Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 182 It's Difficult From Extravagant To Frugal (Subscribe)
"Song~Jia~Mu~!"

"Ok?"

"You, don't rub, tickle!"

It was around 10:30 in the evening, and the two had finished typing and were lying on the bed playing games together.

Intimate physical contact between a man and a woman can quickly increase the temperature of the relationship. When touching without shame, the kind of charming and ambiguous will keep the heartbeat at a pleasant frequency, which will stimulate the secretion of hormones and other hormones. secretion.

For girls, the eyes will be moisturized and become clearer like water, the skin will be more delicate and rosy, and look radiant. For boys, no matter how bad it is, it can dispel the fatigue of a whole day's work and study. clean.

Song Jiamu was lying on the bed, Yun Shuqian was lying on his back next to him, and the kitten also jumped up and lay on Yun Shuqian's belly.

"Come on, let's hook our arms up."

"No."

"Come on, come on."

Song Jiamu bent his arms back in an arc, and Yun Shuqian inserted her slender arms into the arc he bent, and their arms were locked tightly.

"Then we hook up the legs too."

"No."

"Come on, come on."

"...how to tick?"

Song Jiamu propped up the gap between his outstretched legs, and Yun Shuqian tacitly inserted his pair of white legs into the gap, then he adjusted his posture slightly, and the two people's outstretched legs were entangled .

After taking a bath, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were both wearing shorts, so that when they stretched their legs and wrapped them around, the skin contact area of ​​the legs was much larger than the skin contact area of ​​the arms.

The girl's legs were warm and moist, her skin was as smooth as satin, and the itchy irritation came from the contact part, and a blush crept up her already pink cheeks.

Sensitive, she immediately wanted to twitch her legs subconsciously, but Song Jiamu tightly entangled her.

Yun Shuqian giggled, her body twisted uncontrollably on his back, but her hands and feet were all entangled with him, and she couldn't run if he didn't let go, she twisted like a little stinky maggot .

"Don't tick...don't tick...what a shame! Song Jiamu...Song Jiamu! Let me go..."

Yun Shuqian was tickled and laughed until she couldn't catch her breath last time, even her threatening voice seemed to be begging for mercy.

The little cat also stepped on her curiously, and turned around to look at their entangled legs like two snakes. The little cat's tail swept across Yun Shuqian's neck, and the feathery The tickling feeling made her laugh even more.

"Is it that sensitive?"

Instead of letting go of her, Song Jiamu locked her even tighter, and then twisted his body maliciously, rubbing her to itch.

"Hate... hate! I don't want to play anymore! Let go... haha, please... woo... haha."

Yun Shuqian felt that she was going to be broken, she couldn't move her arms and legs, and he was moving under her body like a massage chair, she could only move her head, lying flat on his back, she tried her best to look up at the two The entangled legs, the pretty face flushed, startled and laughing, the heartbeat was so fast that it was about to pop out, and I felt like I didn't know how to breathe.

After a long while, Song Jiamu finally let go of his hands and feet, and the girl who was tortured to the point of death by such charm and itching was able to break free.

"You are dying! You are dying!"

Yun Shuqian was ashamed and annoyed, she refused to lie back to back with him anymore, she rolled over and sat on his waist, turned around, raised her delicate little feet and stepped on his shoulders and arms angrily, There was still a pillow in his arms, and he would shoot the stinky rascal to death, always coaxing her to play these shameful games.

Although I played like this when I was a child, how can it be the same as now!

She has turned into a 20-year-old girl!He has also turned into a 20-year-old boy!

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, if you beat me to death, no one will play with you..."

"Who wants to play!"

Song Jiamu grabbed another pillow and covered his head and pretended to be dead. He couldn't get up for a while.

Yun Shuqian hummed and thought, don't let her find a chance, otherwise she will tie him firmly to the chair with ropes and belts, or tie him to the bed in a large font, and let him try it and be unable to move What is it like.

