Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 235 Don't Write On Your Face Easily

"You don't move."

"...Isn't the insult enough? Yun Shuqian, let me tell you, you must be responsible to me!"

"I didn't say I'm not responsible for you."

It was already 11:30 at night, Song Jiamu was sitting on the head of the bed, Yun Shuqian was sitting on his lap, holding a pen in his hand, writing on his face.

"What words did you write?"

Song Jiamu looked at her helplessly, his head remained motionless, and the tip of the pen slid across his skin, feeling a little cool.

"you guess."

The girl giggled badly, and didn't mention what happened just now. Sure enough, curiosity killed the cat. She was ashamed as Song Jiamu was, but why did she always feel so fulfilled?So much so that she couldn't help but write on his face.

A total of nine characters, three characters on the forehead, three characters on the left face, and three characters on the right face.

Yun Shuqian also felt that the handwriting was not deep enough, and each stroke had to be painted back and forth two or three times, which brought great difficulty to Song Jiamu's blind guessing.

"I can guess what the three characters are." Song Jiamu confirmed.

"Which three?"

Yun Shuqian had finished writing, she straddled his arms, looked at her work with satisfaction, and took out her mobile phone to take a photo of him.

"Your name, Yun Shuqian, is on the right side of my face."

Song Jiamu tapped the three characters on his right face.

"Yes, yes, it seems that you really have a soft spot for my name!"

Yun Shuqian was very happy, holding his shoulders with both hands, and leaned down to reward him with a kiss. If he guessed another word, she would definitely write his face all over.

"So what are the remaining six words?"

"Don't tell you."

"I'll see for myself..."

As Song Jiamu said, he was about to lean over to get the mirror, but Yun Shuqian grabbed his hand and refused to let him take it.

"Don't look at it, and don't erase it."

"Yun Shuqian, do you love me to death? How naive to write your name on my face!"

"You are the childish ghost!"

"But don't you just like me being naive?"

Song Jiamu likes that she sits straddling his arms like this, his hands can wrap around her waist, the girl's waist is surprisingly slender, and occasionally when he gets tired from hugging, he can also put his palms down so that they will fall on her. On her thighs, the girl's thighs were full of tight elasticity.

Song Jiamu put his hands on her knees, pulled her back-bent calves forward, and let those snowy, tender and slender feet wrap around his waist.

He put his hands on her back, hugged her and leaned into his arms, she supported his shoulders with both hands, bent down and lowered her head, her hair was scattered on his shoulders and chest, Song Jiamu raised her chin cooperatively, and greeted him The kiss with the sweetness of watermelon in summer.

The first kiss between the two was in the summer eight years ago. I can’t remember the name of the TV series for a long time. I only remember the shadow of the curtain stretched by the evening sun, shaking in the early summer wind, the golden sun and the sunset , she and his head together, clumsily imitating.

Recalling the mood at that moment, there is only one heart beating wildly, the flowers and plants in the summer sun are growing wildly, the sun is setting, the cicadas are roaring, the passage of time seems to speed up a hundred times, and he and Yun Shuqian stare, But it is like eternity frozen in amber.

The long time has become the catalyst for him and Yun Shuqian, and every word and every word in the diary in the drawer can think of her, thinking about it is quite lucky.

"Song Jiamu, do you love me to death?"

"Yun Shuqian, I love you to death."

"Song Jiamu, I love you too."

"We two are so shameless, my father and mother, your father and mother are not at home, we just say these strange words and do strange things all day long."

"It's all your fault, Song Jiamu, do you remember?"

Yun Shuqian stretched out her fingers to touch the writing on his face, the writing was already dry and could not be easily wiped off.

Song Jiamu's upper body was shirtless, and her legs were covered with a long-sleeved T-shirt. The sleeves of the T-shirt were wrapped around his waist and tied into a bow. He used this T-shirt as pants to try to hide his shame. Some looked like native savages wrapped in banana leaves.

Don't ask him where his pants are, because they have just been washed and haven't been dried yet, Song Jiamu would have brought an extra set of clothes if he had known.

Yun Shuqian turned around and sat in his arms with her back against him. She put her white and tender calves on top of Song Jiamu's legs respectively, and stepped on his instep with her cute little feet, her toes playfully Dig into the gap between his toes.

