Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 116 Can You Just Look At Me (Please Subscribe)

Song Jiamu came out of the building by Yun Shuqian holding a racket like swat a fly.

Wanting to infer the aunt's cycle by judging the girl's daily mood state, this will not work for Yun Shuqian, because Song Jiamu feels that she feels like her aunt is here every day.

"Then when does your aunt usually come?"

"Why should I tell you!"

Yun Shuqian smacked his butt with the racket again.

"You would have told me before..."

"roll."

Song Jiamu didn't dare to mention it anymore.

Yun Shuqian found pleasure in patting his butt, he walked in front, and she took the pat in the back.

It didn't stop until it came to the electric car.

"Get in the car."

Song Jiamu sat in the driver's seat, reversed the car and parked in front of her.

Yun Shuqian put the racket on her shoulders, and when she was about to straddle, she remembered that she was wearing a short sports skirt today, which was too unladylike.

"What's the matter?" Song Jiamu saw that she didn't get in the car for a long time, and turned around and asked, "Can you get the beat? If you can't, let me get it."

"The sports skirt I'm wearing..."

"Don't you have safety pants?"

"That's right, I almost forgot."

The safety pants are really a good thing, they can let girls play ball and ride in the car unscrupulously, even if the skirt is blown by the wind, there are still shorts!
Yun Shuqian supported his shoulders, and straddled him to the back seat. It was very comfortable to wear a skirt, and his legs could be spread apart, so he didn't have to worry about the crotch cracking.

Of course, a reserved girl would not do this, Yun Shuqian was a little shy, but she was closer to Song Jiamu than usual, her smooth white thighs gently clamped his buttocks, she also pressed the hem of her skirt and sat down, then The racket was also taken off the shoulders and pressed down on the top of the skirt. Even a typhoon of level [-] could not move her skirt.

Song Jiamu was also wearing thin sports shorts, so the parts where their skin touched were more sensitive than usual.

Yun Shuqian hugged his waist, and Song Jiamu slowly drove the car.

The wind blowing in front of him was cool, but he was warm, and the clouds were sparse and shallow, and he felt warm.

So gently, quietly, she hugged him closer than usual.

If she was riding an electric car, then she felt it was natural for her to hug him, but it seemed strange to hug him at home like last night...

"Song Jiamu."

"Ok?"

"Are you ticklish?"

"...I'm driving, don't scratch me."

"I won't tickle you, I'll just ask."

"Of course I'm afraid."

Yun Shuqian stopped asking, and was in a good mood. I heard that ticklish men love their wives more.

When she heard these things before, she didn't believe them at all. For example, when someone sneezes, someone misses you. She thinks that they are all deceptive, just like astrology. Although she doesn't believe it now, she is willing to listen to such things. , Sometimes I even look up the constellations, but I don't know why.

According to psychology, if you like someone for more than four months, that is love.

But she has known Song Jiamu for 15 years, and now, she can't tell what she likes or loves. It seems that seeing him every day has become a habit.

There will be times when I want to see him, and there will be times when I don’t want to see him. He will make her angry and make her happy.

Sometimes there will be a strange sense of dependence on him, like the incalculable π in mathematics, or like the three flying balls in astrophysics. God always gives her some answers that cannot be solved. question.

She kept cutting and messing things up, so she simply didn't want to.

It's good to have a day like this without big winds and waves, without ups and downs.

Although Song Zhutou always disrupts her plans, she really doesn't hate him.

15 years is a very long time, spanning her growth period, maybe now her character or soul or even appearance is partly influenced by Song Jiamu.

"...You scratched me again! Be careful that I throw you down!"

"I do not have!"

……

When they arrived at the arena, Song Jiamu parked the car.

Yun Shuqian got out of the car, put her palms in front of her forehead, and looked at the distant sky. The sun was shining brightly, and she had a golden halo on her ponytailed hair.

"What a beautiful day!" she said.

"I heard that it will rain on May [-]st." Song Jiamu reminded.

"If it rains, we'll code in the hotel."

The club activities on May Day are planned, and Yun Shuqian doesn't want to change the plan.

"You booked the hotel so soon?"

"not yet."

"Then let's live together and open a double room to save money."

"Would you feel ashamed to say that?"

"You are still afraid that I will plot against you."

"You said it yourself last time, you said that after you went to college, you started to have desires and dissatisfaction."

"...Even if you don't have confidence in me, you don't have confidence in yourself?"

Yun Shuqian stroked for a long time before realizing that this guy was secretly rubbing her flat chest or something, so she swiped his beat and spanked his ass again.

The two walked into the arena, and the staff helped to open the arena. The arena is not too big, and there are also people playing badminton in the surrounding courts. Most of them look quite professional.

Young and beautiful young girls also attract the attention of others.

"Let's do some warm-up exercises first."

"Song Jiamu, have you watched that fitness exercise recently?"

"That Liu Genghong?"

"Uh-huh!"

"You want to learn?" Song Jiamu asked curiously.

