Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 105 Your wife won't be jealous (thanks to the leader of the half-round-faced fat chicken!)
Song Jiamu was thrown out.

Then the kitten was also thrown out.

"I'm going to take a shower!"

"I can cover my ears..."

"roll."

With a bang, the door was closed.

Song Jiamu twisted the doorknob, and the door was locked by her.

It's not like there is no door in the bathroom. He is sitting in the room, so how can he listen to her bathing sound and eat three bowls of rice?

The independent bathroom in the room is relatively small, and the privacy is not as good as the bathroom outside. How can a reserved girl let this 1.8-meter-old man stay in the room and listen to the sound of her taking a bath, and she can even see it through the frosted glass? Some figures she thought were exquisite and graceful.

The door of the room was locked by her, Song Jiamu had no choice but to sit at the dining table with the computer in his arms and type.

Nian Nian was also thrown out because the kitty gave Song Jiamu her underwear. Yun Shuqian felt that Nian Nian had learned from him badly, but Song Jiamu really didn't teach Nian Nian this.

"Meow?"

"Niannian you killed me, how could I like that kind of thing."

"Meow wow."

The little kitten ran briskly again. It ran to the door, and took out her sock rolled into a small ball from inside Yun Shuqian's shoes.

Then he ran back briskly and put the ball of cute socks on Song Jiamu's table.

"...!!"

Song Jiamu immediately turned his head to look at the locked door. If Yun Shuqian found out, it would not be as simple as being thrown out of the room, he would definitely be thrown out of the house.

Fortunately, she took a serious bath in it.

Song Jiamu picked up her socks. Although they were worn, they didn't have any peculiar smell, and they were relatively dry to the touch, which meant that the girl's feet were not sweaty.

"...How could I like this kind of thing, don't hurt me every year!"

Song Jiamu didn't dare to look too much, the socks were rolled into a small ball, he didn't dare to open them, fearing that she would find out if they couldn't be rolled back for a while, so he hurriedly took the socks and stuffed them back into her shoes.

After playing with Niannian for a while with the cat teasing stick, he was tired from running, and the little cat finally stopped being naughty, and got into a shoe box and fell asleep soundly.

Without elders around, Song Jiamu felt much more comfortable in her home than in his own.

I opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of orange juice to drink, and saw soybeans soaked in a measuring cup on the dining table, which should be for making soybean milk tomorrow.

The small table she used to code in the living room was also put away. When the sun is shining during the day, she will move the small table out to code, and usually code in the room at night.

Looking at her home, Song Jiamu imagined what she would do when she was alone at home. This is very helpful before coding and can stimulate imagination.

First imagine her face and figure in his mind, and then put on clothes for her, which are home clothes, of course it is okay to not wear them, but this will make his imagination not detailed enough, after all, he has never seen it.

Then she would trot out of the room timidly, take the socks to wash, and then hang the washed socks and underwear to dry, because she is not high enough, she needs a clothes rail, maybe after drying the underwear, she will take the kettle to give Sprinkle some water with shallots and cilantro...

Song Jiamu just looked at every corner of her house, imagining what she would do in these places, as well as her movements and expressions.

This kind of imagination is actually not difficult. All actions of people are actually traceable. As long as you are familiar with the other party enough, you can even easily use the other party's voice to read this sentence, the tone, intonation, and even Where there is a pause, it can easily come out in your mind.

The brain gradually became active, Song Jiamu opened the codeword software, and typed the title of Chapter 1: Mutations.

Writing also depends on imagination. At the beginning, even for the author himself, the characters and the world are actually very strange, so it is always difficult to write at the beginning, and there are repeated dissatisfaction and revisions.

After writing tens of thousands of words, I gradually become familiar with the characters and the world. This kind of imagination becomes much easier, and the speed of coding will be very fast.

Didn't it mean that the top writer is actually just a recorder, the character has his own life, he just needs to observe and record.

Song Jiamu was far from reaching this level.

The web articles are basically long stories, and all kinds of pits dug in the early stage are everywhere. When it is about to end, the speed of code words will inevitably slow down again.

Song Jiamu has a habit of writing the title first when writing. The title is the outline of the chapter. He wrote the titles of ten chapters in a row, and the story line of the two to thirty thousand characters will be clear.

Half an hour later, he only wrote more than 1 words for Chapter 500, which is difficult at the beginning, difficult in the middle, and difficult at the end.

He stretched, took a sip of orange juice, and checked the time. Yun Shuqian had been taking a bath for 45 minutes.

This is going down the sewer...

Just as she was thinking, the door of her room opened.

The girl’s face was flushed after just taking a bath. The water temperature in the bath is probably very hot. She was wearing home shorts and a loose button-down pajamas, showing her beautiful and fair legs. Her washed hair was wrapped in a towel. She was still steaming.

As May is approaching, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. She doesn't feel cold in shorts. The cute shorts are strapped, and she tied a beautiful bow.

Yun Shuqian held up the white bath towel that wrapped her hair with one hand, and the buttoned pajamas were pulled and slid up for a while, and between the hem of the clothes and the shorts, there was occasionally a white greasy color, and Song Jiamu realized that , her waist is so thin, it is not set off by the loose pajamas, but really thin, but when it reaches the hips, there is a beautiful curve like a flower bud.

Well, even though she is the most familiar guy who grew up with her, Song Jiamu has to admit that Yun Shuqian has attractive capital, she is actually very girly.

The sense of mystery produced by the change of the girl's body is very captivating, like a flower in bud, people can't help but wonder about the mystery in the bud.

Noticing Song Jiamu's gaze, Yun Shuqian's heart beat faster.

She felt a little uncomfortable, but she was also a little happy and proud because of this look.

