Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 146 The best end in the world is marriage (subscription required)
Even though he was carrying an umbrella, he was still lying on his back and running with him in the rainy night. This must be a stupid thing that only crazy couples would do!
The extremely happy and crazy mood continued all the way.

Until the moment they stepped into the entrance of the hotel lobby, the doormen in hotel uniforms, the pedestrians temporarily sheltering from the rain under the eaves, and the tenants who came out of the hotel with umbrellas... The eyes of these people seemed to appear suddenly, and they looked like clouds. The shallow and pretty face is hot.

Like an ostrich, she buried her head deeply behind Song Jiamu's back, and did this super childish thing with him, she was so ashamed that she refused to raise her head to be seen.

"Sir, do you need help?"

Seeing the distressed appearance of the two, the lobby manager hurried up to welcome them.

It's raining heavily outside, and these two guys are soaked, obviously they have umbrellas in their hands?Did he jump into the West Lake? !Especially the girl lying behind the boy, who seemed to have passed out, how could she not frighten the manager.

"Oh, it's all right!"

You two don't look like you're okay at all, hey!
The manager wanted to say something, but when he saw the girl behind him move, he lowered his voice and urged, "Go! Go!" Fortunately, he didn't pass out, so the manager felt relieved and went over to help them press the elevator.

"Thank you."

"...Sir, if you need help, just let me know."

"Can you send me a pot of hot water to 1609? It would be best if you could put a few slices of ginger in it."

"Ok."

The elevator door closed, only Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were left in this small space, and the girl who was so ashamed that she was almost mistaken for fainting lifted her face from behind him.

She is not as thick-skinned as Song Jiamu!

Obviously he did something naive by himself, but he still has the nerve to ask someone to bring hot water. Sure enough, Song Zhutou is the thickest-skinned in the world!
The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she became, she raised her small fist and hit his shoulder.

"Oh, why did you hit me, it hurts so much!"

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault, they must be watching a joke outside!"

"It's because you don't even hold up an umbrella!"

"You, you run so fast, how can I hold an umbrella."

"Then you still have time to bite me!"

Yun Shuqian took a look at his collar, and there was a clearly visible tooth mark on his strong shoulder. Because he was a little emotional, he bit harder, and the mark lasted for a while. It can't go away.

"Is it cold?" Song Jiamu turned his head to look at the reflection in the mirror in the elevator room, and clearly saw the distressed appearance of the two of them.

"It's not cold." Yun Shuqian felt warm all over.

Although running wildly in the rain, the two of them didn't get soaked. At least Song Jiamu's back and Yun Shuqian's chest were dry. After all, she was very tight, almost her whole body was stuck to him. on the back.

The girl was very soft, and Song Jiamu felt warm when she was pressed against her like this, but it was a pity that he didn't feel like there was a kitten hidden between the two of them.

But at least the hearts are close together! ——Song Jiamu comforted himself like this.

He looked at Yun Shuqian in the mirror, and couldn't help but burst out laughing, it was the first time he saw her in such a mess.

The beautiful hair was wet in bunches by the rain, sticking to her fair face like water weeds, and the white T-shirt on her body was also wet, turning into a translucent color, covering her shoulders and back. The back is close together, making the boundary between her skin and the surrounding scenery very blurred, and every line that depicts her gives people a delicate and soft impression, which naturally makes people feel a strong sense of care.

But Song Jiamu knew that the girl behind her was not as soft as she looked at all, the pain she bit just now made him scream.

"What are you laughing at."

"I didn't laugh."

"You just laughed! I saw it all!"

Even though she had already boarded the elevator, Yun Shuqian still had no intention of getting off him at all. When he was laughing, she would hit him and kick him, bouncing around with her calves.

After getting out of the elevator and coming to the door of the room, Song Jiamu stood still at the door with her behind his back.

"Open the door, why are you standing there?"

"My room card is in my pocket."

"Then you take it..."

"Do you see where my hands are?"

"..."

Only then did Yun Shuqian come to her senses, this guy's hands were on her thighs, she was wearing shorts, her fair and delicate skin could easily feel the heat of his palms.

The reserved girl just jumped down shyly from behind him, maybe it was because he carried her for too long, the moment her feet stood on the floor, she felt weak and unable to exert strength, so she staggered a bit, but luckily she was caught by him. Steady.

After they separated, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian felt the cold.

Without delay, Song Jia numbly took out the room card and opened the door, and the light in the room turned on.

"Hurry up and change your clothes and take a shower, don't catch a cold later."

"My shoes are wet."

Yun Shuqian took off her shoes. It was very uncomfortable to wear wet shoes. Fortunately, the waterproof quality of her uppers was good, so some water seeped in around the tongue and heels, so that they would not be completely soaked.