Song Jiamu put his arms around her, put his head behind her shoulders, and spread out his toes cooperatively, but her feet were so small that they couldn't interlock their toes like hands.

However, the soles of the girl's feet are soft and moist, so it feels comfortable to be stepped on by her.

Song Jiamu held her little hand, and her hand was so small, and when he held it and pinched it gently, it looked like a baby, and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of pampering.

"Song Jiamu, if you stain my clothes, you have to pay me ten pieces... no, one hundred pieces!" Yun Shu warned with a blushing face.

The performance of the new book after it was put on the shelves gave Song Jiamu a lot of confidence. He calculated that if an average piece of clothing cost 200 yuan, he would be able to fill up her closet next month.

Being able to fill the closet of a girl he loves is quite a fulfilling thing for a man.

Song Jiamu didn't care about her warning at all. He was not as ashamed as before when he grew up so big, and made a fool of himself in front of Yun Shuqian. That kind of excitement still made his heart pound. jump.

"Facts have proved that I've been controlled by Yun Shuqian all my life."

He hugged her tightly, those slender arms, the slender collarbone, the swan-like slender white neck, the baby-like hands, the little feet, and the sweet fragrance of her hair , this is his childhood sweetheart, Young Shunran, and his beloved president of Yunda University.

Yun Shuqian struggled for a while, but he hugged her even tighter, the reserved girl had no choice but to give up and leaned softly in his arms.

"Yun Shuqian, how good are we now?"

"Well……"

Yun Shuqian tilted her head cutely and thought for a while, then got her hand out of his palm, counting with her fingers like a schoolboy.

Seeing her digging and searching, Song Jiamu quickly pulled her hand back and held it firmly in the palm of her hand, preventing her from counting so carefully.

"Three quarters and one good!"

It took a while for Yun Shuqian to figure out the relationship between her and Song Jiamu. Only she knew the specific criteria for judging, which reminded Song Jiamu of Monopoly.

"The two of us are like this, it's only three quarters of one point?!"

"uh-huh."

"How can it be 100% good?"

"Wait until you can get the certificate with me."

"After so long, our goodwill must have overflowed."

"It's about to overflow."

Yun Shuqian leaned her head on his chest, grabbed his hand and put it on her stomach, she wobbled her toes, and said: "I think the purpose of marriage is that our relationship is so good that it will overflow. It’s come to a point where we need a new relationship to contain this overflowing love.”

Song Jiamu looked down at her, from the top of his head to his toes, his nose pressed against her hair, smelling her unique aroma, even the most delicious candy was not as touching and sweet as she wanted to be eaten When her fragrance lingers around the tip of his nose, he can feel satisfied, but when he can't smell it, he always feels that something is missing.

Song Jiamu couldn't help rubbing his nose against her hair, and continued to kiss her cheek.

"According to what you said, with our current relationship, the three quarters and one point is good, and it will overflow."

"Yeah, so what should I do..."

"After this summer, let's get engaged."

While Yun Shuqian was in a daze, Song Jiamu had already caught the shy and cute little deer. He turned over and kissed her flat belly.

"Song Jiamu, don't..."

After Song Jiamu got into the quilt, the girl only had time to call his name, but the voice behind her couldn't be heard clearly because she covered her mouth.

The yawning kitten lying on the bedside table snapped off the light.

Can't you two watch TV tonight? !
……

The morning light fell into the window, sweeping the ground golden, stretched out on the quilt every year, stepped on the two people who were still lying in bed under the quilt, and jumped to the window.

Having slept well last night, Song Jiamu opened his eyes and saw Yun Shuqian, who was tightly attached to his body like a jigsaw puzzle.

She hasn't woken up yet, probably because what happened last night would feel ashamed even if it happened in a dream, now she is like a little ostrich, burying her head in his arms.

After Song Jiamu gently opened the distance, she could see her face clearly. Her skin was pink and delicate, without a trace of pores. Her eyelashes were long and curved, like two small brushes, breathing softly together. Blowing out from her delicate nose, the slightly baby-fat face was squeezed, and the small mouth pouted, revealing two lovely white teeth, sleeping obediently and sweetly.

"Song Jiamu..."

Song Jiamu, who was about to get up, heard her yelling, and thought she had woken up, but came over curiously, only to find that she was talking in sleep.

