Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 233 You Will Die If You Don’t Marry Me

To be honest, after getting rid of those messy thoughts, Song Jiamu can also experience the beauty of pure white happiness when sleeping with the girl he likes.

Although this kind of innocence only lasted for a while for the 20-year-old him, at least it wasn't as painful as before.

The two of them slept together under the same quilt, with her back facing him and clinging to his arms, Song Jiamu's arm came from her armpit, holding her soft and tender hand, Yun Shuqian's lovely breaths When the blow came to the back of his hand, he couldn't help but squeeze her tightly into his arms, and buried his head in the back of her neck.

"Ah, you're pressing my hair!"

"……sorry."

"Why is it still like this?"

After sleeping for a while, Yun Shu opened her eyes with a blushing face, and couldn't help asking.

"Because I can't control my liking for you."

"Turn around to sleep, turn around..."

Yun Shuqian refused to sleep with his back turned to him anymore. People always have to grow up to understand a lot of truths, stabbing people in the back is not just a knife.

Song Jiamu just turned around as if just now, and Yun Shuqian was relieved, her delicate arms came from his armpit to hug him tightly, not allowing him to move around, those naughty little white Legs, they are very honest now, curling up in their place obediently.

The two grew up together as childhood sweethearts. At the age of 20, they hid from their parents and slept together in the same bed as they did when they were young, and then they were so shameless. Thinking about it was like a dream.

She covered Song Jiamu's heart with her little hand, feeling his heartbeat, Yun Shuqian understood that this was not a dream.

She is really with Song Jiamu, like the promise they made when they were young, maybe in the near future, they will get engaged and get married, and then she will give him a baby, and the two of them will spend a lifetime together.

When they were young, they thought that the best people in the world would be together for a lifetime. Although they have experienced many twists and turns, now she and Song Jiamu are working hard again to prove this proposition to the world.

The love for him is like stars falling on the bottom of the sea and blooming into corals, or like the evening wind embracing the moon, and waves kissing the reefs. It has been 15 years, and it will be No. 16 years soon, spanning her entire life. Looking back on the whole childhood and youth now, there is a kind of dreamlike fascination and heartbeat.

Yun Shuqian rubbed his smooth forehead against his back, took a deep breath comfortably, and let it out long, her voice was also soft and thin.

"Good night, Zhutou Song, I like you."

Song Jiamu also closed his eyes, squeezed her little hand, kissed the back of her hand, and then put it back where his heart was. He still held her hand.

"Good night, Yunzhu Po, I like you too."

In the night outside the window, the pattering rain was still falling, the air conditioner was blowing a cool breeze silently, the vice president held the small hand of the president, the palm was warm, the president fell asleep quietly, and soon the vice president Also fell asleep.

The animal kitten next to the pillow also purred.

……

It rained all day yesterday, and on the second day of the holiday, the weather finally got a lot better.

"No, it's 07:30, I can't lie down anymore!"

The mission of running is calling, and Song Jiamu feels like ants are crawling all over his body. Wouldn't it be a waste of life to lie on the bed if he doesn't go out for a run in such good weather!
"Lie down for a while..."

Yun Chongchong looked lazy, she nestled behind Song Jiamu's whole body, holding his waist tightly with a pair of small hands, not letting him go.

Even if she has a plan every day, she can't resist staying in bed, not to mention staying in bed at this moment is also part of her plan.

Waking up warmly in a quilt, and pressing him to prevent him from leaving, this made the girl feel happy. Although she slept together before, it was only two quilts, and every time she opened her eyes, Song Jiamu had already run away without a trace, and the sense of loss after waking up was completely incomparable with the satisfaction he felt now.

Song Jiamu couldn't leave, so he simply turned over and pressed against her, lifted her bangs, leaned over and pressed his lips against her.

Yun Shuqian took advantage of the situation and stretched her arms, wrapped them around Song Jiamu's neck, kicked off the annoying quilt, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

The girl pulled back the quilt again to cover her large white waist exposed by the hem of the T-shirt slipping up. She closed her eyes, as if she had held her breath in the water for a long time, and took a long, long breath. , and then spit it out slowly, a small face also blushed layer by layer, such a morning is already satisfied.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

With his back turned to her, Song Jiamu changed into his sports shorts in front of her, and picked up a sports vest to put on.

