Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 85 is only one fourteenth (seeking subscription)

"Ah! Don't hit, tap lightly! It's bleeding!"

Song Jiamu curled up into a ball and let the girl vent on him.

It has been done to make it shy, but the skin and flesh are uncomfortable.

Don't look at her small hands, it hurts when pinching someone.

Yun Shuqian, who felt that she was being molested, now her pretty face flushed, her heart beat faster, and she felt invaded by his tenderness.

Yes, it was intrusion. His tenderness at this moment unexpectedly penetrated into her body, reaching directly to the apex of her heart, stirring all the blood in her body to heat up.

Fake anger is the best way to cover up your shyness.

Yun Shuqian looked at this guy, he was curled up with a pained look on his face, and she subconsciously pulled his flesh more lightly, originally because she was shy and her physical strength was -3, it didn't hurt much.

"You, don't pretend to be dead."

"..."

Song Jiamu kept silent. When he provoked her, the best way was to pretend to be pitiful, so that Yun Shuqian would not keep holding him.

"Where did I hit, does it really hurt, show me..."

"..."

Seeing him like this, Yun Shuqian really became nervous. She was in a mess at first, but she thought that the human body has many acupuncture points. If she accidentally broke him, she would feel guilty to death.

Yun Shuqian came over and carefully lifted the hem of his clothes, only to see that the skin around his waist was slightly red.

"...Song Jiamu."

"……pain."

"Really?" The voice was devoid of emotion.

Her white and tender hands directly landed on the skin around his waist, seemingly stroking, but Song Jiamu immediately got goosebumps.

So he didn't dare to pretend anymore, he straightened up his clothes and coughed twice.

"Let's go eat Malatang! Let's go!"

"...Eat your head!"

"Oh, let's go, there are a lot of mosquitoes here."

Song Jiamu quickly changed the subject and dragged her to eat Mala Tang.

What a fool to explain to her.

Sure enough, Yun Shuqian hesitated to speak, wanted to wait for him to explain, but this guy didn't explain, and even seemed to have forgotten about it, so she left a question in her heart, always thinking about it from time to time When he woke up, the gentleness when he was pulling her hair just now made her heartbeat messy.

I sat down at a nearby popular mala tang shop. I ate a lot in the afternoon. I was not hungry now, so I just ordered some to cope.

Through usual observation, Song Jiamu also found that Yun Shuqian is actually a very contradictory person. For example, she is not very good at spicy food, but she always wants to try it. Don't stop until you're sweating.

The legs of the two crossed each other under the table, and Song Jiamu lightly touched her knee.

"Why? As you said, please take this Mala Tang."

"You can have two more if you want."

Song Jiamu said: "Hey, Yun Shuqian, have you noticed that our relationship seems to be getting closer again?"

"Yeah, feel good about yourself."

Yun Shuqian didn't look him in the eyes, and ate a piece of baby cabbage, which was so spicy after soaking in the soup for a long time.

It's true that she got closer, and she stayed with him almost all day today, but Yun Shuqian never felt bored for a moment, even when the two of them were not talking.

Song Jiamu had finished eating first, and she was still eating slowly.

Seeing a seller of cotton candy outside, he ran out to buy it.

Yun Shuqian looked at him while eating Malatang. He was waiting. The stall owner took a small stick, and white sugar shreds spewed out from the cotton candy machine, entangled into a big ball on the stick, like a stick. A big cotton flower.

There were several children around the stall, and Song Jiamu stood with these children, who were not as tall as his legs.

Not long after, Song Jiamu came back to her holding the big cotton flower.

"Here, try it."

Hee hee, he really bought it for me.

The girl was in a happy mood, but her face was calm. She hadn't eaten this stuff yet, and it seemed that children would love to eat it, but when she thought of him queuing up with those children and specially buying it for her, she had It felt like he had become a child and was pampered by him.

"How do you eat this, it's so big."

"Roll it off a stick and knead it into a ball to eat?"

"No, they specially made it so fluffy."

"Ah—" He made a feeding sound, holding a candy stick in his hand, and handed this big cotton flower to her mouth.

Yun Shuqian opened her small mouth and took a bite of the cotton. It felt soft and sticky. The sweetness was moderate, as if she was gnawing on a cloud. When she ate it, her mood improved. She squinted her eyes.

"how do you feel?"

"Not bad, a little sweeter than expected."

"It should be that you eat too spicy, so you are more sensitive to sweetness."

"Makes sense."

Yun Shuqian nodded, maybe it was because the relationship between her and him was too stiff before, so he would gently brush her hair once in a while, which made her heart beat like this. Thinking of this, the girl felt relieved, and sure enough He is witty and smart, and he can find the answer to any question by himself.

