Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 138 Becoming Addicted (Please Subscribe)
There was a fight on the bed with pillows and quilts. Song Jiamu was defeated and hid in the quilt fortress.

Yun Shuqian straddled him through the quilt, trying to pull him out, but this guy was so strong that he held the quilt firmly, and she couldn't lift the quilt even if she wanted to.

So I got down on the knees, and my little hands got in through the gaps in the quilt like loaches, digging, touching and pinching inside the quilt.

After a while, she finally had enough of her addiction.

Sitting on him in a duck sitting position across the quilt, she didn't notice if this posture was a bit bad, so she raised her little hand and patted him a few times across the quilt.

"Just hide for a whole day! Suffocate you! Hmph!"

She was finally willing to leave him, she liked that he didn't fight back like this, she could bully him like this and never get tired of it for the rest of her life.

Calm down and think about it, could it be that I have some eccentricities, that I enjoy the process of bullying him inexplicably, and usually hit and pinch him less often.

No, no, he was the one who provoked her first, and he is the one with eccentricities!

"Get up, pig!"

The girl stood on the bed, raised her snow-white and lovely feet and kicked his ass again, then jumped out of the bed, put on her slippers, and ran to the bathroom in a hurry.

It wasn't until the movement outside disappeared that Song Jiamu got out of the quilt.

It's the same slapstick, why is it different from when I was a child...

He sat on the bed, bent his legs slowly, this is the bad thing about boys, they are out of control.

I took a T-shirt and changed it, and drank half a bottle of water, but the feeling still didn't go away, which shows that he is in good health, and maybe the running and self-discipline in the past one and a half months have paid off.

Finally able to get up and walk, Song Jiamu put on his slippers and went to the bathroom.

Yun Shuqian was brushing her teeth, the door was open, her mouth was full of bubbles, both of them brought electric toothbrushes over.

The toothbrush and toothpaste sachet provided by the hotel was put away by her and put in a backpack, and she took it home and put it away. It might be convenient to use when there are guests at home.

Song Jiamu walked into the bathroom cautiously, walked behind her, and stood by the toilet.

Yun Shuqian looked at him curiously.

He also turned to look at her curiously.

"I'm brushing my teeth, what are you doing?"

"Obviously, I'm about to pee."

"...you can pee if you have the ability."

"You think I dare not?"

Song Jiamu yanked the straps on the top of his shorts to both sides.

"...Ah! Pervert, you!"

Yun Shuqian screamed and ran out of the bathroom in fright, and slammed the door shut for him.

……

wow-

The toilet flushed.

After holding back the urge to urinate all night, Song Jiamu shook his pants comfortably, put them on, tied the rope, and opened the bathroom door.

Yun Shuqian stood at the door, holding an electric toothbrush in his right hand, brushing bubbles in his mouth slowly, raised his reddish face, and stared at him fiercely with big eyes.

"If you eat jujube with mud, you will be beaten to death..."

"Why don't you just eavesdrop at the door yourself?"

"I'm kerosene eavesdropping!"

Song Jiamu got out of the way, and he also held an electric toothbrush in his hand, rinsed his mouth, squeezed toothpaste, and rolled out a lot of bubbles in his mouth.

The hotel's washstand is quite spacious. He is standing on the left, and Yun Shuqian is standing on his right. The two of them look at the mirror and brush their teeth together.

"Yun Shuqian, haven't we brushed our teeth together for many years?"

"Well, that's not something to be happy about."

She said so on her lips, but in her heart she felt inexplicably happy because she woke up comfortably in such an early morning, and then brushed her teeth side by side with him.

Yun Shuqian seems to have experienced the joy of seeing someone she likes when she opens her eyes, and then get up and brush her teeth together.

If this is the way to start a new day, this is the most beautiful thing, right?

The mirror in front of her was also wiped clean. Song Jiamu and she stood in front of the sink, looking at each other in the mirror.

Yun Shuqian is much shorter than him, both of them are wearing home clothes, they both look like they just woke up, there is light blue stubble around his mouth, her hair is also slightly messy after sleeping all night, so Standing and brushing teeth together, the electric toothbrush in her hand is pink, his is blue, the brand is the same, the style is the same, and the two in the mirror match each other very well.

"The bubbles are flowing to the corner of your mouth." Song Jiamu looked at her in the mirror and said.

"Aren't you too!" She also looked at him in the mirror and said.

The memory blurred to the appearance of childhood. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years later, when he and she brushed their teeth side by side again, they had already grown up, and traces of childhood could be vaguely found in each other's outlines.

Unanimously, the two picked up the cups and gurgled to rinse their mouths, then lowered their heads together and spit out the water, then rinsed their mouths with a gurgling, and then spit out the water with a puff.

Such a tacit understanding made Yun Shuqian giggle.

"Boring, why do you want to learn from me?"

"Obviously you learned from me. Didn't I teach you to gargle like this? You didn't gargle like this before."

"Looks like eh..."

With Song Zhutou's reminder, Yun Shuqian realized that the way she rinsed her mouth was as rough as a boy's, and she was not a lady at all, because when they were young, they always liked to compare who rinsed their mouth the loudest, and who gargled loudest. The water in the cracks grows farther.

After brushing his teeth, Song Jiamu put the electric toothbrush into the cup at an angle, and Yun Shuqian did the same, and put it next to his cup on the sink.

