Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 143 Come Step On Me (Please Subscribe)
At 08:30 in the evening, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian, who had been walking outside for a whole day, returned to the hotel.

When she was shopping, she was still full of energy. As soon as she got back to the hotel and closed the door, Yun Shuqian seemed to be drained dry. She trotted for two steps with a meow, and a girl pounced on the bed. up.

"Oh~~ I'm so tired, so tired!"

"I should be the one who is tired, right?"

Song Jiamu walked to the sofa and put down the clothes he bought. He still held a bag of snacks in his other hand.

She turned her head and glanced at the girl on the bed. She was wearing a short skirt today, and when she threw herself on the bed like this, her white and slender legs came out from the root to the tip. Under the modification of the cute little skirt, there was a graceful arc , It's really hard to look away, and I can't wait to hug it and play with it.

So Song Jiamu sat down by the bed, hugged her calf, and helped her take off her shoes.

Even after walking for a whole day, there was no strange smell when the shoes were taken off. She was as clean as a porcelain doll just out of the factory. The pair of white socks she wore today had cute patterns, which made her ankles It looks more white and tender.

"Oh, what are you doing!"

"Help you take off your shoes."

"Don't take it off!"

But Song Jiamu moved very quickly. He quickly took off her two shoes, and then took off her little white socks. This process was like peeling an egg. When the egg shell was peeled off, it was like egg whites. The little feet that are shiny and fair, with a slightly plump feel are exposed.

Then she kicked her six feet.

Song Jiamu felt that it was not a loss.

It was already the third night that I was alone with her. From the beginning, the two of them were a little reserved, but gradually they let go a lot. This kind of petty squabbling also made them seem a lot more intimate.

Song Jiamu put away the clothes from the balcony and went to take a shower first.

Yun Chongchong lay on the bed and rolled and played, his quilt and pillows were on her bed, so the two quilts were extra soft when lying on them, one was used for her body and the quilt The body is so comfortable, she liked to put it on like this when she was a child, but her mother refused to let her put it on, saying that it would crush the quilt, and then it would not be warm.

She used the other quilt to hug, and it was very comfortable to hold the soft quilt. The quilt she hugged was slept by Song Jiamu. He slept without a shirt on, so the quilt smelled of him, faintly The scent of the shower gel smells very good.

After Song Jiamu went in to take a shower, she took his pillow and clamped it between her legs. She used her own pillow as a pillow, and it was very comfortable to clamp the pillow!Especially for a girl with very tender skin like her, when lying on her side, her knees are pressed together and it is uncomfortable, but it is very comfortable with a pillow.

In this way, all the quilts and pillows used by the two were occupied by her alone. Song Jiamu was not stingy, he would not tell her not to touch his things, his things were hers, girl She felt extremely pampered, as if the whole world belonged to her.

This is what Song Jiamu saw when he came out of the shower—a little girl who made a mess of the bed by herself. She was hiding in the pile of quilts, and she couldn't find her head in the bed unless she looked carefully. where.

"Aren't you going to take a shower yet?"

"Lie down for a while..."

"Don't lie down, you have too much rest now, and you won't be able to sleep again later."

"I'm exhausted, I can't get up..."

"Then I'll help you take a shower?"

"roll."

"Get up, you slob."

"..."

A Bai Shengsheng arm stretched out from the pile of quilts, Song Jiamu stretched out his hand to hold her, and pulled her up with light force.

Whenever she felt his strength, Yun Shuqian would unconsciously fantasize about him hugging her princess, his strong arms passed through the bend of her legs, she leaned on his chest, and then put her arms around him neck, he hugged her to take a bath like this, put her into the big bathtub covered with rose petals, and then he also walked in...

The girl didn't dare to think about it anymore, she hugged her change of clothes numbly, put on her slippers and ran into the bathroom.

Until the bathroom door was closed, the warm shower water flowed all over her body, and the fragrant shower gel made delicate bubbles on her body. She blushed and tilted her head slightly.

Drops of water dripped from her delicate chin, she closed her eyes, her brows were slightly arched, and she continued her imagination just now...

……

For things that have not been experienced, relying on imagination alone is a little less detailed, but it gives more room for fantasy. This is the case with writing novels.

Song Jiamu sat cross-legged on the bed, with a laptop on his lap, and an apple in his hand.

He is sitting on the bed of Yun Shuqian, and his quilt and pillows are also here. His bed has become a storage place for sundries, and the backpacks of the two of them are thrown there, as are the changed clothes. There, obviously the bedside table can hold a mobile phone, and the small coffee table can hold a computer, but Yun Shuqian's mobile phone and computer are all thrown on his bed, as if he is afraid that he will go back to sleep with the quilt and pillows in his arms.

Anyway, they slept together for two nights, and Song Jiamu didn't plan to go back to sleep, otherwise she wouldn't have to sleep if she made a fuss.