But Song Jiamu's shoes were not so lucky. He was running the whole time. When he was running with her on his back, it was as if he had been on a stimulant for the three-kilometer journey. Feel your shoes soaked.

It wasn't until he returned to the room and sat down on the floor that his legs trembled as if he was overdrawn, and the shoes that had stepped on the puddles became wet and heavy, making him uncomfortable to wear.

"Oh, you're still dawdling, go take a shower, don't catch a cold! I'll dry your shoes for you, go!"

Seeing that Yun Shuqian was still dawdling, Song Jiamu hurriedly took a bath towel to wrap her up, and pushed this worry-free guy into the bathroom.

"I, I haven't taken my clothes yet!"

This feeling of being cared for by him was great, Yun Shuqian was delighted, ran to the bedside with bare feet, took the clothes, and then hurried to the bathroom.

"Don't come out to peek, I'm changing my pants outside." Song Jiamu shouted towards the bathroom.

"Who wants to peek at you!"

Song Jiamu took off all the clothes on his body, wiped them off with a towel, and simply put on a pair of shorts.

I don't need to wear shorts, and it feels cool and unrestricted.

The dirty clothes and wet socks I changed were thrown into a plastic basin outside the balcony, the joints were soaked in water, and the rain outside was still pattering.

Back in the room, Song Jiamu took Yun Shuqian's shoes, wiped her white shoes with a paper towel, and then gently dried the wet parts with a hair dryer.

Her shoes were very small, and Song Jiamu compared them with his big feet. If his feet got in, it would burst her shoes.

The doorbell rang outside, Song Jiamu put down his shoes and opened the door.

"Hello sir, here is the hot water you asked for."

The waiter brought it, hot water was placed in a large glass kettle, and a few slices of ginger were soaked in it.

"Okay, thank you."

Song Jiamu took the kettle, closed the door, pressed the paging button, and set the room to 'Do Not Disturb'.

The movement at the door attracted the attention of Yun Shuqian who was taking a shower in the bathroom, the sound of the shower disappeared, and her slightly anxious voice came——

"Song Jiamu? Song Jiamu! Where are you going?"

"I didn't go anywhere, I was in the room, and the waiter came to deliver ginger water."

"Oh." The tone immediately relaxed again, and the pleasant shower sound continued.

Song Jiamu returned to the sofa and sat down. After drinking a cup of hot ginger water, he felt much more comfortable. Of course, for him, this degree of rain would not cause him to catch a cold. The main reason was to take care of Yun Shuqian. He didn't want to see She Ha Soo Ha Soo sniffed.

Continue to blow her shoes. Fortunately, her shoes are not very wet. After blowing her shoes, Song Jiamu will continue to blow her shoes.

How happy it was to run in the rain with the flower girl on my back just now, how embarrassing it is to blow the shoes now.

His feet and shoes didn't smell bad, but when they got wet and dried with a hairdryer, a strange sulfuric smell filled the air, so he had to open the balcony door and blow near the balcony.

After drying one shoe and preparing to blow the other, Yun Shuqian finished the shower.

Just like before, she changed into dry shorts and pajamas, her washed hair was wrapped in a towel, her face was blushing, and she held the clothes she just changed in her arms. The water temperature in her bath was relatively high, and every time she opened the door Sometimes, the bathroom will come out of mist like a fairyland in a fairyland.

"Did you finish washing so soon?"

Song Jiamu looked at the time, it was only 10 minutes, after all, she had to wash her hair, so this time is considered very fast.

"Go and wash... why don't you wear clothes!"

Yun Shu stared at him shyly, looking at his strong and streamlined upper body, when she passed by him, she saw the clearly visible teeth marks on his shoulders, which were now slightly purple, The reserved girl suddenly lost her composure.

"I'm not wearing any pants either."

"...Who would know such a thing!!"

The girl raised her small fist and was about to hit him, Song Jiamu hurriedly took a pair of underpants from the bed, and ran into the bathroom in a hurry.

Yun Shuqian was preoccupied with the fact that he was not wearing underpants, carried the dirty clothes to the balcony, and saw his unwashed clothes in the basin.

While helping him to wash his clothes and underpants, he murmured about his 'pervert', 'pervert' and 'dead pervert'

The clothes of both of them were light shorts and T-shirts, and they were washed quite quickly. After washing the clothes and hanging them to dry, she sat on the sofa again and picked up the hair dryer to blow dry his other shoe.

While helping him blow his shoes, he whispered 'stinky feet', 'stinky feet', and 'big stinky feet'

When Song Jiamu came out, what he saw was this scene - the girl retched from time to time, her delicate little nose was wrinkled, and the hair dryer was not blowing his hair, but blowing his shoes.

"Your shoes stink!"

"... Please believe that these shoes don't smell bad in the first place."

"I do not believe!"