At that time, she will take a feather and scratch the soles of his feet well, making him laugh like this, crying and begging for mercy!

Fortunately, there was no one else at home, otherwise, even if the door was closed, she yelled so loudly just now, I am afraid that if someone heard it, they would have misunderstood it.

But then again.

Yun Shuqian thought it was quite amusing...

Probably only when they were together with Song Zhutou, the two played such a shameless game of insulting each other.

Yun Shuqian was sitting on his waist. The fight just now made her feel too hot even with the air conditioner on.

Tender fingers hooked the messy hair scattered on her cheeks, and smoothed it behind her ears. She hugged the pillow and lay back lazily on his back.

It's really nice for the two of them to be like this. Every day, what she looks forward to the most is after she finishes typing at night, after she takes a shower, he helps her dry her hair, and then they play games together like this shamelessly.

Occasionally, I even naively fantasize that it would be great to stay in this hour for 24 hours a day.

The girl's soft and delicate body slid down from his back, and she lay on her side beside him, with her head resting on his arm, and her hair touched his arm and face.

Song Jiamu lay on the bed, turned his face around, the hair on his cheek scratched him a little bit, but his arm was pressed by her head, so he could only blow air upwards with the corner of his mouth tilted, trying to blow away the hair on his face , after all, his eyes were blinded by strands of hair.

"Don't blow on me, lustful!"

"I'm not blowing on you, I'm blowing on your hair, you see."

Yun Shuqian turned to look at him, and saw her hair covering his face, this feeling was strange.

She stretched out her fingers to help him brush the hair off his face, and Song Jiamu was able to open his eyes.

"Why are you still lying on your stomach? I won't be back-to-back with you anymore." Yun Shuqian asked knowingly, with a faint smile in her big eyes, as if she was inexplicably proud of letting him do this again.

"Want to know?"

"Do not want to."

Yun Shuqian didn't allow him to move, nor allowed him to turn over. She leaned on his arm and gently rubbed her head in his direction.

She lay on her side and looked at him, twirling a strand of her hair with her fingers, playfully tickling his face with this strand of hair.

When scratching the side of his face, Song Jiamu twisted the corner of his mouth;
When scratching his eyes, Song Jiamu closed them cooperatively.

When he scratched his nose, Song Jiamu took a deep breath and praised 'your hair smells so good'

When he scratched his lips, Song Jiamu opened his mouth and took this strand of her hair in his mouth.

"You, why do you eat everything!"

Yun Shuqian pulled the strands of hair out, and then stuck her fingers into his mouth.

Song Jiamu took advantage of the situation and gently stroked her fingertips with tenderness and slipperiness.

The girl blushed, her big eyes were fixed on the part where her lips and fingers met, she gently retracted her index finger from his mouth, then popped out her middle finger, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After a while, she retracted her wet middle finger from his mouth, and then stuffed her ring finger into his mouth.

Finally, the tender and soft little fingers also came out of his mouth. She clenched her little fist shyly, and suddenly pressed her face against him, and kissed him on the lips.

"Lust, my little girl—" Song Jiamu drew his voice, and looked at her who was blushing in front of her with the same wicked eyes.

"Obviously it's you!"

"Then I've eaten your fingers, you can't use them to do bad things."

"What's wrong?"

"Nostril picking."

"nausea!"

Yun Shuqian patted him angrily, and said, "Then you are not allowed to play this kind of game with other girls."

"I only play like this with my young tame Ranyun Shuqian."

Song Jiamu looked at her and said, "I have experienced all the childhood things with you, and now I want to experience all the adult things with you."

"Who wants to do that to you!"

"I'm talking about marriage."

"We're not that good..."

"How good is it now?"

Yun Shuqian stretched out her finger, the wetness on her finger had already dried, she calculated meticulously, pinched a section of her finger and told him: "Now we only have two quarters of one point."

"It's over, it's over, when will it be the best in the world?"

"Humph."