The data of the work is displayed in the background. It has been two days since it was recommended, and the increase in the collection is very gratifying. Among the works of the same period, he and Yun Shuqian have always maintained the top two.

Now it’s recommended to upgrade and don’t look at the collection. You need to follow up on the data. The Metropolitan Channel is known as the Volume King Channel, with a lot of traffic and competition. Song Jiamu doesn’t know how many follow-ups he has. The recommended votes and chapters and other data are all performing well, and it is no problem to advance to the next round of new book selection.

These days, he and Yun Shuqian didn't just focus on playing, they coded for two hours every morning, and after finishing writing, they could play with confidence.

Such a day is really pleasant. Bring a laptop, travel far away with the person you like, write together, hold hands together, and sleep together. It is probably the common dream of everyone who loves literature.

After a little tidying up the detailed outline to be written tomorrow, the bathroom door opened, and the girl who had finished the shower came out with a pretty face blushing, carrying the mist behind her like a ghost.

The two looked at each other, Yun Shuqian first looked away guiltily.

Seeing that he didn't take the quilt and pillow away, she felt relieved, she didn't tell him not to go back to sleep in his bed, it was he who didn't go back, she was just forced to do so.

She opened the balcony door, stood on tiptoes and stretched her arms, hung up the washed underwear to dry, and blew the cold wind outside until the hot air on her face was blown away, and then she dragged herself up to the balcony The door went back to the room, and then the floor-to-ceiling curtains were drawn, and the room felt very quiet and warm.

Song Jiamu closed the computer, brought over the hair dryer that was left on his bed, and Yun Shuqian sat by the bed sensiblely and waited for him to help dry his hair.

She was wearing home-style shorts, and her white and tender legs were not covered by pillows, just like this. The girl just took a bath, and her skin was still a little pink.

Song Jiamu looked at her legs while blowing her hair. The fragrance of her hair wafted into the air with the hot wind.

Occasionally, when she is comfortable, Yun Shuqian will shake her legs lightly, making this whiteness even more vivid.

"Why do we both use the same shampoo and body wash, but I think you smell better?" Song Jiamu asked curiously. Her hair had already been dried, so he gently massaged her like last night Head melon.

"You, you are not allowed to smell me! It's very perverted!" Yun Shuqian snorted with her eyes closed.

"So have you figured out what to do tomorrow?"

Song Jiamu asked again, after massaging her head, he sat down beside her, and naturally took her pair of little hands on her lap.

Yun Shuqian was shy for a moment, and his hands were held by him. She felt nervous again, and she opened her eyes.

"Lay hands on."

"Oh……"

He said it was a laying on of hands, so Yun Shuqian let him play with his hands.

The girl's little hands are hot, soft, and fragrant just after taking a bath. No matter how she plays with them, it's fun.

Song Jiamu squeezed her hand gently, rubbing the palm of her hand, pinching her tender fingers with his thumb and index finger like pinching a small pea.

He pinched his finger a little bit harder, and her nails turned white, and then he let go, and the white quickly turned back to pink, which shows that her body is very healthy, and in Chinese medicine, it is a sign of sufficient energy and blood .

When Song Jiamu interlocked her fingers, she was a little nervous again, but she didn't break free. After all, I tried to hold hands today, and interlocking fingers is really exciting.

"You haven't answered me yet, have you figured out what to do tomorrow?"

Only then did Song Jiamu remind her again.

Yun Shuqian really forgot to answer him, she was completely absorbed in the entangled hands of the two of them.

At this moment, Song Jiamu had already relaxed his strength, holding her hand, but he didn't move himself, so she moved lightly, and the soft and slender hand moved gently in his palm, turning back Come over and pinch his fingers, and massage his hands too.

"Tomorrow, well, if it's not raining, let's go to Xixi Park."

"What if it rains?"

"If it rains, we will stay in the hotel and code."

In comparison, Yun Shuqian feels that she prefers to stay in a hotel with him. After walking for three days, she has gone to almost all the places she wants to go, but the hotel is the only place where she can never get tired of staying. She can do nothing. , Sleeping in bed with him all day.

Yun Shuqian touched his hand lightly, as a hand control, there is no time when you can justly touch his hand like now, holding hands is just holding, it will be strange to touch randomly, but it can be done now She messed around, her hands were small, and she needed two hands together to play with Song Jiamu's big hand.

She closed her eyes and felt while groping, and her heart beat a little faster.

Occasionally, when Song Jiamu held back her hand with a little force, she would startle and her breathing would stop.

When he didn't speak, she didn't speak either, the two of them quietly experienced the feeling of playing with hands, enjoying this kind of ambiguity and heartbeat wantonly.

"Yun Shuqian, can you step on your back?" Song Jiamu asked.

"Step on your back?" Yun Shuqian opened her eyes curiously.

I still remember that when we were eating and chatting to find common ground, Song Jiamu said that both of them were people who wanted to struggle. She said that Song Jiamu seemed to like to enjoy himself more, and she was the one who wanted to struggle. Now it seems that the two of them are exactly the same. All people who like to enjoy.