Yun Shuqian reached into the shoe and felt it, making sure it was dry inside, then threw the shoe away, and ran to the bathroom to wash her hands.

Song Jiamu was blowing his hair, looking at the two sets of clothes outside the balcony, his heart was warm.

Yun Shuqian came out of the bathroom and sat cross-legged by the bed.

Song Jiamu poured a glass of ginger water and handed it to her, connected the hair dryer to the bedside socket, pulled the cord and sat down behind her, untied the towel that wrapped her hair, the girl's black and beautiful hair fell down, and the air There is a faint fragrance of hair wafting in it.

She took a sip of the ginger water, and it was warm from her throat to her stomach.

She closed her eyes, feeling his gentle movements, and the warm breath wrapped her around her. When she was in a good mood, her feet moved playfully.

"How about it, does this vacation feel more perfect now?"

"Well, it's okay~... You, don't pinch my earlobe, it's itchy."

Song Jiamu massaged her head, gently twirled her earlobe with his thumb and forefinger, the girl's earlobe was extraordinarily soft, as if pinching a cotton candy, tender and soft, one couldn't help it I want to suck and taste it.

Her ears are super sensitive, Song Jiamu only pinched for a short while, and she shrank her shoulders, not allowing him to pinch any more.

He sat beside her, took her two hands over again, gently squeezed them for her, and clasped his fingers together.

She closed her eyes, but she wasn't shy any more, but her face was slightly flushed, and occasionally she would hold him back with a little force, and the corners of her mouth had a cute curve that couldn't be concealed.

"Okay, it's your turn."

Song Jiamu took away the pillow and lay down on the bed sideways.

"Hmph, see if I don't step on you..."

Yun Shuqian giggled, and climbed onto the bed, leaning on the wall with one hand, first stepped on his waist with his left foot, and then stepped on his right foot.

Just standing still like this, Song Jiamu let out a pleasant 'drink~'.

He really believed in the online meme about 'I can't carry a bag of rice, but if I were a girl, I can not only resist, but also run'.

With Yun Shuqian carrying ninety pounds on his back, he ran a full three kilometers. It would be a lie to say that he was not tired, but now his whole body is weak and trembling, with a lot of soreness.

The feeling of being stepped on by Yun Shuqian is wonderful and addictive.

The feeling of stepping on Song Jiamu is also wonderful and addictive.

After gaining experience, Yun Shuqian did not fall down so easily. Her legs seemed to be walking on the spot, gently stepping back and forth on his waist and back, and occasionally rubbing his buttocks with her left foot. , and occasionally rubbed his shoulder with his right foot.

All in all, it was a very interesting event for both parties.

When trying to see if she could stand without leaning on the wall, Yun Shuqian fell off his back with a bang, and she fell beside Song Jiamu, giggling happily.

"You are not allowed to move! If you move, I will not be able to stand still!"

"That tightrope walker can stand firm, it must be because your skills are too poor."

"I won't step on you."

"Stand on for another 5 minutes."

"No, go away, I'm going to sleep."

"Okay, okay, go to bed then."

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian adjusted their positions, put the pillows back on the side of the bed, and the two of them lay down on the bed together.

"Then I turned off the light?"

"The phone... take it to charge, and I have to go back tomorrow morning."

"Ten tickets at ten o'clock, we should be able to sleep until we wake up naturally?"

"I must set an alarm clock, eight o'clock, if I oversleep, I will be a pig!"

"You are a pig, I wake up at seven o'clock at the latest."

"You are the pig, you are the pig."

Thinking of something again, Yun Shuqian reminded him: "Have you told Auntie and the others yet?"

"No, didn't you tell me not to say anything?"

"I said the car at ten o'clock tomorrow!"

"Oh, let me tell you something."

Song Jiamu picked up his phone and sent a message to Li Yuan: [Mom, we'll go back at ten o'clock tomorrow, and leave a meal at noon]

Li Yuan made a video call.

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian, who were lying on the same bed, panicked instantly.

The reserved girl immediately lifted the quilt with a guilty conscience, planning to hide in the bathroom.

"Where are you going?"

"Hide, hide! Don't pick it up yet!"

"You just need to hide under the quilt, I'll turn off the light."

"Then don't turn on the lights!"

Yun Shuqian quickly hid under the quilt, Song Jiamu turned off the light, propped himself up and sat up against the head of the bed, leaving only a small desk lamp, and then connected the video call.

"Mom, are you still asleep?"

"...It's only ten o'clock, you went to bed so early?"

Li Yuan watched the video, only Song Jiamu was in the picture, the lights were dim, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

"Ah, I've been walking for another day today, so I'll get up early tomorrow and go to bed early."

"What about Qianqian?"

Yun Shuqian's body tensed up in the quilt, her heart beat faster, and she secretly pressed Song Jiamu's hand against Song Jiamu through the quilt, signaling him not to slip up.

