Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 129 Can You Get Me A Pants (Subscribe)

"Wow~!"

This was the first time Song Jiamu had heard Yun Shuqian's exclamation and cheers from such a girl besides her childhood.

It was eight o'clock at night, and the two came to the musical fountain in West Lake.

In the afternoon, I visited the West Lake, Leifeng Pagoda, Long Bridge, Chenghuang Temple, and then went to Hefang Street for snacks in the evening.

Before entering university, he also dreamed of taking a cute girl to a strange city together, but now it has come true.

Cycling with Yun Shuqian by the West Lake, chatting leisurely, and buying and eating along the snack street with her until she was full, and occasionally holding her little hand secretly, but never saying anything. It is really a wonderful and pleasant thing to mention those ambiguous thoughts.

The 126-meter-long music fountain shows its charming figure. Classical soft music is played on the scene, and various shapes of water columns, water mist, and water polo are sprayed out, sometimes turbulent, sometimes gentle and moving.

Because Yun Shuqian was not high enough, and there was no room, Song Jiamu took her to find a step.

Compared with ordinary seats, this place is closer to the fountain. She was standing on high steps, and Song Jiamu was standing in front of her. She supported his shoulders with both hands, and looked at the gorgeous music fountain in front of her, smiling all over her face. meaning.

After the song ended, the gorgeous music fountain also came to an end, and there were warm applause and cheers from around.

The cool night wind mixed with thin water mist blowing on the face, the girl behind her laughed softly, "Ahhh", wiped the moist feeling on her face with the back of her hand, and then rubbed the cool little hand To Song Jiamu's neck.

"Hiss~ Bing's dead!" Song Jiamu shrank his neck and looked back at the mischievous her.

"I took a lot of photos and videos!" Yun Shuqian shook his phone to show him in satisfaction.

For girls, such a gorgeous musical fountain or fireworks show will make them even more joyful.

These years of cold wars made Song Jiamu think that she had become more serious and serious. Looking at it now, she was still basically the same as when she was a child, and she was also a childish ghost.

"There are still two small balls, do you want them?"

Song Jiamu chewed on the snacks, and passed the skewers behind him.

"No, you have eaten."

"I didn't touch the mouth."

Hearing what he said, she took the skewers in his hand and ate the remaining two small balls.

When she is happy, her big eyes will be narrowed, and she will narrow her eyes little by little, maybe because of the hotness of the small balls, her delicate and small nose will wrinkle. Holding the skewers, her left hand was still on his shoulder. After standing on the steps, she was much taller than Song Jiamu.

The temperature is cooling down at night, the water vapor beside the fountain is heavy, Yun Shuqian wearing a T-shirt and shorts is a little cold, and her little hands are also cold, but Song Jiamu is very warm. She stands behind him and puts her body close to him in silence, That way it's not cold.

After eating the little balls, her thin and soft lips also had oil stains and luster, which made people feel like they wanted to kiss her clean.

"Give me the wooden stick." Song Jiamu stretched out his hand backwards.

"You didn't look back, how did you know that I finished eating?" She was surprised and gave him the wooden stick.

"I felt you twisting left and right. I guess you were looking for a trash can, so I guessed it." Song Jiamu proudly expressed his analysis. He enjoyed the feeling of the delicate girl behind him sticking to him. He can feel the movement.

"...So in the final analysis, it's because of your lust, right?" Yun Shuqian cautiously distanced herself from him, and stopped sticking to him.

But after getting used to the warmth of sticking to his back, she felt very cold again when the distance was slightly opened.

"It's so cold! Let's go, let's go back!"

"Shall I hold you down?"

"roll."

This step is quite high, but it is not difficult for Yun Shuqian, she jumped down with a light hop, not a lady at all.

Instead, she staggered when she landed, and Song Jiamu reached out to hold her slender wrist in good time.

Damn, why is this guy so hot all over?
"Let's go, I'll make an appointment for a car."

Song Jiamu was holding her with his right hand, holding the mobile phone in his left hand, walking and hailing a taxi with a natural expression on his face.

Yun Shuqian felt a little coy, maybe because his palm was too warm, she didn't want to take it out for a while, and just let him hold it.

Holding her wrist was fine, but when she walked to the crowd that was leaving, the big, thick hand that was holding her wrist actually slipped down and onto her palm, palm to palm, holding her hand in a dislocated fit. four fingers.