"There are vegetables in the fridge, I'll cook some noodles later, and, Song Jiamu, your underpants are so ugly! I don't like the color!"

"Isn't this dark gray pretty good too?"

"Looks so old! Like a rag."

"What color is yours?"

"...you can ask that?"

"Then why don't you help me buy my underpants, you can buy whatever color you like, and then I will wear the underpants you bought for me every day."

Yun Shuqian rolled her big eyes, then asked softly, "Then what size do you wear..."

"2XL, it may be different in different stores, anyway, you can buy it according to the height of 183 and the weight of 154 catties."

Yun Shuqian nodded, and Song Jiamu went out for a run.

Having said that, this was the first time she stayed in his house alone. Even when she was a child, she was either with him, or all her uncles and aunts were at home. It was strange to stay alone in his house like this.

The girl rolled on his bed, gathered the quilt into a long strip and hugged it, took out her mobile phone and opened the shopping software, and the little cat ran over curiously, watching her play with her mobile phone together.

Niannian loves to watch TV and mobile phones. The girl and the cat look at the screen together. After searching and filtering, there are already a variety of underpants.

Yun Shuqian didn't know what to buy for him, he likes to wear boxer, and girls rarely wear boxer.

The title of a couple's item caught her attention.

That's not bad, anyway, Caiyi must be dressed like her boyfriend, after all, when we went shopping together last time, she helped buy it.

Yun Shuqian excitedly chose five, namely misty blue, light green, light blue purple, white, and cherry pink.

The men's is boxy and the women's is triangular, but the colors are the same, and the edge color and pattern are the same.

It should be a great thing to wear such a couple style with him, the girl feels a little shy when she thinks about it.

In short, the reserved girl will not tell him that she bought couple models, and then let him wear fog blue on Monday and light green on Tuesday... Then she will also wear the same color, and on a certain day, he will be shameless When she took off her pants, Song Zhutou must have been shocked to see the exact same color.

Thinking about what happened last night again, it seems that Song Zhutou really has a special liking for her legs, just as the shopping software pushed some cute socks, Yun Shuqian secretly bought some silk stockings, complicated jacquard and fine lace, There are knee socks, calf socks, black and white.

I used to sneak through my mother's stockings before, and Yun Shuqian also understands why boys are so fond of this kind of socks, because they are really silky, they wrap the girl's legs tightly, and they try their best to make them more embellished. The graceful posture of the leg lines is haunting.

Hmph, if Song Jiamu dared not listen to her, she would definitely tie him to a chair and insult him too much!
Picking clothes must be the same!
Only then did Yun Shuqian feel relieved, put the phone aside, and while Song Jiamu was not at home, she changed clothes in his room.

After changing clothes, he went to the bathroom, picked up the toothbrush she brought, and squeezed his toothpaste to brush his teeth.

After brushing her teeth, she wiped her face with his towel. After wiping her face, she remembered that Song Jiamu had used his own towel to wipe her feet, and now she was using this towel to wipe her face again. Oh no.

……

After washing, Yun Shuqian took out the entangled clothes from the washing machine, and dried them together on the balcony.

The breeze blew gently, and the clothes fluttered in the wind. After the rain stopped, the sky outside was clean and bright. She took a deep breath and stretched comfortably.

I'm not worried about my uncle and aunt coming back suddenly. Song Jiamu only called his mother last night, and he probably won't leave the country until tomorrow.

Nian Nian was a little sad, because the balcony was wet by the rain, and there was nowhere for it to bask in the sun. The little cat stood in the dry place on the side of the balcony door, looking for a place to stay.

While the virtuous housekeeper was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, Song Jiamu, who was sweating profusely from a run, came back with a package in his arms.

"What is that?" Yun Shuqian asked curiously.

"Obviously, this is a courier!"

"Please don't talk nonsense."

"Projector."

"projector?"

Yun Shuqian became interested, put her face on the table, and came over curiously.