"Why don't you put the quilt and pillow in the closet, do you still want to sleep with me tonight?" Song Jiamu said.

He slept with her last night, but this morning almost had a big accident. The pillow and quilt that Yun Shuqian gave him were also confiscated, and they were kept on her bed.

Hearing his question, the reserved girl said: "Huh, what are you talking about? I rushed to class in the morning, and I will put them all in the cabinet later!"

"Ah."

"..."

Listening to his plain answer and slightly ambiguous eyes, Yun Shuqian felt a little guilty, and asked him in a low voice: "Then do you want to tell me that you want to sleep in my room tonight?"

"My mother has class in the first period tomorrow morning, and she will get up very early."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"She also gets up early the day after tomorrow."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"Wake up early, too."

Before she could ask further questions, Song Jiamu looked into her slightly anxious eyes and said, "From Tuesday to Friday, she has classes in the first period, and she wakes up very early."

Hearing what Song Jiamu said, the reserved girl became discouraged.

"Very disappointed?"

"...Thinking too much about you, who would want to sleep with you, not even for a day!"

"But if you take the initiative to tell me 'Ah Song Jiamu, I really want to sleep with you tonight, you can sleep with me', then I will take a big risk and not go back tonight."

"Ah Song Jiamu, I won't tell you that, you should die!"

At the end of this conversation, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian always have a feeling of deja vu?

"Oh, my brain is not working well. Who told me 'Song Jiamu, take me to school tomorrow', why can't I remember..."

"If you can't remember it, don't think about it!"

The girl was so ashamed that she got up to sit like a duck, and covered the head of this annoying ghost with a pillow, preventing him from talking.

Song Jiamu got up, his strength was so great, how could Yun Shuqian hold him down.

He stretched out his arm suddenly, and threw the petite her down.

Pulling the pillow to make her lie down, pressing her slender shoulders to prevent her from getting up, Yun Shuqian was shocked and laughed, her legs were kicking and bouncing, Song Jiamu pulled the quilt to cover her, her little face was red Yes, her young chest rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing, and she grabbed the edge of the quilt with both hands.

"Go to bed obediently, it's past eleven o'clock."

Song Jiamu helped her tidy up the messy bed, and then put the dolls on her bed beside her pillow.

"Tonight, there will be Xiongxiong, Tiantian, Zhouzhou, Yueyue... and Niannian will sleep with you." Song Jiamu hugged the kitten beside her pillow.

After yawning every year, the little cat can sleep anywhere.

"Song Jiamu!"

When Song Jiamu was about to get out of bed and leave, Yun Shuqian, who was lying obediently under the quilt, stopped him.

"what happened?"

"... Good night, Zhutou Song."

After she finished saying this, Song Jiamu plugged in her night light and turned off the lights in the room.

In the dark, he pushed back her hair, held her little hand outside the quilt, and leaned over to kiss her smooth forehead.

Then he moved his head down slightly again, so that his lips rested on top of hers.

Since he wasn't allowed to kiss his boss on the mouth, he just stayed very close to her lips and didn't move.

So the girl who was already lying down raised her chin and kissed him on the lips.

"Good night, cloud pig woman."

Song Jiamu touched her forehead and rubbed each other's noses before getting up and leaving.

Taking her key, he helped her turn off the light in the living room, closed the door for her, and went back to her room peacefully tonight.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

Recalling that two months ago, even if the girl slept dishonestly, she fell asleep after lying on the bed for a short time. Later, she had to make video calls with him every day to fall asleep, and now...

Lying on the familiar bed was very comfortable, but she felt that something was missing. She stretched out her arm and felt a few times where Song Jiamu was originally lying.

I didn't touch the big, warm and strong Song Zhutou, only the empty quilt.

She gathered the quilt into the shape of Song Jiamu, hugged the quilt firmly in her arms, buried her little face in it and smelled it, and there was his smell.

On nights without Song Zhutou, I miss him and covet his body.

(End of this chapter)