Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 101 Let's go back to back (please subscribe)

In mid-April, the temperature dropped again. Fortunately, the temperature drop did not last long. After only three to five days, the weather returned to clear.

It will be cooler at night, and the temperature during the day is generally above 25 degrees.

In class, Yun Shuqian no longer needed to wear a thick coat, but changed into a light spring suit.

It seems that she has noticed the changes in the slow alternation of spring and summer for the first time after growing up.

I get up early in the morning to make soy milk, brush my teeth on the balcony and look at the entrance of the community in a daze, watching the spring onions and coriander in the flower pot grow taller and taller, and I feel very comfortable and comfortable.

Today is the NO.20 of April, counting on your fingers, since Song Jiamu said that he would reconcile with her and take action, it has been almost a month.

Yun Shuqian has also gradually adapted to the new way of getting along with the two of them. She no longer needs to deliberately avoid him, and no longer needs to deliberately find fault with him. Although she still beats him every day, it seems that the two of them have not quarreled for a long time. It has been a long time. Long time no see.

When I wake up every day, there are steamed stuffed buns, sandwiches, fried dough sticks, small cakes, bread, egg pancakes, millet porridge, and noodle soup to eat. There is also a hard-working vice president who is not very competent as a subordinate, and also works part-time as a driver who picks her up from school. , Day after day like this, Yun Shuqian felt that she was about to be corroded by her new life.

Well, Yun Shuqian admits that Song Jiamu is actually not annoying, and occasionally he is quite likable.

But since she said that day, 'If you ask me if you want to go to school together, I'll kill you', he really didn't ask any more!Not once!

It’s fine if you don’t ask, but he is still the same as at the beginning. Whenever he meets her who is crowded with the bus on the way to school, Song Zhutou will whistle, stop with her leisurely, and then overtake her with a whistling .

This made Yun Shuqian very depressed. He didn't ask her, but she was too embarrassed to say, "Song Jiamu, please take me to school", but she was seduced by him again, and she wanted to speak several times. Stop, stop talking and want to, almost broke the defense.

In addition to these, Niannian has gained a lot of weight, and of course her new book is almost finished.

Everything seems to be going well, it feels very comfortable, such a good day.

After eating with Yuan Caiyi at noon, Yun Shuqian sent a message in the group.

Yunzhu Po: "@All Members, have a meeting in the small gazebo in 10 minutes."

Song Zhutou: "10 minutes is too long, 5 minutes."

Yun Shuqian ignored him, she knew this guy was in the gazebo, otherwise he would never have talked for 5 minutes.

After fetching a pot of water in the cafeteria, Yun Shuqian walked quickly to the gazebo.

This place has become the daily meeting base of the web agency, and Yun Shuqian doesn't have meetings very often. Song Jiamu will sleep here when the weather is good. If she has nothing to do, it will look weird to come here.

Walking along the path, I saw Song Zhutou in the gazebo from a distance.

This guy really regarded this gazebo as his own, and he didn't care about his image at all. He lay down on the bench, an open book covered his face, and he took off his shoes. He was wearing gray socks. Leaning on the back of the bench with bent legs, part of the afternoon sun shone on him, and he slept very comfortably.

"Cough cough!"

"..."

"Meeting!"

"..."

Seeing that he was still pretending to be asleep, Yun Shuqian removed the book that was covering his face, stretched out his fingers to pinch his face.

"Hey... let go let go!"

Song Jiamu didn't dare to pretend to be asleep anymore, so he quickly got up.

Not to mention, among boys, this guy's skin is really good. Yun Shuqian pinched his face, and after pinching his fingers, his fingers would not feel greasy, very refreshing and clean.

"What kind of meeting is there at noon? It's just the two of us in the club. If something happens, I can just say no to my room at night."

"That's too informal, feet." She patted his feet.

Song Jiamu retracted his legs, Yun Shuqian sat down on the other end of the bench, and took out his laptop with dignity.

"Shouldn't you sleep first?"

"No."

"Shall we go back to back?"

"...It's a meeting now, do you think I'm looking for you on a date?"

"You can also hold meetings back to back. The back of this bench is very uncomfortable. Just try it and you'll know."

"...how?" Yun Shuqian was a little moved.

Song Jiamu seems to be born with the ability to seduce people, she is the one who wants to fight, and he is the one who wants to enjoy in his spare time.

"Well, you take off your shoes."

Song Jiamu squatted down after speaking, and was about to untie her shoelaces.

The action is very fast, I can't wait.

By the time Yun Shuqian realized it, he had already taken her shoes off, revealing the girl's little white socks.

"Oh, what are you doing, you don't need to take it off!"

"Hey, it stinks." Song Jiamu couldn't eat grapes, so he started talking about sour grapes.

"...My feet stink?!" No girl can tolerate boys saying that her feet are stinky. She loves cleanliness very much. Her feet are white and tender, and her white socks are super clean every day. Her shoes have just been washed.

Yun Shuqian almost jumped up in embarrassment, as soon as she took off her shoes, her feet in white socks kicked him, and even wanted to stuff it in his mouth.