"Yes, I massaged your head and hands for you, and it's time for you to help me step on my back."

Song Jiamu withdrew his hand, Yun Shuqian was still a little reluctant.

He lay on the bed instead, turned his head and said, "Step on my back for me."

"How to step on it? I won't!"

"I often step on my back like this in the boys' dormitory. You just stand on my back and step on it."

"Stamp on it with your feet?"

"Otherwise, how can you step on it?"

Hearing what he said, Yun Shuqian immediately became interested.

Good guy, she still worried that she couldn't find a reason to step on him, and Song Zhutou delivered it to her door by herself?

"Then I will trample you to death."

She giggled, raised her feet and climbed onto the bed. The bed was softer, making it less stable when standing.

"It's stepping! Don't jump up and stomp your feet! Otherwise, I'll vomit blood!" Song Jiamu hurriedly reminded.

As the name suggests, stepping on the back is mainly based on the feet, and stimulates the back legs by pointing, stepping, pressing, rubbing, and pressing to strengthen local blood circulation and relieve back stiffness and fatigue.

Especially in the male dormitory of the physical education class, stepping on the back is very common, but compared to a group of big men's stinky big feet stepping on the back, it is obvious that the girl's white and tender feet are a reward.

Yun Shuqian didn't know how to step on it. She stood next to Song Jiamu first, and he lay at her feet, with his shirt rolled up to his chest, revealing his strong waist.

"Then, I stepped on it."

"Step on it."

Yun Shuqian raised one foot and stepped on his waist lightly.

Song Jiamu took a deep breath, and had an indescribably wonderful experience. No wonder he often saw comments like the queen stepped on me in the book review area. Anyway, it was very exciting.

"Will it be heavy?"

"...It's okay, you can step on it boldly and don't stomp your feet."

"Then I'll stand up."

"Yeah, you stand."

Yun Shuqian stood up on both feet, but her waist was not flat. She, a novice, couldn't stand firmly. She smiled coquettishly, and fell off his back again.

Compared with Song Jiamu, when she stepped on him, she felt even more amazing. She could feel his body temperature on the soles of her feet, which were hot, and when she touched his skin, the soles of her feet were itchy.

"I can't stand!"

"Then change the position."

Song Jiamu lay sideways on the head of the bed, "You can stand by the wall now, and you should be able to stand firmly."

Yun Shuqian stepped on it again. She only weighed ninety kilograms in total, and her feet were small and soft. When she stepped on his back, Song Jiamu breathed out comfortably.

"Song Jiamu, am I going to crush you?"

"The weight like a kitten can't crush me, don't worry."

Yun Shuqian supported the wall, and her feet slowly stepped on his back. She also felt it was fun. Occasionally, when she stepped on a certain muscle, Song Jiamu would snort comfortably, and she felt super fulfilled.

The small and warm feet rubbed, pressed, and pushed against his back. The soles of the feet were warm and itchy, which made her giggle from time to time.

If Song Jiamu came to step on her, Yun Shuqian reckoned that she would be trampled flat.

After stepping for more than ten minutes, it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

Yun Shuqian got off him, and he was still lying on the bed, so she simply sat on his back.

"Oh drink..."

Song Jiamu responded in a timely manner, like a little monster defeated by her.

In fact, it was very comfortable for her to sit like this.

"You can't just let other girls step on you like this."

Yun Shuqian said: "It doesn't matter what I say, because I don't have athlete's foot. If another girl steps on you, you go to the hospital and the doctor will ask why you have athlete's foot on your back!"

Song Jiamu buried his face in the pillow, and replied lazily, "I just let you step on it."

"That's good, go to bed."

She got up, crawled to the bed, put on her slippers and went to the bathroom.

After she left, Song Jiamu turned over, quickly covered the quilt, and lay down on her bed.

Even though she was ready to sleep together tonight, when Yun Shuqian came out of the bathroom and saw him lying on her bed, she was still so ashamed that she didn't know how to lie down.

"You, you still don't go back to your own bed!"

She picked up the pillow and patted him.

"I don't want to be woken up by you again in the middle of the night."

Song Jiamu turned his back to her, got under the quilt, turned off the light, and refused to leave.

After the light was turned off, he hid under the quilt again, and the reserved girl felt more at ease now. She adjusted the position of the pillow so that it was next to his pillow, and she also quickly got under the quilt.

Sensing that the pretty person beside him was already lying down, Song Jiamu got out of the quilt.

He turned over to face her.

Yun Shuqian pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

"Go to bed obediently."

"..."

He quieted down.

Yun Shuqian sneaked his head out again, and approached him gently, breathing his breath.

"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu."

"Ok?"

"It seems to be raining outside..."

It was raining outside the window, pattering, lulling people to sleep.

Summer is really coming.

(End of this chapter)