"She's in the next room, she's probably asleep too."

"Well, that's fine, pay attention to safety on the way back."

Li Yuan hung up the phone.

The girl hiding under the blanket breathed a sigh of relief.

Be good, Auntie would never have thought that she would sleep next to her son...

Woo!
"Okay, go to sleep."

Song Jiamu also felt irritated. He plugged his phone back in to charge and left the small desk lamp on. He straightened the quilt and lay down again.

After a while, the flower girl who was about to be smothered in the quilt finally got her head out.

Without speaking, she moved her body slightly, just like Song Jiamu, she turned sideways and looked at him with a pretty blushing face.

Song Jiamu was also looking at him. There was a small desk lamp, and the warm orange light made each other's faces look soft and clear.

Like playing with a wooden figure, she doesn't talk, he doesn't talk, she doesn't close her eyes, and he doesn't close them either.

The two of them just stared at each other.

I don't know how long he watched, the corner of Song Jiamu's mouth curled up a little, and he held back, but Yun Shuqian couldn't help it because of this funny look, he giggled, and then Song Jiamu also laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked with a smile.

"I didn't laugh! You laughed first!" She said with a smile, "Then why are you laughing?"

"I want to laugh just looking at you."

"...Are you trying to say that I look as stupid as your little goldfish?" She clenched her fists.

"I didn't say that, you said it yourself."

"Go to hell."

Yun Shuqian punched him bang bang.

She tucked the corner of the quilt and said, "Anyway, you can't talk nonsense to your uncles and aunts about what happened to us these few days."

"Can you help me with my laundry?"

"No."

"Can we go to Faxi Temple to seek marriage?"

"No."

"Can we hold hands and sleep in the same bed?"

"No."

"Can we get in the rain together?"

"No."

"Then I like you, can you say no?"

"..."

When he said what he knew, the girl's breath was short and her mind went blank.

"...No, you can't."

"..."

Song Jiamu looked at her with eager eyes, and he said softly, "Since we can't say anything, can I hold your hand to sleep tonight?"

Yun Shuqian's face was already blushing, and she asked back with a fierce look: "You, why did you hold my hand to sleep?"

"Because I want to try."

"..."

She didn't speak, but quietly stretched out a hand from under the quilt, with her elbow bent and her palm facing upwards.

Song Jiamu leaned over with the other hand, also bent his elbow, palm down, lightly pressed it on her palm, held her hand, and interlocked his fingers.

Because they were lying on their sides, the hands they were holding were in front of them, and they could see each other.

The girl's pupils trembled, her heart beat violently, her palms were sweating all of a sudden, but at the same moment, it blended with the sweat in his palms.

"Then you try it now, how does it feel?"

"Your hands are small and soft, like a baby."

As soon as Yun Shuqian heard the word "little baby", she felt that she couldn't exert all her strength. She shrank her neck, buried her mouth in the quilt, and spoke in a low voice.

"You, you said it last time."

"But it still looks like a baby."

"Aren't you ashamed..."

She didn't know if Song Jiamu was ashamed or not, but she felt that she was going to die of shame.

"Little baby~little baby~"

Song Jiamu said with sour teeth.

"Oh...you're so annoying!"

Yun Shuqian was about to writhe, and stretched out the other hand to punch him, so he didn't dare to make a toothache sound.

"Song Jiamu."

"Ok?"

"You, why do you like me?" She looked at him boldly.

Song Jiamu also looked at her, and said seriously: "I like your face, your hands, your waist, your legs, everything about you!" When talking about hands, he squeezed hers .

"...So in the end, it's actually lust, right?"

"Uh... I like your eyes, your nose, your mouth, your hair, everything about you!" Song Jiamu corrected.

"...Although it doesn't sound that lustful, it's still lustful!"

"That's only for you."

"..."

Yun Shuqian thought about it for a while, and for a girl, she must like it if only one person treats her harshly.

"How good are we now?" Song Jiamu asked her.

"In view of your bad behavior of using me to block the rain, I will deduct points for you. Now we are only so good." She pinched out a point of her finger to show him.

"It's only one third! Hey, I'm carrying you on my back, not using you to keep out the rain."

"That's it!"

"Ok."

Song Jiamu rubbed his body, moved closer to her, and asked softly:

"Then do you know that after the age of 22, the country will issue a certificate to the best person in the world?"

"..."

There seemed to be warmth in his gaze, which made her heart pause for a moment, and then she ran wildly like she couldn't stop.

Yun Shuqian was still holding Song Jiamu's hand, but her cheeks blushed layer by layer, like cherry blossoms blooming brilliantly all over the mountain.

"I know... I don't even know!"

"Then do you know or don't you know?"

Song Jiamu was still thinking about her 'know or not know', but she blushed and hid under the covers and never came out again.

(End of this chapter)