Song Jiamu sat cross-legged on the floor and tore open the courier bag. It was a style without a curtain, and the projector was not too big. It happened that his room had a big white wall, which was good for watching movies or something.

"How is it? Is it on?" Song Jiamu researched it, turned on the projector, and shone the light on her face.

"Oh, put it away, it's not a flashlight." Yun Shuqian was speechless, as expected Song Zhutou was the most naive, like playing with a luminous watch when she was a child, and asked her if it was on?

"I'll put this on the side of my bed, and then project it onto the white wall at the end of the bed. Then we can lean on the bed and watch movies together. Isn't it great?"

"What about the audio?"

"Use the stereo on my computer."

Hearing what he said, Yun Shuqian also found it very interesting. She was keen to arrange a small space with him that belonged to her and him, just like arranging their secret base when they were young.

Everyone has a childhood, but not everyone has a childhood sweetheart, and a common secret base with the childhood sweetheart.

"I'll do it later, you have to take a shower and have breakfast, it stinks!"

"Good good."

……

After breakfast, the two began to code as usual. At noon, Yun Shuqian started cooking, and after the meal, Song Jiamu was in charge of washing the dishes.

The watermelon I bought that night was not eaten yet. Song Jiamu took it out, washed it, and cut it in half. One person could eat half of it but couldn't finish it. It was just right for two people to eat half. Yun Shuqian took out two spoons and dug it together with him. Eating watermelon, he would feed her a mouthful from time to time, and then she would also feed him a mouthful. When feeding watermelon, the two used their mouths to transfer the watermelon meat and watermelon juice into each other's mouth.

Compared with the play house of childhood, such days seem more real and satisfying.

"Watching a movie, watching a movie!"

Song Jiamu came in with a bag of potato chips. He closed the door, drew the curtains, and turned on the projector, and a picture appeared on the white wall of the room.

The kitten was stunned, and jumped onto the bed curiously, looking at the movie screen on the white wall. After all, it was just a stupid kitten, and couldn't figure out why there was a picture on the wall.

After Song Jiamu turned off the light, the light from the projector attracted the little cat's attention.

"Meow wow?"

Niannian jumped onto the head of the bed and fiddled with the projector with his little claws. The light trembled, and the movie screen on the white wall also trembled. The claws became the big claws of the devouring beast.

"Don't make trouble every year."

Yun Shuqian took Niannian down, and she climbed onto the bed, pulled the quilt up to cover her legs, leaned against the backrest of the bed, her feet dangling, and watched the movie.

"It's quite clear! How much did you pay for it?"

"More than 600."

"Not as clear as a movie theater though."

"That's for sure, the screen cloth in the movie theater costs more than [-] yuan!"

"So expensive?!"

Yun Shuqian was stunned. As a girl, she doesn’t really know the prices of these common things. For example, how much is the average cost of a kilometer of expressway? It's an astronomical figure in comparison.

"Song Jiamu, if you look at it this way, the money we both earn for a lifetime won't be enough to build a one-kilometer highway."

Yun Shuqian turned off the search interface, convinced that she had underestimated the cost, but most people would not have guessed it, because she sent a message to Yuan Caiyi, asking her, "Do you know the average cost per kilometer of a highway?" Yuan Caiyi said, "It must be at least a few hundred thousand." When she saw the news about Caiyi, she felt relieved.

"The money the two of us have earned in our lifetime is enough to buy a house. Then our bedroom will be very big, and we will put a crib next to our bed."

As Song Jiamu said, he also climbed onto the bed and got into her back. He spread his legs, hugged her, and let her lean into his arms.

"My father and mother still have two suites, but they are all rough and unfurnished." Yun Shu leaned softly in his arms, with her head resting on his chest, and she also spread her legs apart, laying them on Song Jiamu's sides legs, and then pull up the quilt to cover their legs.

"My dad and mom also bought a suite, which is near our junior high school, but they didn't tell me, I overheard it that day!"

The two of them were like a young couple, whispering secretly in the room.

"Really? Then, does that uncle and aunt want to move?"