When she walked past Song Jiamu, she faintly made a voice:

"Humph."

Then he went to the door, took out the socks stuffed in the shoes, and went back to the room.

Not long after, she took the washed socks and underwear and passed by Song Jiamu again, and went to the balcony to dry them.

Song Jiamu looked at her, this action was not much different from what he had imagined, if there was any difference, it would be that she was a bit more provocative when she made such an action.

"Humph."

Yun Shuqian finished watering the shallots and coriander, then snorted next to him, like a resentful pig, she returned to the room and closed the door.

Not long after, the sound of a hairdryer came from the room.

"Niannian, let's go to the room."

Song Jiamu closed the computer, called the cat, and hurried to the door of her room.

I knocked on the door first, and the sound of the hair dryer inside stopped for a while, but there was no other movement, and the sound of the hair dryer rang again.

"You didn't undress, did you?"

"..."

"Then I'll go in."

"..."

Song Jiamu tentatively turned the doorknob. The door, which was locked before, was unlocked now.

He easily opened the door of her room, only opened a crack, slipped in through the crack first, and threw himself into Yun Shuqian's arms.

Song Jiamu can't be like Niannian.

He first peeked through the crack of the door.

Yun Shuqian ignored him, and was blowing her hair with her head tilted. It is very tiring for a girl to blow her hair, especially her hair is voluminous, and her hair is wet after washing. It is good to blow dry completely. long time.

The sound of the hair dryer was buzzing, she seemed to ignore Song Jiamu, but she kept sneaking glances at him from the corner of her eye.

Seeing him holding the laptop, he carefully squeezed in through the crack of the door, and then closed the door softly, as if he was afraid to make a little noise and be taught by her.

Yun Shuqian was angry and funny, of course she wouldn't show it, she kept a straight face.

The little cat rubbed against her arms, and she took the hair dryer to blow Niannian's butt, and warned like an example to others: "If you touch my things again, I will beat you."

Niannian was afraid of the hair dryer, so frightened that Blimbling got under the covers.

Song Jiamu also stood still, always feeling that she was speaking to him, he hesitated for a while, thinking whether to run away like Nian Nian.

"Niannian is just a kitten, what does it know, don't scare it."

Song Jiamu put down the laptop, and before Yun Shuqian could speak, he said again, "How about I blow your hair for you?"

"No."

"Come on, come on, it's not like I never played for you when I was young, I am very skilled now."

When Song Jiamu said this, Yun Shuqian remembered his childhood.

It should be one evening in summer, after the two of them took a shower, she sat cross-legged in front of the electric fan and whined, while Song Jiamu sat on the small bench behind her and helped her dry her hair.

It was a very gentle time. After growing up, Song Jiamu has never been so gentle.

"don't want……"

"Try it, you turn around."

Song Jiamu easily took the hair dryer from her hand.

Ah, the hair dryer was robbed by him.

The reserved girl had no choice but to turn around and turn her back to him.

She was sitting on a chair with her feet bare, stepping on the snow-white woolen carpet, looking shyly folded, her toes would occasionally move playfully, and then secretly observe him through the reflection of the small mirror on the table.

Song Jiamu pretended not to see such elements as 'carpet' and 'feet'.

He sat by the bed, turned on the hair dryer, and blew on his hands first. Yun Shuqian looked at him through the small mirror, feeling that he looked quite professional.

The girl's back was straight, and her long hair was hanging down from the back of her frail neck. Song Jiamu stretched out his left hand, and gently pulled her hair to one side, without the cover of the long hair. This kind of warmth and jade radiated out, her back was perfectly presented, and her delicate collarbone traces could be seen from the back. She was a little nervous, swallowed her throat, clasped her ten fingers shyly, and pressed On firm, fair thighs.

"Do you still remember in elementary school, the teacher assigned a homework and said to take care of the parents." Song Jiamu asked while holding her hair.

"Well, I was helping my mother wash her feet." Yun Shuqian said.

"I was blowing my mother's hair, haha, it was so ugly."

"If you make me look ugly too, I'll beat you."

"rest assured."

Just after taking a bath, she exudes the fragrance of moist water vapor all over her body. The skin that has absorbed the moisture is amazingly smooth. Occasionally, when the back of Song Jiamu's fingers touches her neck, she can feel such a slippery feeling. Warm, warm.

With the help of nimble fingers, Song Jiamu started to dry her hair roots from the scalp. Whenever his fingers stroked the scalp gently, the girl would comfortably close her eyes and occasionally shrink her neck.

The gentle and windy temperature diffused through her hair bit by bit, and then surrounded her, causing her heart to settle warmly.

In the room with the door closed, she and he and the cat, this is a warm, soft, happy feeling that can only be obtained in a real home.

"Hmm~"

The girl couldn't hold back and let out a strange sound.

Fortunately, the hair dryer was quite noisy, and he was blowing it seriously, so he didn't notice it, but Yun Shuqian's face was flushed, and he didn't dare to devote himself as much as before.

"I didn't expect you to be very good at it. Have you ever played for other girls?" Yun Shuqian asked indifferently.

"No, I just blew it for you. I learned it together when I was learning how to style my hair."

"Why are you learning this? You don't have long hair."

"Blow it to my wife later."

"Then you still blow it up for me, your wife won't be jealous..."

"Let's take advantage of you first, after all, we are the best in the world."

"Who is with you?"

"how do you feel?"

"One, general."

He massaged her scalp gently, and the girl closed her eyes again.

(Thanks to the lord of the half-round-faced fat chicken! The boss is magnificent! The boss’s ideas are like a spring, and the code words are not stuck! Every day is in a beautiful mood!)

(End of this chapter)