Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 114 Drawing a Little Turtle (for Subscription)
The consequence of not being willing to separate the legs is that the bladder is about to explode.

I heard that there is a great trick when rushing to draft, that is to drink a lot of water before typing, and make a decision for yourself that you will never go to the toilet until you finish writing these manuscripts.

As a result, the body will explode its potential, and the coding speed is unprecedentedly fast, and because the urge to urinate stimulates the nerves, the brain will be extremely clear. Even if the coding speed is fast, the quality can be guaranteed.

While enjoying the ambiguity, the speed of the two of them slowed down by [-]%, but under the influence of urination, the speed did not decrease but increased in the end.

"It's twelve o'clock."

"Then stop fighting."

The two of them left the keyboard with both hands and sat without moving for four hours. Song Jiamu coded 8000 two hundred characters, and Yun Shuqian coded [-] characters.

"you lose!"

"..."

Song Jiamu moved his legs, and Yun Shuqian quickly separated them.

She didn't tell him where she was going, anyway, after she spread her legs, she immediately got up and walked quickly into the room, closing the door.

Girls are good at this, they can get up when they want to.

Song Jiamu was in a hurry to urinate, but if she didn't go away first, he couldn't stand up in front of her.

Seeing Yun Shuqian running into the room, he hurriedly trotted to the bathroom next to the living room with a slight bow.

A little disobedient.

But Song Jiamu already had experience.

Finally, he released the urine that he had been holding back for a long time, and he felt extremely happy and comfortable. In addition, he wrote 8000 or [-] characters in one breath. This sense of accomplishment after restraint is extraordinarily refreshing!

Taking a long breath of relief, he shook himself off and put on his pants, and washed his face with cold water, feeling that the sun at noon was particularly bright.

The girl spent a long time in the bathroom, and when Yun Shuqian came out, she probably washed her face too, her small face was a little pink with moisture.

"What did we just say?" Yun Shuqian picked up the cup to drink water.

"Go to my house for dinner! Let's go." Song Jiamu hurriedly planned to run away.

"You want to play tricks, don't go."

Yun Shuqian grabbed him, showed an evil smile, and opened the drawer to find a pen. She specially chose an oil-based ballpoint pen, so that the turtle drawn would not be easy to erase.

"Are you really here?"

"Who is joking with you, come here quickly, I want to draw a turtle for you!"

"Can you stop painting on your face?"

Song Jiamu was speechless. If she really painted a turtle on his face, how could he go home? It would be better to write orthographic characters on his thigh.

"Look at your performance, just sit down and don't move."

"In this way, as long as you don't paint on my face, or if I win next time, I will paint on your forehead."

"You threatened me."

Yun Shuqian didn't dare to go too far, this time it was a narrow victory, if he wins next time, then he will probably take revenge.

Song Jiamu sat down on the sofa, the girl giggled and looked at his stiff expression with satisfaction.

"...Don't laugh like that, it looks evil."

"Are you afraid of needles?"

Yun Shuqian possessed a playful spirit, clamped the ballpoint pen with his fingers as if holding a needle barrel, then pushed up from the bottom of the ballpoint pen with his thumb, and placed the pen in front of Song Jiamu's eyes so that he could watch the thin pen tip slowly pop up.

"What do you mean...you want to stab me?"

"Don't move around."

"..."

Song Jiamu untied the belt cooperatively.

She just took off a small piece of trousers, and she slapped her arm: "What are you doing! Pervert!"

"Aren't you going to get an injection?"

"Arm injection!"

Song Jiamu is actually quite afraid of injections. Even though he is tall and big, when he was a child, he felt guilty when he needed an injection. Recently, the only injections are the three shots of the vaccine.

Looking at Song Jiamu's confused and nervous expression, Yun Shuqian became more and more satisfied.

She knelt down on the sofa, on Song Jiamu's right, rolled up his short sleeves, exposing his strong shoulder deltoid muscles.

The soft and tender fingers patted his skin pretendingly, and even blew. The cool feeling made Song Jiamu's arms get goosebumps.

"Don't move around, my sister is just doing her internship, so be careful that she gets pinned crookedly for you."

"...You don't have to scare me."

Yun Shuqian was wearing a white T-shirt, and she really looked like a little nurse intern.

As soon as she said this, Song Jiamu remembered the fear of being pricked by the intern nurse, who often had to prick several times before it could reach the correct position.

Yun Shuqian sat on her knees, slightly supporting his shoulder with her left hand to flatten her skin, holding a pen in her right hand, and the cold tip of the pen fell gently on his skin.

She first drew a fat ellipse, about the size of a coin, and then drew several crossing lines horizontally and vertically on the ellipse. This is the turtle shell.

Then draw four short ovals next to the turtle shell, these are the turtle's claws.

Finally, draw the head and carefully add eyes to the little turtle.

Song Jiamu turned his head and squinted at the little turtle whose arm was gradually being drawn.

Looking up along the barrel of the pen, it was Yun Shuqian's small face, and the girl had a faint smile on her mouth, the kind of smile that succeeded in doing bad things.

She drew very seriously, because she got close, the warm breath would brush over his skin and spray onto his face, there was a fragrant smell, which seemed to be sweet.

