Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 148 Song Pig's Head is Broken (Subscribe)

The old wounds haven't healed, and new scars have been added, the small teeth marks on his shoulders are still there, and now her thighs are purple again from her pinch.

During this trip to Suzhou and Hangzhou, Song Jiamu returned home with an injury.

After checking out of the hotel, the two walked to the subway station together. The morning sun was shining brightly, and the sky after the rain was extraordinarily clean.

Yun Shuqian raised her head, the sky in the distance was clear blue, and there were a few clouds like cotton balls, such a good weather made her mood very clear.

"Look, Song Jiamu, the sky is so blue!"

"Then next time we go to the beach together, it will be summer, and the sky by the sea is more beautiful, with blue, golden, and colorful ones."

"And a colorful sky?"

"Ah."

Song Jiamu nodded, and various colorful bikinis appeared in his mind.

He looked at Yun Shuqian beside him, and imagined that she was wearing a cute swimsuit—only a cute swimsuit suits her best. The swimming trunks are cherry pink with a skirt, and the swimsuit is also a complete set. , then give her a big beach hat, and finally imagine her stupidly squatting on the ground to build a sand castle, and the bottom of the castle is hollowed out, and the moment she shows off to him, the castle collapses, and she just sits Cry on the ground!The kind of crying that wants the feet to push the sand back and forth!
When carrying out such malicious imaginations, Song Jiamu was in a happy mood, and finally avenged her for biting him and pinching his thigh.

"...What are you laughing at? Why can you smile so obscenely while looking at the sky?" Yun Shuqian looked up at him suspiciously.

"No, I'm just having fun imagining."

"Is there me?"

"……Have."

She shrank her shoulders, raised her small hand to cover the collar of her shirt, and looked at him vigilantly.

"I feel like I've been treated very evil in your imagination."

"Nothing." Song Jiamu said quickly.

"Are you thinking about me pinching you?"

"...I'm not so stingy!"

Song Jiamu was terrified. Could it be that this woman was really a roundworm in his stomach? !

He lowered his head and looked at the pretty girl beside him. She was wearing a long skirt on the day of departure, and she was wearing a cute short skirt on the day of her return. She didn't change much in appearance, and her skin looked even brighter under the bright sunshine. She was white and tender, and occasionally he would imagine himself pinching her like her, and he was sure that with her white and tender skin, water could be squeezed out with the lightest force.

Of course, Song Jiamu didn't dare to pinch her. Even when he touched her small hands, he was afraid that he would hurt her with too much force.

Psychologically, this phenomenon of "wanting to pinch and pinch when seeing cute things" is called cute aggression, which is the word Song Jiamu told her last time, cute aggression.

This is the brain's self-protection to prevent you from being cute to death by her.

After all, she is so petite, soft and tender that people really want to hold her in their arms and bully her fiercely.

Wait... Yun Shuqian likes to pinch me so much, is it because he has loved me so much?

Thinking of this, Song Jiamu felt happy again.

"Humph."

Yun Shuqian didn't believe his nonsense, and he refused to tell her what he was thinking, but the obscene and perverted smile on the corner of his mouth made the girl confirm that he must be thinking about something bad.

There is no reason to pinch him now, so she also imagined that the sand castle she had piled up casually collapsed, and Song Zhutou beside her was laughing, and then she finally found a chance, ran over excitedly, and piled him up with a buttock The sand castle was flattened, and he held his head angrily, 'Oh no~! ''You devil! '

Her little hands tugged at the strap of her bag, and the arcs of her tender fingers seemed a little teasing, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked up. The bright sunlight fell on her body through the shade of the trees, and there was a wave of light around her hair. There was a beautiful halo, but she smiled badly.

Song Jiamu just looked at her in silence for a long time until his heart felt cold.

"I feel like I'm being treated inhumanly in your mind..."

"……what?"

"It's nothing, I'm wearing a mask, I'm entering the subway!"

"The mask is in the big bag."

"Which one?"

"My that!"

Song Jiamu just stood still, he was carrying her big backpack on his chest, and his own big backpack on his back. Passers-by would never think that both bags belonged to him, because her backpack was a piece of powder. color.

Yun Shuqian stood in front of him, with her small bag and large water bottle slung across her body, she reached out and unzipped the zipper of the floral-colored backpack on Song Jiamu's chest, and took out two masks from it.

Song Jiamu lowered his head, and she tiptoed slightly to help him put the mask on. His nose bridge was high, and she pinched his nose bridge with her tender fingers to make the mask fit better.

After putting on the mask for him, she then put on the mask for herself, tilted her head slightly and raised her hair, and hooked the strap of the mask behind her ear, and the same for the strap on the other side.

The action of the girl pulling her hair is very moving.

Song Jiamu had sharp eyes and quick hands, stretched out his hand and pinched her delicate nose, so that the mask fit her face well.

Yun Shuqian rolled her eyes and stared at him. Her face was small, but after wearing the mask, her eyes appeared bigger and brighter. She didn't know that this guy just wanted to pinch her nose.

Walking into the subway, the flow of people suddenly increased, and the health code itinerary card passed the security check. After a whole set of procedures, the two finally came to the subway and waited.

Today is the last day of the holiday, and it is also the peak period for the return journey, and there are many people waiting for the subway.

Yun Shuqian and Song Jiamu stood next to each other. The car hadn't arrived yet. Looking at the reflection of the glass in front of her, she took out her mobile phone to take a picture.

"Except for the difference in the subway station, your photo doesn't show any different elements from before departure."

