getting along now?" the old mother lowered her voice, asked cautiously, with excitement and gossip.

"mom……!"

Yun Shuqian's face turned even redder, and she elongated her voice coquettishly, "It's, it's okay."

"Mom told you, Jiamu must be interested in you. Generally, boys don't easily post photos to Moments. You have to take good care of it, and take the initiative..."

"mom……!"

"Okay, okay, mom is just afraid that you haven't been in a relationship before, and you don't understand these things, just know it in your heart, anyway, mom supports it, have you taken a bath yet?"

"Washed, ready to go to bed."

"Remember to lock the door. Girls should pay more attention to safety when they are alone at home. Jiamu is close. Mom and Dad usually can't take care of you. If you have something to do, you can find him more. Don't be afraid to trouble others. Jiamu..."

"Mom, my phone is almost out of battery, so let's do this first, bye~!"

Yun Shu hung up the phone with a red face, and continued to plug in the phone with 100% battery to charge.

Song Jiamu leaned over excitedly with a gossiping face.

"Yun Shuqian, did your mother let us live together?"

"……No!"

Yun Shuqian didn't tell him, and now he dared to go too far. If he knew that her parents supported her, wouldn't he want to let himself go?
"I heard it all!"

"Go to hell!"

Yun Shuqian ran into the bathroom, Song Jiamu also ran in, and they washed their feet together.

When she came out, Yun Shuqian was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Song Jiamu pulled her leg over his, and took a towel to help her dry the water stains on her little feet.

"Song Jiamu." Yun Shuqian supported the bed with both hands, moved her toes, and raised her eyes to look at him.

"Huh?" Song Jiamu didn't scratch her soles anymore, he rubbed his hands very hot, wrapped her delicate little feet, and rubbed them to relax her.

"When do you want to tell them about us?"

"If you want, I can call your mother right now."

Song Jiamu raised her little foot and kissed her smooth and tender instep, "I've been thinking about this question before, but what I'm saying now, I feel a little less confident. I plan to wait until next month When the manuscript fee comes out, I will tell my parents."

Men's confidence is mostly like this, age or something, in fact, Song Jiamu doesn't care much, but Yun Shuqian has never suffered since childhood, so he can't be a student with no life skills, and let Uncle Yun and the others put his face down. Let the girl marry him, at least when he is studying, he can have a good income, which can also prove that he has the ability to provide Yun Shuqian with good living conditions in the future, such confidence is still needed.

Writing books, taking postgraduate entrance examinations, working, etc. used to be very distant things for Song Jiamu, but now he has a clear plan. People always have to go through something before they know what they want most. Work relentlessly on this.

"Think about it, once you say it, you can't go back on your word!"

"Since the two of us are rushing to get married, it doesn't matter when we say it. Yun Shuqian, I will marry you. Every day then, my clothes and yours will be entangled in the washing machine, and I will witness it every year. The birth of our little baby, do you like boys or girls?"

Yun Shuqian looked into his eyes, she opened her mouth, and wanted to say 'girl', but couldn't speak out, so the words turned pink and climbed onto her face, with a smile on her face. A shyness with a throbbing heart, soft sweetness condensed in her eyes.

"Shameless. Song Zhutou!"

Song Jiamu said it so seriously that she was shy all over the place. Like a frightened deer, she pulled her leg out of his arms, and by rolling over, she released the feeling of being so happy that she wanted to roll, and she rolled into it. Inside the bed, lift up the quilt and wrap yourself tightly inside.

"Turn off the lights every year."

The girl hiding under the quilt heard his voice from outside the quilt.

It's a pity that the little kitten has already turned off the lights once, and it can only turn off the lights once a day every year, and it won't do anything after turning off the lights again.

The little kitten, who has always been alert, didn't seem to hear it, and slept beside Song Jiamu's pillow without moving.

Song Jiamu had no choice but to support himself and come over to turn off the light.

There is no night light in his room. After the light is turned off, there is only a slight white light from the curtains, and the air conditioner shows 23 degrees of light.

After the line of sight adapted to the dimness, the light became obvious enough to see the outline of the room clearly.

One bed, two quilts, two pillows.

Song Jiamu moved his body, through the quilt, and pressed on top of the quilt girl.

With a weight of 150 jin, Yun Shuqian was so heavy that he couldn't move, but he was extraordinarily solid and satisfied.

Song Jiamu hooked the edge of her quilt with his fingers, and pulled the quilt down from her head, and the silhouette of the girl appeared in the dimness like a flower being peeled off.

She was lying on her back, a small face was slowly revealed, her big eyes also looked wet in the dark, delicate little nose, cute little mouth, slightly baby-fat face, scattered pillows hair strands.

Song Jiamu admired her as if appreciating a work of art.

"Have you seen enough..."