The marshmallow was big. Song Jiamu turned around and took a bite from the other side. His mouth was bigger, and the bite was much shallower than Yun Shu's.

"Look, now we all eat a candy together, isn't it good?"

"No, it's because of your thick skin. If you eat it first, I won't eat it."

Song Jiamu turned the candy half a turn and handed it to her mouth, and Yun Shuqian took another bite.

"Then what should we do to be number one in the world?"

"Of course I have the final say. I admit that compared to the last time you asked me, we are a little bit better now."

She raised her tender little little finger, and the tip of her thumb was on the second frame: "It's probably at this level now."

Song Jiamu opened his palm and counted. There are two spaces for the thumb and three spaces for the other four fingers, adding up to fourteen spaces.

"Only two-fourteenths?!"

"No, classmate Song Jiamu."

Yun Shuqian corrected his mistake: "There is another palm, so it is two-eighths, or one-fourteenth."

Seeing his shocked face, the girl was very happy, biting the marshmallow bit by bit.

Hmph, don't make friends with him lightly. If you buy cotton candy, you need at least thirty times; if you want to brush your hair, you need at least twenty times; If you sleep in one bed, it will take at least seven times to make up for it.

Phew, what am I thinking.

"Then it's only one fourteenth of it now, and we're already like this. When it's 100%, don't we..."

"Please don't say shameless words."

"Okay~"

Song Jiamu glanced at her, she had already eaten all the marshmallows.

After thinking about it, I still kindly reminded: "I also took a bite just now..."

……

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when I got home. On the first day of the holiday, the first club activity of the Web Society was successfully concluded.

The house was dark and quiet, and after staying with Song Jiamu all day, Yun Shuqian immediately felt deserted when he returned home.

Then she remembered about the haunted house. She was a little scared when she was timid. The first thing she did when she entered the house was to turn on all the lights in the house and the TV. After hearing the sound of the TV, she felt less deserted.

After collecting the clothes that were drying on the balcony, she went back to her room to take a shower, changed into her casual clothes, took her keys and mobile phone, and ran to Song Jiamu's house.

"Auntie~"

"Qianqian came to play with Jiamu, come in quickly, where have you been playing today?"

"To the playground."

"How are you playing?"

"Very happy!"

"You have to go out more during the holidays. Song Jiamu usually stays at home and plays computer games. If you have time, you can take him to bask in the sun."

Yun Shuqian and Li Yuan were talking in the living room, and Niannian was watching the little goldfish in front of the fish tank, while Song Jiamu was in the room.

Compared to the deserted place in her own home, Yun Shuqian felt that Song Jiamu's home was warmer, and she would come here every night to see the cat.

After going to his room a few times, Yun Shuqian felt that the living room was not fragrant.

But there was no good reason, so he secretly winked at Niannian.

Niannian was busy cross-eyed with the little goldfish and ignored her.

Instead, Li Yuan brought out a plate of washed strawberries from the kitchen to her: "Qianqian help me bring them in for that brat."

"oh oh."

Only then did Yun Shuqian pick up the strawberry and stand up.

He knocked on the door of his room, and then pushed the door open to come in, leaving a crack in the door.

Seeing that both of them were in the room every year, he also ran in briskly, touched the door with his soft body, and the door closed.

"What are you doing?" She looked at his computer screen curiously.

Song Jiamu moved very quickly, cutting the screen in an instant.

It's not that he's looking at something lewd, the computer is connected to his mobile phone, and he's saving the photos he took today to the computer, and learning how to retouch pictures by the way.

"Write the activity report, didn't you ask me to write it?"

Yun Shuqian didn't believe it, she saw him cut the screen, but she was not curious to the end, for fear that he would switch back and see something that would make her blush and heartbeat.

Boys just like to look at those things, and I don't know how they find them. They seem to be very talented in this kind of thing. Anyway, she has never found that kind of website.

At most, she just jumped from Baidu and saw some bloody advertisements. She was already shocked by this level. When the webpage suggested that there was a risk, she was so frightened that she quickly closed it.

"Hey, Auntie asked me to bring you strawberries."

Yun Shuqian gave him two from the plate, and then climbed onto his bed with the plate.

The girl crawled slowly, with her pink and tender soles facing him, and skillfully climbed to the place where she usually sat, took out the ultra-thin notebook from his backpack, entered the password to open it, leaned her back against the wall, and pulled off his quilt cover Locking his lower body, he hugged his pillow in his arms, put on the earphones, clicked on a movie, and watched it while eating strawberries.

Song Jiamu saw her whole set of movements through the small mirror on the table.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was his bed or hers.

(Ask for a monthly ticket~)

(End of this chapter)