"Then how do you say..."

"so."

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed her left hand.

Yun Shuqian's body tensed a little, but after feeling the warmth from his palm, she gradually relaxed again. Her left hand seemed to have no strength, and her five fingers spread loosely, but if you observe carefully, her fingers Still a little nervous.

Seeing her loosen her fingers, Song Jiamu slid his fingers in along her fingers. She clenched her little hand again, and Song Jiamu clenched it too, so they interlocked their fingers intimately.

Yun Shuqian looked at the reflection on the glass, the glass was as clean as a mirror.

For the first time, she saw the two intertwined fingers from a third-person perspective.

He is carrying two big schoolbags, she is wearing a youthful and cute short skirt, the two are very close to each other, their hands are intertwined, waiting for the subway like the most common couple .

Sure enough, what Song Jiamu said was right, even if it was the same thing, if two people were together, the feeling would be completely different.

When she took the subway alone, she would also envy the couple holding hands in front of her, but now, she is also being led by someone.

Changes always happened unconsciously, and when she suddenly thought back, she realized that the relationship between her and Song Jiamu seemed to have reached a new level in the past five days.

Yun Shuqian took out her mobile phone and took this picture against the glass.

"The trip is over, let's go home!"

The moment the photo was frozen on the screen, the train entered the station, and the lights and shadows on the glass crisscrossed. She saw a lot of people. At such a moment, she felt as if she was traveling through a time tunnel in a time machine.

When she came to her senses, Song Jiamu had already led her into the car.

"Do you want to get into my arm? That way others can't touch you."

"No."

"I really don't want it, there are so many people."

"It can't be like this. I'm not as good as you now. After we go back, we can't hold hands anymore."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Song Jiamu actually listened to her, he let go of his hand in a snap, before Yun Shuqian could react, her little hand was still holding him tightly, and he just slipped away like this!
The poor little hand was not held by anyone, and the sweat in the palm evaporated quickly in the air, bringing a trace of coolness to the palm. She suddenly felt that the crowd that had disappeared in the subway appeared densely in an instant, bringing a noisy crowd. Sounds and messy smells, countless people packed this small compartment to the brim, but she felt empty in her heart.

The girl's small mouth under the mask pouted, and her big eyes looked at him resentfully. Song Jiamu was looking at her mobile phone.

As the train started, the crowd pushed back one by one, and she got into Song Jiamu's arm in a jiffy. I declare in advance that this was not intentional.

"Stand firmly, you have to stand sideways, with your feet spread out, and you will definitely not be able to stand firmly if you stand back and forth."

Song Jiamu didn't support anything, he stood firmly, and when she rushed over, he put his arms around her so that no one else could squeeze her.

"Oh."

Yun Shuqian spoke softly, but she didn't get out of his arms, and just stood obediently in his arms.

She suddenly hated her backpack a little. He was carrying her big backpack on his chest, and there was this big backpack between them.

Why couldn't Song Jiamu follow others and put his backpack on top of his head?
"Are you carrying two bags heavy? Why don't you give me my backpack..."

"No, it's ok."

"..."

The backpack in the middle was really annoying, so she stood on his left, her skirt swaying slightly with the car.

There were no poles around her to support her, so she reached out and pinched the corner of his clothes.

As the train drove on, Yun Shuqian missed Song Jiamu's love. If he took the initiative to hold her like he just got on the train, she would definitely agree. After all, there are so many people in the car, he is afraid that she will get lost Ah, of course, she would definitely not ask for this, otherwise he would think that she is a girl who can hold hands casually.

Seeing that Song Jiamu didn't respond, she had no choice but to be bold, and grabbed his arm with her small hand.

His arms are so thick and thick!

Her hands are so small, she can't hold them with one hand at all!

I had to start from his elbow and move towards his palm bit by bit.

When it reached his wrist, she barely managed to grab it.

Yun Shuqian secretly looked up at Song Jiamu, who was concentrating on looking at the scenery outside the car window - the dark tunnel.

So she moved her hand down again, and her soft fingertips touched his palm.

As if turning on a certain switch, his half-clasped palms opened naturally.

Her hand slipped in, and she embed her fingers between his. There was also a switch here, and his open palms closed together, holding her hand tightly, interlocking her fingers.

This was the first time she took the initiative to hold Song Jiamu's hand.

Feeling that she didn't experience it well this time, she shyly shook her palm again, pulled her little hand out of his palm, and then started from his wrist again, and moved closer to his palm little by little until he held it tightly again. she.

whee.

This process gave her a strange pleasure, and reminded her of the strange game of mutual insults she played with him when she was a child.

The girl pulled out her hand again, and continued to experience the feeling that she took the initiative to hold his hand, and then he grasped it.

The boring subway journey also became interesting, and she had a great time.

Until the ninth time, she inserted her fingers between his fingers, but Song Jiamu's five fingers were all open in a daze, as if the switch had been broken, and she refused to close it again.

Yun Shuqian became anxious, and stretched out her other hand, like he did last time, closing his fingers one by one, letting him hold her hand.

But just as she left her other hand, his palm opened again in a daze.

It's over, I can't close it anymore, has Song Zhutou been ruined by her play?

"Want it?" he asked.

Yun Shuqian lowered her head and didn't speak, but her heartbeat continued to speed up, and her little ears were turning red a little...

"Want it?" he asked again.

The girl kept her mouth shut, but her throat had a thought of her own, and she let out a soft 'um'

So her hand was finally held, fingers intertwined, as if attracted by a magnet, and never separated again.

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