"It's Yun Shuqian, it's Yun Shuqian, she's in my room, on my bed!"

"It's so heavy, you...! Go away, you bastard..."

"Yun Shuqian, I love you so much, I want to do to you what spring does to cherry trees!"

"What has spring done to the cherry trees?"

"Bloom and bear fruit."

"You finished Song Jiamu, and you insulted me again."

Yun Shuqian pushed him, and Song Jiamu had no choice but to turn over and let her manipulate him. He was lying on his side with his back to her, and she was wrapped around him like a koala through the blanket.

"Song Jiamu."

"Ok?"

"May I put my hand on your stomach."

"... Let it go."

The girl giggled, then slipped her little hand in from under the quilt and placed it on his stomach.

He slept shirtless, and her hands stroked his abdominal muscles, then fell to his chest muscles, and then stayed at his heart.

"Do you want to put your legs in?" Song Jiamu asked.

"Do you want to use my legs..."

"I do not have!"

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

Yun Shu snorted lightly, rolled her big eyes, and then she got out of her quilt, and tucked her legs into his quilt.

While the skin was rubbing against each other, there was a charming feeling. Song Jiamu lay on his side and spread his legs apart. Yun Shuqian tacitly embed the little white leg inside and let him hold it.

"Song Jiamu, your heartbeat is getting faster." Yun Shuqian made a simple voice, and then moved her legs quietly.

"...Who do you think caused this?" Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled.

"useless."

Yun Shuqian closed her eyes, but the corners of her mouth couldn't hide the proud curve.

With his hands and feet under his quilt, and the air conditioner turned on again, Yun Shuqian felt the cold, and simply moved like a little maggot again, squeezing herself into his quilt like cotton candy.

Although we slept together under the same quilt at noon, it was still different at night, especially now that the lights were turned off.

She secretly raised her eyes to look at Song Jiamu, he seemed to be in a daze, his body was motionless, but his heart was beating fast.

Hmph, I just want to hug him tightly. Now I can't share the quilt with her. She wants to smell his smell, feel his heartbeat, sleep in his warm embrace, and insult him severely.

"Song Jiamu, you lie on your back."

"Oh……"

Song Jiamu turned over and lay flat on his back. The girl was close to his back. When he turned over, he held her down, but she, who was as soft as cotton candy, moved and came out from behind him. .

Yun Shuqian took one of his arms and put it on her back, and then she rested on his arm, her delicate body clinging to his embrace, and her legs were also wrapped around his belly, wicked dawdling.

In the dimly lit room, the air conditioner was blowing a cool breeze softly, and the time ticked by.

Song Jiamu closed his eyes, and Yun Shuqian also closed his eyes, with his arms around his neck. The two of them seemed to be sleeping peacefully while hugging each other, but the quilt was moving slightly.

"The clouds are sparse..."

Song Jiamu's voice was a little hoarse. He called her name and looked at her begging for mercy, but his hands couldn't help but hug her tighter.

"Do you still dare to bully me?"

"Don't dare!"

"I think you have no attitude of admitting your mistakes at all."

"real!"

Seeing Song Jiamu begging for mercy like this, Yun Shuqian stepped up even more, she had a wicked smile on her face, sure enough Song Jiamu was about to be tormented by her.

Song Jiamu tensed his body, and he let out a melancholy sigh in the darkness, and the strength of hugging her gradually relaxed.

Yun Shuqian was stunned.

Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled, and he looked at the ceiling.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

In the dark, even Song Jiamu's cheeky face was blushing now.

Yun Shuqian finally obediently stopped her legs and her little face started to feel hot. With a sound of ah, she ran back into her quilt as if fleeing, and wrapped herself into a snail again.

Song Jiamu hesitated to speak, then stopped, got up in embarrassment, opened the closet, and then went to the bathroom. After a while, there was the sound of water.

The girl who committed the crime hid in the bed, not daring to breathe, her big eyes were wide open, and her pupils trembled.

Woo!
It's over, it's over, this is a terrible insult to Song Zhutou!He will have revenge!
Fortunately, the thing that scared the girl didn't happen for the time being. Like a saint, Song Jiamu came out of the bathroom after changing clothes, lay down on the bed, got into her bed again, and hugged her tenderly.

Feeling guilty, Yun Shuqian didn't dare to move, just like an ostrich, blushing and shyly buried her head in his chest, as if nothing happened.

"Song Jiamu..."

"Ok?"

"Let's, let's get even, no one is allowed to do this again in the future."

Yun Shuqian was more cute than ever, curled up in his arms, clenched her fists like a baby, and her voice was extremely gentle.

It's a pity that Song Jiamu's voice rang in her ears like a demon:

"No."

"..."

For the first time, the reserved girl feels melancholy about her future life.

(End of this chapter)