"I tried it, but I was so tired that I didn't dance. It would be nice if someone danced with me."

"Why don't you try and tell me, 'Ah Song Jiamu, you can dance aerobics with me'"

"Ah Song Jiamu, I won't do aerobics with you."

Yun Shuqian snorted, planning to teach him a lesson by playing basketball later.

"Like me, move your wrists and ankles, your knees, your hips, stretch your arms, stretch your legs..."

Song Jiamu was doing warm-up exercises, and Yun Shuqian followed him awkwardly.

Sure enough, many things depend on the face. When Yun Shuqian did these movements, although they were not standard, they were very cute. There seemed to be endless youthful vitality in the young girl's immature body.

"Do you remember the few principles you said earlier?"

"Okay, I don't smash the ball, I don't steal your backcourt, you serve the ball whether you win or lose, otherwise, you stay in the single court, I guard the double court, it's the line on both sides, as long as you don't hit the outside of the court , it doesn’t count as you going out of bounds.”

"You're right!"

"I said."

"Then you are dead."

Song Jiamu gave her the badminton, Yun Shuqian threw it up, and slapped it with a pia.

She doesn't care about serving the ball diagonally, as long as the ball can be shot up.

Her serve is so high, if it were someone else, Song Jiamu would definitely smash her.

With a few principles in mind, Song Jiamu gently hit the ball back to her side.

This kind of ball can still be caught, and running or something is superfluous for her, so she just stands and waits for the ball to come.

You come and go and shoot a few times, and Song Jiamu runs around to catch her crooked ball, which can be regarded as achieving the effect of exercise.

Gradually driving her to move slowly, Yun Shuqian also began to run a little.

Occasionally, Song Jiamu would give her a ball on purpose, and her acting skills made her unable to see any flaws. Yun Shuqian felt that she was very good and looked happy.

Then the next ball was not allowed to her, she swung her racket, and the badminton hit her head with a thud, and she covered her forehead with an 'ahhh'.

The girl's skin was extremely tender, even with such a light force, there was still a small red mark on her forehead.

Her pace also began to run, because Song Jiamu's balls were getting more and more tricky, but they were balls that she could catch with a little effort. Yun Shuqian ran around, tired Flushing red, sweating a lot, and her heart beating fast, but every time she can catch the ball, she is very happy.

"Take a break, take a rest, I'm exhausted." Song Jiamu said.

"..." Yun Shuqian wanted to speak hard, but she was worse than him, panting, if he didn't consider her to stop and rest, she would be ruined by him.

The two sat down side by side on the bench behind them, with their legs straight.

The girl's thighs were also sweating. The slender and well-proportioned legs under the short skirt were very beautiful. Her fair skin had a sweaty luster, and the skin at the base of her thighs was still a little seductive crimson. Her pretty face was sweating even more. The cheeks are also red, and the neck is moist.

Sitting next to her, Song Jiamu felt that she was extraordinarily fragrant.

After smelling her fragrance and seductive breath, her heart beats faster than when she was just exercising.

"Well, drink water."

Song Jiamu unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it to her.

Yun Shuqian took it, took a few sips comfortably, then screwed back the lid, propped the chair with both hands, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I haven't sweated so much in a long time!"

"Didn't you sweat a lot while running that day?"

"But compared to running, I think this is more fun. If sports are like this, I don't think I hate sports."

"Are your legs sore? Would you like me to pinch your legs for you?"

"Get off pervert, don't think I don't know you've been looking at my legs."

"...the conscience of heaven and earth."

Song Jiamu was taken aback, and quickly straightened his eyes, otherwise if she complained to his mother, he would be finished.

"Humph."

Yun Shuqian made a warning voice.

In fact, if it's just the legs, she doesn't mind him looking at them, but she can't keep looking at them. After all, her legs and waist are the only things she is proud of.

When Song Jiamu was resting, he would roll up the hem of his T-shirt, and she would also peek at his abs. Thinking about it this way, the two of them were evened out.

Such a great weekend.

Compared to reading alone in the library by herself, she still prefers to code words with him, and then come to the arena to sweat after finishing the codes. The sun is also good, and the sound of the racket hitting the ball is very pleasant.

Even when he was cautious, sneaky, and couldn't resist being attracted by her beautiful legs, the girl could secretly delight.

Girls crave a little attention.

Otherwise, the original intention of the design of the short skirt is for the convenience of going to the toilet.

"Song Jiamu, can you teach me how to play?"

"Didn't you fight well, I was almost beaten to the ground."

"I want to learn that."

Song Jiamu looked in the direction of her slender fingers. A young lady in the next court was serving the ball. Compared with Yun Shuqian who threw the ball up and slapped it like a child, her serving posture looked professional and graceful.

"Okay."

Song Jiamu got up and reached out to her.

Yun Shuqian put her little hand in his palm, he held it, and easily pulled her up.

She has to learn such a professional and graceful serve, so that Song Jiamu only looks at her.

(End of this chapter)