"I just want to stink you to death, stink you to death!"

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble..."

Thinking of how this guy rode his scooter when he went to school this morning, and now that he said she stinks, the girl's little grievances finally found a reason to vent.

The feet in white socks kicked his knees, stomped on his chest, and then wanted to raise it a little higher and stuff it in his mouth.

Disclaimer in advance, this is not knowing what he likes and pampering him.

It wasn't until his feet were hugged by him that Yun Shuqian became honest.

"Are you still kicking? Be careful, I will take off your socks, and then I will scratch the soles of your feet with a wicker."

"How dare you... let go!"

She looked around for the first time, but fortunately there was no one else, so she quickly put her feet back, her cheeks flushed, her delicate lips were pursed, and a pair of beautiful big eyes stared at him slantingly. , Try to roll your eyes more.

It wasn't until Song Jiamu returned to the bench to sit down that she quickly kicked his ass again, as if whoever could attack again in the final stage would win the final victory.

Song Jiamu didn't fight back, and she felt that she had finally won as she wished, so her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth curled up, like a successful little fox, and she snorted: "You stink!"

"..."

Song Jiamu was very angry and funny. He remembered a clip in "Kung Fu", even if he was beaten to the floor, he would raise a small stick and hit Huoyun evil god on the head.

In fact, her feet are not smelly at all, and even because of their cuteness, they make people feel fragrant from the heart.

Song Jiamu leaned towards her, Yun Shuqian thought that he was going to fight back again, and immediately put on an offensive posture, even if she didn't have the upper hand when she really got into a fight with him, she didn't think about running away.

It seemed that the gazebo was surrounded by barriers, trapping her here, even if she was going to be bullied to death by him, she didn't want to run away.

"Come on, back to back, very comfortable!"

"I don't want it, who will be back to back with you."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"……how to do?"

"Learn from me."

Song Jiamu turned his back to her, put his feet on the bench in socks, bent his legs, and hugged his knees with his hands.

Perhaps because the bench was not long enough, and he was taller, when he sat with his back to her, he took up nearly two-thirds of the seat.

Yun Shuqian also imitated him, turned her back to him, raised her feet in white socks and stepped flat on the bench, her legs were bent, and her hands hugged her knees.

The two of them moved a little closer, and then the most curved part of their waists touched each other.

An indescribable feeling emerged from the bottom of their hearts, and the two of them relaxed a little more, so the area of ​​contact between their backs continued to increase.

Until the back is completely attached, there is a feeling of being filled by the other party.

The girl's body was slender and soft, and Song Jiamu only felt as if she was leaning on the softest sofa. She was small, light and boneless, like a ball of cotton, and like a real cloud.

And Yun Shuqian's feeling is even more obvious. His back is strong and thick, and it doesn't hurt like a stone or a wooden board. It is hard but soft, and it also comes with heating. It feels warm and full of elasticity. , allowing her to lean back boldly with confidence, full of a sense of security.

"How do you feel? Didn't lie to you, isn't it very comfortable?"

"One, general."

Yun Shuqian was so comfortable that she hummed. The stone chair was cool, but her back was hot. Could it be that there is a world of ice and fire?

"Then try the next step."

"What next step? Isn't that enough."

Hearing that there was still a next step, Yun Shuqian, who had already felt comfortable, became excited again.

"The next step is called head therapy, where you lean your head back as far as you can, and then we put the back of our heads against each other."

"Is that so?"

The two leaned their heads back at the same time, and she seemed a little impatient, so she bumped into his head with a bang.

"Ugh..."

The girl was about to burst into tears, making a sound like a puppy, holding her head in pain.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be in pain at all, she turned around and patted him: "You're going to die, why is your head so hard!"

"Slow down, you bumped into it yourself, let's try again."

With the lesson just now, Yun Shuqian slowed down.

"Relax, close your eyes, and feel with your heart."

The backs of the two were tightly pressed together again, and her head slowly tilted back, and soon touched the back of Song Jiamu's head.

As if the distance of the soul was shortened to the extreme, at that moment, goosebumps appeared on Yun Shuqian's arms, and a certain electric shock-like feeling flowed from her head to her neck, heart, and then to her toes, and her lovely toes curled up Woke up.

Because of their different heights, her head was lower than Song Jiamu's, so they staggered a little tacitly, she rested on the side of the back of his neck, and Song Jiamu gently rubbed the top of her head with the back of his head.

Close her eyes, the afternoon sun shines through her eyelids, it is warm and red, she can hear the sound of two people's hair rubbing lightly, gradually blurring her eyes, as if the soul has been extracted, it is really about how to enjoy it, Song Jiamu can be called an expert.

Song Jiamu raised his head back, and gently rubbed against her like a cat, and she responded like a cat, the girl's soft hair was scattered on his neck, smooth and fragrant, he could pass through the back He could feel her heartbeat on his back, which was as fast as his, thumping.

"How does it feel?"

"Hmm~"

The girl was speechless.

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