Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 86 The role of the vice president is to accompany you to sleep (please subscribe)

Song Jiamu remembered the original way of catching wild boars.

In an open space, if you throw a pile of cabbage heads, wild boars will come to eat them, but when people come over, all the pigs will be scared away. At this time, you must be patient and nail a piece of cabbage to this open space every time. Don't be afraid of the stupid wild boars in the fence. Although the number of boards is increasing every day, one day the wild boars will be kept in captivity.

Oh, it's similar to boiling a frog.

Song Jiamu looked at Yun Shuqian behind him through the reflection of the small mirror, and the girl didn't realize it. She was eating a strawberry with one hand, and stroking the cat with the other hand. She was sitting on his bed with earphones on and watching a movie. I don't know what plot I saw, but I looked like my aunt was smiling.

Occasionally, her calves would shake and the quilt would bulge, or if she sat for too long, her buttocks would feel numb and her waist would feel sore, she would become weaker and weaker, and in the end she would lie down directly on his bed. The quilt was also pulled up to the chest, or lying flat, or sideways, looking relaxed.

For a while, Song Jiamu couldn't figure out who was the wild boar and who was domesticated. He was surprised to find that he seemed to feel more and more normal? !

If you throw her down now, how many years will you be sentenced to? !
He turned off the computer and turned the chair towards her.

Yun Shuqian didn't realize it yet, she was lying on his bed, looking silly at the screen.

Now she was lying on her side with her back to him, and the quilt outlined the girl's graceful arc from legs to hips to waist, and her soft hair was scattered on his pillow.

It wasn't until Song Jiamu sat on the side of the bed that she half-propped up and turned to look at him when she heard the movement.

"What are you looking at?"

"Okja Love Story."

She is like Schrödinger's cat. When Song Jiamu didn't look at her, she looked the same as before, but when Song Jiamu looked at her, she had such an upright look.

Yun Shuqian sat up straight calmly, leaning her back against the wall again, her calves curled up in a reserved way, and she hugged the pillow in her arms to cover her breasts that she didn't have.

"I have watched "Yamako Market", but I haven't watched the movie version. Are Yuzi and the cake hidden together?"

Song Jiamu also climbed onto the bed and sat side by side with her, leaning against the poster behind him.

Niannian still liked him more, so she stepped on the quilt and jumped into Song Jiamu's arms.

Studies have shown that cats, like girls, prefer boys, maybe boys have a higher body temperature?

Seeing that Niannian can nestle in his arms unscrupulously and play with his fingers, Yun Shuqian is very envious. I declare in advance that she is not envious of Niannian!
"Bingzang is a pig's head, Yuzi is so cute."

As Yun Shuqian spoke, she turned the screen slightly to his side, handed him an earphone, and the two of them chased after each other.

Of course, Song Jiamu didn't have a quilt to cover, because the quilt was covered by her, and the reserved girl could chase after him on the same bed, but she couldn't stick her feet into the same quilt with him.

She didn't narrow down the window until she finished watching the movie version. She logged in with her own account, and Song Jiamu saw her follow-up list, most of which were daily shows, Takagi-san, etc., including Yuzi Market, She seems to have a soft spot for this kind of childhood sweetheart.

It is said that the more you lack something, the more you want something, just like a real Shenhao doesn't like to read Shenhao's novels. Could it be that her love for this kind of childhood sweetheart is also a kind of dissatisfaction?
Of course, this cannot be said in front of her, otherwise Song Jiamu felt that he would experience the feeling of being suffocated by a pillow.

"Have you finished writing your activity report?"

Yun Shuqian asked while aimlessly refreshing the computer desktop.

"Not yet, it's so late, I'm exhausted today."

"Yeah, I'm exhausted too."

"Then why don't you go back to sleep?"

"I'm thinking about something."

Yun Shuqian wouldn't tell him that she was scared because she went to a haunted house, so she didn't dare to stay in the room alone.