"...Don't take it off."

"..."

Song Jiamu was terrified and didn't know how to help her put on her clothes without waking her up, so he continued to hug her, with his palms on the smooth silky skin of her waist and back, and pulled up the quilt to cover her Delicate and tender shoulders.

Yun Shuqian's slightly open mouth closed when she was sleeping soundly, her long eyelashes trembled, her eyes were still closed, but she woke up quietly.

Recalling the sweetness of last night, how embarrassing! !

So much so that she woke up, but she didn't dare to wake up, so she just continued to pretend to be asleep.

It's a pity that her gradually accelerating heartbeat and blushing face betrayed her. Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled, and he tightened the girl in his arms, and whispered in her ear, "Are you awake?"

"No."

"But your heart beats so fast."

"...You go out first."

"What?"

"Go get dressed!!"

Yun Shuqian bit him on the shoulder in embarrassment, Song Jiamu yelled in pain, and hurried out of the bed like a wild man, and ran into the bathroom.

"close the door!"

"boom."

The door of the bathroom was closed, temporarily separating the two of them, and the cool girl breathed a sigh of relief.

A small white hand stretched out from the side of the quilt, groping aimlessly on the bed, Niannian thoughtfully took her clothes and put them next to her hand, this little hand grabbed the clothes, and shyly dragged them into the bed. Under the covers, everything started to move.

Nothing happened last night, but something seemed to have happened. In short, Yun Shuqian felt that she might be half as perverted as Yuan Caiyi.

During the night when the elders were all out, she actually did many strange things with Song Zhutou, but just thinking about it made her feel ashamed.

But why...why are you so happy? !
Song Jiamu didn't expect, and neither did Yun Shuqian, that his birthday wish would be fulfilled before winter came.

all!every inch!
Just thinking about it, the girl who hadn't even put on her clothes rolled all over the bed in shame, kicking the air with her legs vigorously, as if she could kick him by doing so.

"Song Jiamu!"

After putting on her shirt, Yun Shuqian got her head out of the quilt, and she shouted to the bathroom.

"what happened?"

"Did you hide my panties?"

"It has been washed off for you, isn't it very sweet."

"...Go to hell!"

Yun Shuqian let out a strange cry, and got into the bed again.

The clothes in the washing machine have already been dried, and generally Yun Shuqian rarely uses this function. She prefers to hang the clothes to dry, soaking up the smell of sunshine.

Song Jiamu was arranging the drying clothes when the bathroom door opened with a bang, and Yun Shuqian walked in after changing.

"Next time you are in the bathroom, I will come in without knocking." Song Jiamu said.

"Do you want purple on your thighs, or purple on your waist?"

Yun Shu snorted lightly, picked up the mouthwash cup, and squeezed some toothpaste onto the toothbrush.

Song Jiamu brought a toothbrush over last night, squeezed her toothpaste too, stood behind her and brushed her teeth together.

The two brushed their teeth one after the other, the height difference looked very cute, and they looked at each other in the mirror.

"The clouds are sparse."

"Ok?"

"I like you."

"...Don't talk, the toothpaste bubbles are all on my hair."

"No."

Song Jiamu looked at his own face in the mirror, and there were still words written by Yun Shuqian last night on his face.

"'Exclusively for Yun Shuqian's man', have I been labeled as a factory?"

Song Jiamu read the nine characters one by one from his forehead, right cheek, and left cheek, and Yun Shuqian felt a little embarrassed when he heard it, feeling possessive and mischievous like a child.

"Don't wash it off, you know?"

"I don't wash it. I'll show my parents when they come back."

"...you wash it off!"

Yun Shuqian panicked, wet her hands quickly, and was about to wipe his face, but Song Jiamu didn't wash it, and grabbed her little hand, hiding her face.

"If you are capable, don't wash it all day!"

"I'm going for a run, you make breakfast and wait for me."

Song Jiamu put on his running shoes and vest, revealing the red marks on the back of his shoulders from scratched nails.

Under the gaze of the girl and the cat on the balcony, he ran into the sunny morning in southern Jiangsu with the nine characters on his face, waving to everyone who looked at him.

　The new book "This senior sister is too normal" by the cat who does not sleep late

　　
　
(End of this chapter)