The feeling of slipping from wrist to palm is indescribable. It just feels like an electric shock. The whole person is different. His palm is very generous, warm and fleshy. I don’t know whose hand is sweating. In short, at this moment, Yun Shuqian's heartbeat was so fast that he was so nervous!

She stopped abruptly, clenched that little hand into a fist, and slipped out of his palm a little bit coyly.

The girl didn't speak, but just gave him a fierce look.

Maybe it was because he was also guilty. He didn't break free when he grabbed his wrist, so that he was so presumptuous that he grabbed her hand.

How many times has it been today?

So many times!

Song Jiamu was also clever. Seeing her refusal, he didn't dare to be presumptuous any more. He tucked the hand that had just taken her into his trouser pocket, his heartbeat was beating like a drum, his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and he looked at her as if nothing had happened. The phone concealed his uneasy mood.

"Next time you do this again, I'll really beat you to death."

"Be careful next time, be sure to pay attention next time."

"Not all girls are as magnanimous as me, if it weren't for the fact that we two have gotten so close again..."

She tried her best to pinch out a little bit of her finger and showed him: "Just get close to me a little bit, or you will have been beaten into a pig's head by me when you touched my hand!"

"...Only one-fifth?!"

"Otherwise, you think I'm on good terms with you. In view of your hooliganism, points are deducted, and now it's only one-sixth!"

"It's my lust, I don't dare to do it anymore!"

Song Jiamu looked remorseful and annoyed.

Yun Shuqian was very satisfied with his attitude, so she felt relieved, pulled the strap of her bag, continued to walk lightly, and followed him happily.

I didn't realize at all that my resistance to holding hands seemed to be getting lower and lower...

It must be because my hands are cold.

Didi car arrived soon, Song Jiamu opened the back door gentlemanly, Yun Shuqian got in first, and he sat in again.

The night view of the city is very beautiful, the neon lights shine through the glass on the girl's face, she is wearing a mask, Song Jiamu can't see her little face that has been blushing from just now, but thinks the colors in her big eyes are beautiful.

After getting out of the car, Song Jiamu opened the door again in a gentlemanly manner.

This time I didn't dare to hold her little hand anymore, her CD hadn't cooled down yet, if she pulled again, she would definitely be beaten up.

Song Jiamu, a gentleman, bent over slightly, with his right hand behind his back, his left hand clenched in a fist, and his arm was placed across the front of the car door.

"Hey, this is a gentleman."

Satisfied, Yun Shuqian put her little hand on his arm and got out of the car.

She can take his arm, but he can't, because he's a gentleman, she's not.

The driver looked back at the interesting couple curiously, and for a moment he thought he was driving a Bentley or a Rolls-Royce.

The two got out of the car and walked to the hotel. Song Jiamu naturally bent his elbow, and Yun Shuqian took his arm, like a pair of noble young master and young lady.

Until he looked back at her in disbelief.

Only then did Yun Shuqian react, she hastily pulled her hand away, and patted him on the arm in embarrassment.

"you……"

"Don't talk! If you hadn't been misled, who would hold your hand!"

"..."

Good guy, he didn't get beaten up when he held her just now, but now he gets beaten up when she pulls him.

Sure enough, the most difficult thing to understand is the heart of a woman.

Back in room 1609 of the hotel, Song Jiamu took out his room card and opened the door. It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and the room was pitch black.

The timid Yun Shuqian stood behind Song Jiamu, and felt that it was a wise move to live with him, otherwise, if she lived alone, the strange room was so dark, she really didn't dare to go in, probably by then I have to find him desperately.

After turning on the light, the room looks brighter and warmer.

After playing for a whole day today, I felt extremely tired when I returned to the hotel. Yun Shu threw herself on his bed with a meow, her legs that hadn't changed her shoes were stretched outside the bed, the bed was soft and comfortable, she didn't want to get up again .

Until Song Jiamu closed the door and put on the chain that locked it, the space felt ambiguous in an instant.

She flung herself on the bed without moving, her small face was buried in the quilt, but her ears were stuck listening to all his movements.

Even without looking with her eyes, she could clearly imagine all Song Jiamu's actions——

He picked up the backpack, and she heard the sound of a zipper, and then heard the sound of a plastic bag, probably picking up the slippers she brought, and then there was the sound of the slippers being thrown on the floor, and he threw the backpack onto the double sofa On the morning, he sat down by the bed, the bed made a slight sound, and he sat next to her.