The cup was provided by the hotel. It was a transparent glass. The two of them leaned together like a couple's toothbrushes. The brush heads touched each other without restraint, looking like a kiss.

Song Jiamu didn't bring facial cleanser, but Yun Shuqian did, so he used her facial cleanser.

"Oh, don't squeeze so much! A little is enough! Such an expensive one!"

"Stingy, I have a big face."

"Yes, you have a big face and a thick skin."

Yun Shuqian took the water and wet her face first, then squeezed some facial cleanser into the palm of her hand to create bubbles, then applied it to her face and rubbed it.

She rarely uses other skin care products. Drinking a lot of water every day like her is the best way to replenish water. The girl is hydrated, and the facial cleanser she uses is also very mild in texture.

"It's so fragrant, this one is milky and milky, just like the smell on your face."

"You have used so much, you have to buy it back for me when you run out."

"Okay, okay, so stingy, I'll give you two bottles."

"you said."

"How much is a bottle?"

"two hundred."

"...Just a small stick of two hundred?! Why don't you grab it?!"

"That's what I thought when I bought it."

"Then you still buy it."

"I'm just curious to try it out and see why it's so expensive."

Well, Song Jiamu also used it. After using it, I really feel that it is expensive. After using it, I feel that my skin is not dry at all. Instead, it is tender and slippery, with a milky and milky taste.

While Yun Shuqian was massaging her face with circular motions with her fingers, Song Jiamu picked up the razor and started shaving.

His razor is the ordinary stainless steel one. He has used it for several years and shaves once every two days.

This is the first time Yun Shuqian has seen him shave, and it feels strange, after all, he is already a real man, and he is no longer a kid who can't grow a beard like her when he was a child.

"Why are you looking at me? Do you want to try?" Song Jiamu looked at her in the mirror and asked.

"I don't want it, it will get thicker and thicker."

Yun Shuqian also used this common type of razor. Last time Song Jiamu asked her if she would grow armpit hair, she shaved off the few armpit hairs that were originally there.

Of course, you can't tell him that.

How can there be a girl who doesn't have hair!What a stupid Song Jiamu to ask stupid questions!
When her mother came back, Yun Shuqian asked her to get hair removal cream, otherwise she would feel ashamed to shave her armpit hair.

"Why don't you use that kind of electric razor, it seems that many boys use that kind of razor."

"No one bought it for me. My dad bought it for me when I was in high school."

"Oh."

Yun Shuqian blinked her eyes thoughtfully.

Song Jiamu washed his face very quickly. He patted his face clean with water. He didn't use a towel to wipe it. This is a habit developed after junior high school. After washing his face, it is easier to get acne with a towel. Let it dry naturally or simply wipe it with a paper towel. alright.

Water drops hung from the tip of the tall nose and sharp eyebrows, and the bangs were also a little wet, which seemed to have a different charm.

He moved his face closer to Yun Shuqian.

"Do you smell that I am as fragrant as you now?"

"No smell, it stinks to death."

"Smell."

Yun Shuqian was still playing with bubbles on her face, and when she saw his face approaching, she was a little moved, so she tiptoed slightly and leaned forward, inhaled with her delicate little nose, and smelled him lightly.

Sure enough, his face also had her milky and milky smell, as if he had been kissed by her all night.

Feeling mischievous, she smirked, and wiped the bubbles on his face again.

"Hey...!"

"Chuck~"

Looking at the bubbles on his face, she smiled happily.

But soon, she laughed even more happily, because Song Jiamu suddenly stretched out his hands and scratched her itchy flesh.

She babbled and fled away with a coquettish smile, patting his arm with her little bubble-covered hands, her face also blushing.

"Stop messing with you, I'm going for a run, what do you want for breakfast?"

"The one from yesterday!"

"Then I'm leaving, you wait for me to come back obediently."

"Ah."

Song Jiamu opened the door to go out, she suddenly stretched out her hand to wipe bubbles on his face, before he could react, she closed the door immediately, her heart was pounding with joy.

Hmph, who wants to be good, bully you to death~pig head~!

Song Jiamu was speechless. Sooner or later, there will be a day when she doesn't want it. Let's see if she dares to be naughty.

Just after leaving the hotel, WeChat received her location sharing message.

Song Jiamu clicked on location sharing, and Yun Shuqian lay on the bed, holding her phone, obediently waiting for him to bring her a delicious breakfast when he came back from running.

The sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkles all over the floor of the room, but she doesn't care to appreciate it. The corner of her mouth is hooked into a smile, her big eyes are watching the location sharing on the phone screen without blinking, watching the cursor on his avatar move slowly, the girl I thought to myself, this is probably Yun running, and she also feels very tired.

Yun Shuqian got up from the bed, closed the curtains and changed into beautiful clothes, and planned to go to Zhejiang University with him today.

She took the two backpacks from the sofa and put them on the bed outside, and threw all the miscellaneous things on the bed.

Song Jiamu's quilt and pillows were still on her bed.

She helped him tidy the quilt, looking at the two pillows side by side, the girl felt ashamed.

Anyway...

Anyway, parents, uncles and aunts don't know.

Just, just continue to sleep together...

Fortunately, there is no epidemic now, otherwise, if he is quarantined here for ten days and a half months, he may even have a baby when he goes back.

Eh?How could I have such an outrageous idea?
(End of this chapter)