She was indeed quite sleepy, woken up by this guy early in the morning, and then tossed for another day, and she was almost at her limit.

But when he was in his room, he felt very safe, and for a while, he really didn't want to go back. It would be great if he could move away, and she slept in his room.

"What are you thinking?" Song Jiamu asked curiously.

"Think about what activities we are going to do tomorrow. It's rare to have a vacation, and I don't know what to write. Of course, I have to work hard to find inspiration."

The girl spoke uprightly, not because she was happy to stay with him, and the vacation felt fulfilling or something like that.

"Not tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow."

"It's even worse the day after tomorrow."

Yun Shuqian glanced at him and asked, "Do you think club activities are boring?"

"No, I'm going back to my hometown with my parents tomorrow. It will be clear the day after tomorrow. I have to worship the ancestors at my hometown. I haven't been back since the New Year, so I will go back and stay for two days."

"Then, have you been away for the past two days?"

Her voice sounded a little disappointed. She had made a plan, but he was not there. She didn't like the feeling of the plan being disrupted.

"Well, remember not to miss me too much."

"I wish I couldn't see you. Who would miss you? Song Jiamu, I realize that your skin is getting thicker and thicker."

Yun Shuqian glared at him, looking sullen.

"If not, as the vice president, I suggest that our club activities for the next two days will be to go back to the countryside with me to gather folk songs, broaden your horizons, and show you the customs of worshiping ancestors in our countryside."

"This……"

Yun Shuqian blinked his eyes.

The custom of worshiping ancestors!Looks like a lot of research value!

She was born and raised in an ordinary city, and she has gradually become less aware of some customs with modernization. Occasionally, when her parents are free, the whole family will go for a trip together, but they are still abroad now, and the holidays are A little boring.

Song Jiamu is different. His grandfather's generation and above are ordinary countrymen, but his father Song Chi walked into the city and is now the director of a large company. His living conditions are also very good. It was the longest time when Yun Shuqian and Song Jiamu didn't see each other. He usually stayed in the country for half a month during the Chinese New Year. She heard that there were fireworks and so on. She was always envious.

Listening to Song Jiamu's suggestion, Yun Shuqian was a little moved, her big eyes rolled around, and the desktop was refreshed more frequently on the screen.

After a while, she shook her head: "No."

"Why don't you go, anyway, you're bored here by yourself."

"For example, if it's Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, New Year's Eve, etc., it's okay for me to go back with you, and I can also pick up the wind, but you're going back to worship ancestors, wouldn't I go back with you... What about taking girls to meet ancestors? Yes, I don’t want to, I don’t want to go, I happen to be going to the library to read, so go back by yourself.”

"We are both innocent and have a clear conscience, what's the matter?"

Feeling guilty, Yun Shuqian turned her face away: "Anyway, don't..."

"Really not going?"

"Don't go."

"Ok."

Seeing her insistence, Song Jiamu stopped asking. He knew that this guy was very stubborn. Usually, when she asked duplicity, she would let go when she asked the second time, and she would agree the third time; and when she was really determined Sometimes, even if asked three hundred times, she would still say no.

Just like she knew him, Song Jiamu knew her down to every curly hair.

Thinking of this, Song Jiamu couldn't hold back his curiosity, and whispered in her ear, and increased the defense of his waist by the way - there is a trick, the abdominal muscles must be stretched very tightly, so that she is pinching her When I was young, I couldn't pinch much skin, otherwise, if she pinched a piece of skin and twisted it half a circle, it would hurt to death.

"Do you... girls have armpit hair?"

"...Go to Baidu by yourself!"

Yun Shuqian pinched his thigh, the pain was so painful that Song Jiamu almost burst into tears.

She ate all the strawberries on the plate, with her mouth bulging like a little hamster, snorted, crawled out of his bed, put on the obviously several sizes smaller slippers that were placed with him by the bed, and walked away ran away.

