After lunch, Song Jiamu sent Yun Shuqian home.

This sending took so long that the old parents thought he had crossed mountains and rivers, and also crossed mountains and seas of people.

Li Yuan remembered that when these two guys were young, they were like this on weekends. After eating, they ran out to play, and they didn’t know where they went. They didn’t run back together until dinner in the evening. Their clothes were often dirty, but the two

The little devils were all laughing.

…

"Hmm~! Your home is more comfortable!"

Song Jiamu closed the door and stretched his arms lazily. This feeling of not having any elders around was so refreshing.

"Why are you coming here again if you don't go back?"

"Take a nap."

Song Jiamu said: "Didn't you say last night that the best people in the world would take a nap together, so hurry up."

"I'm talking about the natural kind!"

“How can it be considered natural?”

"I really wanted to sleep with you, and then you also wanted to sleep with me, and then we slept together."

After Yun Shuqian said this, she felt that what she said was strange, and quickly added: "But I don't want to sleep with you now!"

For someone like Yun Shuqian who has never experienced this kind of thing, boys and girls sleeping together is really a shameful and touching thing. If he has to lie in the same bed with a member of the opposite sex, Yun Shuqian will

She chose Song Jiamu, but when she thought of his aura overturning her, she felt a little scared, and her heart might even jump out of her chest.

It was different when I was a child. Even my aunt didn't know at that time, let alone that there were so many strange things that could happen between men and women when they were lying on the same bed, apart from sleeping and hiding under the covers and looking at glowing watches.

No! Yun Shuqian suddenly thought that if she judged herself as "the best in the world" according to the standards she used when she was a child, then she would eat the same ice cream together, take naps together, kiss and hug each other, and would be jealous of each other. Really

Is this something best friends would do?

Shouldn't you get married?!

"I didn't say I wanted to sleep with you. You'll kick people when you sleep."

"I sleep well."

"This is not convincing at all."

Song Jiamu shut down the laptop on the dining table, walked to the sofa and lay down.

The sofa at Yun Shuqian's house is very soft and large, and she often takes naps on the sofa.

To a certain extent, sleeping on a sofa is more comfortable than a bed and you fall asleep faster. Perhaps it is because you feel relaxed on the sofa. When you lie down on the bed seriously, there is a psychological hint that it's time to sleep, and there is an invisible feeling.

It's kind of stressful, but it's not as fast as falling asleep on the sofa.

So when no one is at home, Yun Shuqian often takes a nap on the sofa.

Seeing Song Jiamu occupying her nest, Yun Shuqian came over to pull him away.

"what……"

"I usually sleep on the sofa! You go sleep somewhere else!"

She grabbed Song Jiamu's big hand and pulled him, but this guy was so heavy that Yun Shuqian couldn't pull him even though she tried her best.

Song Jiamu stood up suddenly, and she was about to fall down with a groan, but he held her back with his backhand, and she stood firmly.

The two of them were still holding hands together.

In a quiet home, you can feel the temperature of your palms carefully, and your heartbeat will speed up unconsciously.

Yun Shuqian withdrew her hand and patted his leg: "Why don't you get up quickly!"

"Then I'll go to your room to sleep."

"...Can't you just go home and sleep?"

"I don't want to go back."

Song Jiamu lay down again, and Nian Nian also ran over and lay down on the sofa to sleep with him.

This man and the cat occupied the sofa so fiercely that Yun Shuqian had no choice but to pout her mouth and look angry, rolling her eyes and staring at him.

"You should go to sleep quickly and squint for forty minutes. When you wake up, you can type for a while. Then we can go play badminton, shall we?"

"I don't want to play ball with you."

"I don't spike the ball."

"I don't want to play ball with you."

"I won't steal your backcourt."

"I don't want to play ball with you."

"Winning or losing, you serve."

"……you said."

"I said."

"let me see……"

"Do you even need to think about it?"

Song Jiamu felt as comfortable as at home. He turned over on the sofa and looked at the girl sitting on the small bench next to the coffee table: "After we finish playing, we can go shopping and cook secretly for ourselves. My mother and I will

Say we eat out, or you can go back with me to eat, it’s your choice, I’ll listen to you.”

"It's true democracy. What you said doesn't mean 'all listen to me' at all..."

Yun Shuqian thought about it for a while, but she still felt that she liked the option of going to play ball with him and then secretly buying vegetables and making dumplings to eat.

It would be nice if Song Jiamu was very young, like when he was a child, the two of them could lie on the sofa together, with their heads leaning against each other, talking and then falling asleep.

But Song Jiamu has become very big now, and there is no room for two people to sleep on the sofa.

Yun Shuqian had no choice but to go back to the room to get the blanket that was given to him that night, and sat on another single sofa. He put his legs away and covered himself with the blanket. He curled up and hugged the pillow and closed his eyes.

Song Jiamu, who had closed his eyes, opened them again.

"Aren't you going to sleep in your room?"

"I can't sleep in my room during the day. If I do, I'll sleep for a long time. Then I wake up and it's dark, and I feel very depressed."

"Then let's change places. You sleep here."

"Need not."

But Song Jiamu had already stood up, walked to her and pulled her up.

He was so strong that when he held her hand, he easily pulled her up, then pressed her slender shoulders, and Yun Shuqian sat down on the sofa.

"Then don't regret it."

"I can sleep anywhere."

Regarding this point, Yun Shuqian still admired him. Even with such hard desks and chairs in the classroom and such a noisy environment, Song Jiamu could really fall asleep. He still remembered that in high school, he once slept too deeply.

, the notebook she borrowed from him was soaked with saliva, a large piece was wet, and he even lied to her that it was accidentally wet while drinking water. She later sniffed it secretly, and it stank like hell!

"Humph, then I don't care about you."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yun Shuqian lay down on the sofa happily, her head leaning in the direction of the single sofa on his side, a thin blanket covering her fair and smooth legs, she lay flat on her back

, the blanket was pulled up over her belly, and Nian Nian also rubbed it next to her squeaking nest.

Song Jiamu sat down on the single sofa and put a small stool in front of him to rest his feet. He looked at Yun Shuqian next to him.

When lying flat like this, the ups and downs of the girl's chest looked a little pitiful...

Of course, her collarbones are beautiful enough to attract attention and ignore her slightly pitiful breasts.

Perhaps sensing Song Jiamu's gaze, or feeling uneasy not seeing others, Yun Shuqian sat up again.

Song Jiamu quickly closed his eyes.

Through the squinting of her eyes, she saw that she had changed direction, with her feet facing him and her head sleeping on the other side, so that she could see him at any time.

Yun Shuqian no longer lay flat, she slept on her side, her legs slightly curled up, and she stared at him with her big eyes blinking for a long time.

"Song Jiamu."

"..."

"Song, Jia, wood."

"...Sleep, what are you doing?"

"I just wanted to ask you if you feel cold."

"Won't."

"oh."

It was quiet for five minutes.
To be continued...