Song Jiamu turned his head and looked at the girl who was lying on the quilt backwards. She was wearing shorts, and her beautiful white legs were extremely eye-catching, with graceful curves. Then she reached her cute butt. The hem of her T-shirt slid up a little, revealing her A little waist, more a seductive style.

"...Are you looking at me?" the girl with her face buried in the quilt asked in a muffled voice.

"Heaven and earth conscience, I don't have one."

Song Jiamu's breath was stagnant, and he was so absorbed in his attention that he didn't move, so that she guessed that he was peeking at her in such a quiet place.

"Just lie!"

Yun Shuqian couldn't lie down anymore, so she quickly got up from his bed and ran to her own bed.

Song Jiamu didn't look at her, and changed into slippers on his own, then took out the clothes in the backpack, looking for clothes to change after taking a shower.

Yun Shuqian also hugged her backpack, and took out the neatly stacked clothes and daily necessities from it.

Perhaps it was because of the thought that we would sleep in a room together tonight, both of them felt a little weird, and they were busy packing their luggage at the moment, so they didn't speak for a while, and the quiet atmosphere in the room seemed even weirder.

But they were too familiar with each other, and Yun Shuqian was not worried that Song Jiamu would dare to do anything excessive, even if given 1 chances, he wouldn't dare.

She's just a little shy, after all, a man and a woman share a room or something...

But fortunately no one knew, the two lived secretly~!

Thinking of this, Yun Shuqian was inexplicably excited, a little excited, and a little guilty.

The two families are so familiar that she and he secretly lived together behind their elders' backs...

It's really... Woo!Cover your face~!

"Song Jiamu, how many sets of clothes did you bring?" Yun Shuqian broke the silence first.

"Three sets. I think the weather is relatively hot recently. I wear T-shirts and only one jacket."

"Well, it's the same for me. If you don't sweat, you don't need to wash your clothes. You can take them home for washing. You can hand wash your underwear and socks and hang them on the balcony. I brought a hanger~" Yun Shuqian took out five hangers from his backpack show him.

Song Jiamu also showed her his new underwear.

"I just bought two new ones!"

"Can you stop telling me these strange things!"

Yun Shuqian was changing her shoes, rolled up her socks in embarrassment and threw them towards him, hitting Song Jiamu on the head.

"Hey, I told you these things because you and I are the best."

"I don't want to know at all."

Yun Shuqian also brought a whole set of underwear, but she wouldn't tell him these things on purpose.

I just think that the two of them will definitely hang clothes together, so a whole set of underwear will look better.

Song Jiamu picked up the sock she threw over and sniffed it calmly. It didn't smell bad.

Yun Shuqian has already changed her shoes. She and Song Jiamu both brought their own slippers, for fear that the hotel slippers would cause athlete's foot. Their little feet are white and tender. After walking for a day, they feel like they will be worn out. up.

Song Jiamu has few clothes, and most of the miscellaneous things are stuffed in his backpack, such as hair dryers, various charging cables and so on.

After tidying up, the two of them threw their bags on the double sofa, and Song Jiamu went to the bathroom to check the hot water.

"Are you going to take a shower first or should I take a shower first?" he said in the bathroom.

"You go first."

"what?"

"You first! Wash it!"

Song Jiamu hastily closed the bathroom door, and the sound of a rain shower was heard not long after.

Yun Shuqian was lying on the bed holding her mobile phone to watch short videos, she secretly paused the video, and then felt that the sound of the shower became very loud, and the guy was still humming, so the girl's mind popped up The picture of him taking a shower is gone.

Imagine that he would push his wet hair up later, his eyes were wet, and he was only wrapped in a bath towel, walking towards her step by step, suddenly throwing off the bath towel, and pressing him down...

Woo!What am I thinking? !

Not long after, the sound of the shower disappeared. He must have been wiping himself, but the singing hadn't disappeared.

After a while, the singing also disappeared.

There was ten seconds of silence in the bathroom.

Then the bathroom door opened a crack, and his cautious voice came.

"The clouds are sparse."

"..."

"Sparse clouds?"

"What are you doing! Come out quickly after washing!"

"...can you bring me my panties?"

(End of this chapter)