……

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Song Jiamu brushed his teeth, lay down on the bed and got ready to sleep.

Picking up the pillow, he twisted a long strand of hair, and looked carefully at it by the lamp.

Good guy, if Zhang Sheng and the others see him, they won't believe that he is still single, right?
"Niannian, turn off the lights."

"Meow~"

The little cat is very smart. After he trained a few times, when he heard that the light was about to be turned off, Niannian jumped onto the bedside table, stretched out his little paw and pressed the switch, and the room was pitch black.

After turning off the light, the little cat also jumped onto the bed, nestled in a warm position next to his pillow, yawned and fell asleep.

Song Jiamu also closed his eyes.

Before falling asleep, the screen of the mobile phone lit up, and the voice of the WeChat call rang.

Who is it, in the middle of the night...

Song Jiamu picked up his phone, and it was Yun Shuqian who made a video call to him.

The timid girl is afraid of sleeping in Nuo Da's house by herself. Although her feet are hidden in the quilt, she still can't sleep. She thinks about the haunted house for a while, thinks about him going back to her hometown tomorrow, and thinks about him helping her pull her hair , I can't sleep anyway!
Song Jiamu clicked on the connection, and her picture came from the video.

She put on her pajamas, curled up sideways under the quilt, the quilt was tightly covered, only a small face was exposed, her big eyes were blinking, although she was already sleeping, the lights in the room were not turned off, and she was sleeping with the light on .

I knew I would never go to a haunted house!

"Why, still not sleeping?"

"You, you turn on the light, so that the light from the screen shines on your face, it looks scary."

"..."

Song Jiamu was speechless, so he got up and turned on the bedside lamp.

The warm orange light reflected his outline, which made him look much warmer.

The two were lying on their sides, looking at each other through the phone screen.

"So why are you looking for my video in the middle of the night, I'm so sleepy..."

"fine……"

"It's okay, I'll hang up."

"No, no, nothing."

"Then just say it."

"I, I want to eat steamed stuffed buns tomorrow, and I want stuffed pork buns and custard buns."

"……Ok, bye."

"Don't, don't!"

"...Is there anything else?"

On the screen, the girl struggled for a long time before telling him that she was afraid to sleep because she was afraid.

Song Jiamu was almost not amused by her, he knew that this guy had the same guts as her breasts, and he insisted on running to the haunted house.

"So you mean, let me sleep with you?"

"...Don't turn off the light, I'll just look at you like this."

She spoke in a very low voice, as if she was afraid that he would not agree, her voice was unprecedentedly cute, her little mouth was also pouted, she looked aggrieved, and she didn't have the usual arrogant appearance.

It was probably because he carried her through the haunted house, as long as she could see Song Jiamu, she would feel safe, and the things under the bed would not dare to crawl out.

She dared not drink too much water at night, for fear that she would have to pee in the middle of the night.

"It's okay, you can believe it's all fake."

"..."

"Okay, okay, just wait for me."

In the screen, Song Jiamu got up.

For a moment, Yun Shuqian felt that he was coming to sleep with her.

Of course, if there is really something scary under the bed, then she doesn't care that he came...

It's a pity that there was really nothing scary under the bed, and Song Jiamu didn't go there either.

He took a mobile phone stand, propped it up beside the pillow, and adjusted the camera. He slept on his side in this direction, so that his hands would be free, and Yun Shuqian could see him.

"Can you see it?"

He lay down, pulled the quilt, and looked at her on the screen.

Such a well-behaved her really made Song Jiamu want to protect, and he didn't scare her anymore.

"Well, then you go to sleep..."

"You do not sleep?"

"I'll watch it for a while..."

"Good night, call me if you need something."

Song Jiamu closed his eyes and fell asleep not long after, and there was a slight snoring sound.

The girl just watched him quietly, from the time he closed his eyes to the time he heard his snoring.

This process is very safe.

Even she didn't know when she fell asleep...

It was in his arms in the dream.

(End of this chapter)