Yun Shuqian thought of this immediately, and her face became tense. If Song Jiamu moved away, she would be depressed to death.

The two grew up together, and the fact that they lived together was already deeply ingrained. When she thought that he was going to move away, the girl felt as if she lost something together.

"I don't know, they didn't tell me, and they don't know whether it's for rent or investment. Even if I move, I won't leave. I'll just live here."

"You, you promise."

"I swear! I, Song Jiamu, will always be by your side forever!"

Hearing what Song Jiamu said, Yun Shuqian felt relieved. Like a reward, she took his hand and let his palm fall on her belly.

Song Jiamu touched her belly tenderly, put his face close, and whispered in her ear: "Here, I will have my little baby in the future."

The girl couldn't bear his words the most, she immediately became limp, rubbed against his arms a few times, and clapped his hand shyly.

Song Jiamu stretched his hand in from the hem of her clothes, landed on her belly, and held it gently like this.

His palm was very hot, and her belly was flat and beautiful. Yun Shuqian felt like a kitten when he touched her belly like this, and her little face turned red a little bit.

"Do you want some potato chips?"

Song Jiamu had one hand free to hold potato chips. The movie had already started for more than ten minutes, but neither of them had started watching it yet. The one who watched it most seriously was Nian Nian lying on the bedside.

"No, crumbs will fall all over the bed in a while."

Yun Shuqian looked at the projection on the white wall, her face was flushed, she seemed to be watching a movie seriously, but her mind was on Song Jiamu's hand on her belly.

He hid the TV remote control behind her again, and he didn't listen to him when he said it many times, and Yun Shuqian got used to it, and even imagined pulling out the batteries of the TV remote control like last night.

"Yun Shuqian, haven't we gone to the cinema to watch a movie together for many years?"

"The movie theater is not as good as home."

Song Jiamu thought about it for a while, and besides the ticket price, the movie theater is full of cameras, so it's better to watch it at home.

The sound of rain came from the window, the room with the lights turned off became darker, and the movie screen of the projector became very clear.

Song Jiamu played an old movie, Titanic. To put it bluntly, he thought he was as handsome as Jack.

"Then will you become as fat as Xiao Lizi in the future?" Yun Shuqian turned her head and asked him.

"I don't play with water guns, but if I run every day, I can at least be handsome until I'm 60!" Song Jiamu said confidently.

"When you are 60 years old, I will also be 60 years old, and then I will become very old." Yun Shu was slightly melancholy.

"Then I'm just a perverted old man, and I'm only rascal to you." Song Jiamu moved his face closer, and kissed her at the junction of her ears and neck.

It is a very beautiful and happy thing for the two of them to imagine the future together. After the summer vacation, they will be sophomores, studying, taking postgraduate entrance examinations, graduating, getting married, buying a house, and having children.

The most moving thing in the Titanic is what Jack said to Rose, "Winning the boat ticket is the luckiest thing in my life, let me know you, it's a great honor to know you, a great honor... ...you're going to live on, have lots of kids, watch them grow up, and you'll live out your old age...' It's a pity that Ruth's future is without Jack, and that's the most regrettable thing.

While the movie was playing, Yun Shuqian's body stiffened suddenly, and then her tender ears also began to turn crimson.

Sure enough... Sure enough, Zhutou Song is about to start revenge!

After all, Yun Shuqian was a little bit wrong last night, but for a while, she was so ashamed that she was at a loss for what to do.

The girl pretended to be calm, she turned her face to the side, and wanted to talk to him, but she couldn't say a word.

A strong sense of shame welled up in her heart. She lowered her head and pressed his hand through her clothes. Her hair fell down naturally, covering her little red face.

Song Jiamu felt her heartbeat, immature but powerful, like a frightened deer in the forest.

The deer is so cute and shy, full of youthful vigor, as delicate as snow, as soft as new cotton.

Unable to watch the movie anymore, Yun Shuqian changed her posture and sat on his lap, burying her pretty face, smoldering with embarrassment, into his arms, acting like an ostrich.

"Song Jiamu."

"……Um?"

"If you don't marry me, I will really kill you."

"……Um."

(End of this chapter)