"Is the painting finished?"

"Not yet, don't move..."

Yun Shuqian continued to hold the ballpoint pen, coloring the shell of the turtle. Each grid was spaced apart, like a soccer ball, every other grid was painted black.

Feeling the nib of the pen scribbled on his arm, Song Jiamu itched a little.

Finally, she stopped writing, puffed her small mouth and blew to speed up the drying of the handwriting. At this time, the wind blowing on Song Jiamu's face, besides the fragrance of her own breath, also mixed with a little ink smell .

She tried to rub it with her fingers, and the turtle pattern on her arm did not fade at all.

"Okay! Unexpectedly, I have the talent to draw!"

"Don't mention it..."

Song Jiamu wanted to rub it, but she slapped his hand again.

"No rubbing! We agreed, at least keep it until before taking a bath!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wash it off even if I take a bath."

When he said this, Yun Shuqian was even more satisfied. She was always willing to leave something on him, such as this little turtle she thought was cute, such as the shoe prints on his shoes.

As soon as he thought of him playing golf, his friend saw his cute little turtle and asked him who drew it, and he gritted his teeth and said that it was drawn by Yun Shuqian, so she was very proud.

This naughty prank made her feel like she was being pampered.

She took out her phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Take a picture."

"I didn't seem to say that I want to take pictures just now!"

"I don't post Moments, you think I'm you..."

Yun Shuqian smiled and was in a particularly good mood. She took out her mobile phone and took a photo of the little turtle she had drawn on Song Jiamu's arm. By the way, Song Jiamu's face was also included. In the photo, he was speechless. Looking at the camera, she liked his helpless appearance.

"I remember, next time I will draw on your thigh."

"No, now that the rules have changed, you can only draw on the opponent's arm."

Yun Shuqian pressed the ballpoint pen and retracted the nib. She climbed off the sofa and went to the balcony to carry the sun-baked kitten into the house.

Li Yuan also called and told them to go home for dinner.

"Let's go, my dad and the others are cooking."

"oh oh."

Yun Shuqian came out with him with the cat in her arms, and saw that his sleeves were not rolled down, so she helped him roll down his sleeves to block the little turtle she just drew.

She felt that this little turtle was between her and him, and she didn't want to be seen by her elders.

This Saturday, Song Chi and Li Yuan were both at home. As before, Song Chi was in charge of cooking, and Li Yuan was in charge of helping.

The lunch was very rich, with four people and one cat, a total of five dishes and one soup.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Yun Shuqian always feels that uncle and aunt seem to be more enthusiastic than last time when they come to eat this time.

Arriving at Song Jiamu's house, Yun Shuqian, who had been mischievous just now, seemed to be a different person immediately.

With a well-behaved appearance, reserved and sensible like a lady, she took the initiative to go to the kitchen to help carry the dishes and serve the soup.

"Uncle, today is so rich, I will trouble you and auntie again."

"They're all on my own, so please don't be too polite, add a pair of bowls and chopsticks, let's eat first, I'll fry some vegetables, it will be soon."

After Song Chi and Li Yuan sat down at the dining table, lunch began.

Yun Shuqian sat with Song Jiamu on one side, Song Chi and Li Yuan sat on the other side, and Niannian also squatted next to the chair. Its small bowl contained fish and meat.

The topics of conversation at the dinner table were also very homely. Neither Song Chi nor Li Yuan talked about any weird topics, for fear that this girl would be embarrassed to come to dinner next time.

As the former teacher of Yun Shuqian and Song Jiamu, Li Yuan will talk about the changes in the school now.

"The classrooms are all air-conditioned this semester."

"Really?! We didn't have it at that time, and it was so hot in summer."

Yun Shuqian made some calculations and said, "It's been three years since I went back to No. [-] Middle School."

"It's still comfortable to take you that year."

"Mom, I remember you said that the previous sessions were better."

"Uncle, how did you steam this water egg... I tried it many times, but there will always be air bubbles. I have used all kinds of filters, and the online teaching doesn't work."

Song Chi's steamed egg was very beautiful, smooth and tender like tofu, with a layer of fried minced meat on top. Knowing that Yun Shuqian loves coriander, he added chopped coriander.

"Here, remember, put twice the amount of water in the same amount of eggs, it's about the same size, first stir the eggs in one direction, then add some seasonings, then add water, the water should be hot water, it feels hot , the most important thing is that when steaming, you must use a low fire. If the fire is too high, it will foam. Cover the bowl with a saucer and steam for 3 to [-] minutes..."

"I see!"

Yun Shuqian suddenly realized that steamed eggs are very simple, but the details are very particular, otherwise the steamed eggs will be full of bubble holes, and they will not be smooth and tender.

After a meal, it was very homely and natural, and Yun Shuqian felt that she was getting used to eating at his house more and more.

After dinner, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian washed the dishes together.

Song Chi and Li Yuan watched from the living room.

"Hey, old Song, do you think they have that meaning now?"

"We have it when we can't see it, and we don't have it when we see it."

"Then... shall we move out?"

"puff--"

Song Chi choked on drinking tea for the first time.

(End of this chapter)