Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 70 Don't Say That To Others (Please Subscribe)

"Can you do it? You seem very tired, why don't you take a rest?"

"I swear, this is the last time in your life you'll ask me if I'm okay."

Song Jiamu suddenly regained his strength, carried the heavy flowerpot filled with soil and cats, and continued walking towards the community.

The golden sunset light shone on his face, and there were slight beads of sweat on his forehead, which gathered into more beads, flowed down his temples, hung on his chin, and then dripped down.

It's so damn heavy!

If you are carrying a weight of [-] to [-] catties, you don't think it's a big deal. The key is to hold it, which is equivalent to walking two kilometers from the market to home with a bucket of water, but it can make him very tired.

Of course, if it was instead hugging a girl, then Song Jiamu wouldn't feel the weight, and he could even run.

"Yun Shuqian, how much do you weigh?"

"I'm two hundred catties!"

"I'm serious."

"It's rude to ask a girl's weight, but I don't mind telling you, I'm ninety pounds."

Asking about a girl's weight is the same as asking about a boy's height. If a girl weighs less than 95 catties, then they don't mind telling you, just like boys who are 1.8 meters and older, they are completely willing to tell others their height.

In order to reconcile with her - the person involved thinks so, Song Jiamu thinks it's okay to spend a little energy, if Yun Shuqian is willing to sit in a flower pot like every year, he can't do it with the weight of a hundred catties hug.

"Look." Song Jiamu raised his chin, and the sweat dropped again.

"What?" Yun Shuqian thought he asked to look at the sky, and looked up: "The sunset glow is very beautiful, it seems that you are really good at it, and you can still enjoy the scenery at leisure."

"...I mean sweat, I'm sweating."

"Here."

Yun Shuqian took out a pack of tissues from her pocket, pulled out one and handed it to him.

But soon, she found that he seemed to have no time to pick up tissues.

"Do you want me to wipe it with my mouth?"

"That's not it, you still want me to wipe it for you?"

"It's nothing if we know each other so well."

Song Jiamu stood still, lowered his head and moved his face closer to her.

Yun Shu gave him a blank look, but in the end she stretched out her hand and wiped his sweat with a tissue.

"The eyes... over the eyebrows, sweat is flowing in, it's very hot."

"Oh, don't move around."

Rarely, Yun Shuqian's movements were very gentle, a tissue was gently placed on his face, and then along his chin, wiping the sweat off his neck.

She touched his Adam's apple, and touched it through a tissue with some curiosity.

Song Jiamu moved his Adam's apple, which was a little hard, and pressed against her fingers, feeling very amusing.

"You never had an Adam's apple before."

"Development, you didn't have breasts before, although now you also... ah!"

The soft flesh around his waist was attacked, and Song Jiamu didn't dare to speak nonsense.

Yun Shuqian glared at him fiercely, this guy always picks up which pot he doesn't open, and she is also working hard.

I still remember that when she was just developing, she found that her breasts were slightly swollen, and she panicked to death. Then when she was 20 years old, she found that her breasts were still slightly swollen, and she panicked even more.

Caiyi always said that falling in love is helpful for growth. After all, love can stimulate the secretion of a lot of estrogen, which is indeed quite reasonable.

Most of the well-developed girls have been in love in high school, and she has always been single.

Would it be too late if we start now?

Thinking about it, Yun Shuqian glanced at Song Jiamu secretly, and then at his hand. His palm was big, but she was not big enough to cover the area of ​​his palm.

Following his gaze again, there is a beautiful girl on the road not far away, wearing a JK skirt and white calf socks.

"Do you like to see girls dressed like this?" Yun Shuqian asked calmly.

"...What?" Song Jiamu withdrew his gaze.

"Here, young lady, aren't you watching?"

"I took a look twice."

Song Jiamu admitted it honestly, and quickly said: "But it's just looking at it with ordinary aesthetic eyes. Her legs are not as good-looking as yours. In our class... no, in our school, I think your legs are the most beautiful. And short skirts with calf socks are very particular about the shape of the legs, especially white stockings are easy to look fat, and if the skin is not white enough, it will look dark, but you will look very beautiful when you wear it."

He babbled, and Yun Shuqian rarely blushed.

Girls like to be praised by others, such as good-looking face and good-looking body, so it is easy to appear frivolous. But let’s subdivide it, praise her for good-looking eyes, good-looking nose, good-looking hands, good-looking legs, etc., then the girl will think that you pay attention to her, if If it happens to be someone she likes, then she will be very happy.

"You...you won't blush when you say that in front of a girl." Yun Shu snorted.

"I didn't lie, why should I blush?"

"Anyway, you are not allowed to tell other girls like this again, be careful that they will call you obscene and send you to the police." Yun Shuqian warned.

"Not everyone can make me boast like that."

Well, what he said was correct, Yun Shuqian was a little proud, and puffed out his chest, God is really fair.

Of course, not everyone can praise Yun Shuqian like that, if another boy said 'Your legs are so pretty', then she would send him to the police station.

While walking and chatting, Song Jiamu didn't feel so tired anymore, and walked into the community side by side with Yun Shuqian, and the two said hello to Grandpa Gui.

Uncle Liu looked at the two people who looked like a young couple when they went home from shopping together, and suddenly felt like he had lost several years of time, but he was startled, and hurriedly looked at the date.

Fortunately, this year is 2022. With his physical fitness, it is estimated that he can live for at least 30 years. Maybe he can see the children of these two children get married.

After thinking about it, Uncle Liu put out the cigarette in his hand.

He tapped the shell of the turtle with a lighter, and the old turtle came out, thinking that there was smoke, so Uncle Liu fed it a wolfberry.

Finally back home, Song Jiamu put the flowerpot on the balcony, washed his face, and collapsed on the sofa from exhaustion.

Yun Shuqian carried the dishes to the kitchen, washed her hands, measured the rice for two people, washed it and put it in the rice cooker to start cooking.

As night fell little by little, every house was lit up.

"The clouds are sparse."

"what?"

"Where's the TV remote?"

"On the sofa, look for it yourself."

In the afternoon, the two had a quarrel on the sofa, and the pillows were thrown into a mess. People who didn't know thought there was a big fight here.

Song Jiamu put away the pillows one by one and found the remote control.

Turn on the TV, which program is not important, but after the sound of the TV, the feeling of home comes, purely used as background music.

Niannian really likes watching TV. My mother at home usually holds it to watch TV every day, and the little cat jumps on the sofa and sits obediently to watch TV.

Song Jiamu came to the kitchen door.

"Why don't I cook for you!" He rolled up his sleeves.

"Don't get in the way, I'm here, so you won't be poisoned." Yun Shuqian didn't believe him at all.

"I like doing housework very much." Song Jiamu emphasized.

Yun Shuqian didn't answer him, but just slapped the ginger on the chopping board flat, making Song Jiamu shrink back in fright.

"Since I don't need my help, I'll go and collect your clothes for you." Song Jiamu cast his eyes on the clothes hanging on the balcony.

Just about to leave, Yun Shuqian snatched her and stopped her.

Then throw him a head of garlic.

"Just peel the garlic!"

"..."

Song Jiamu really didn't want to peel the garlic...

(End of this chapter)