After all, it is more convenient to have a man at home to do many things, especially for girls who live alone. The sense of security brought by a close man is incomparable.

Song Jiamu was already lying down, and Yun Shuqian also sat down next to him, taking out two tissues and wiping the water on his feet.

She supported the bed with both hands, raised her feet and dangled in the air, accelerating the evaporation of the moisture on her skin.

When you like someone, no matter what she does, she always looks so cute.

Song Jiamu was lying on her side, watching her swaying her little feet beside the bed. Warm love welled up in his heart. He wanted to hug her from behind. She was so small and delicate, and he had already hugged her. She was really

Very comfortable.

After her feet were dry, Yun Shuqian turned over, climbed over Song Jiamu's body, and lay down on the inside of the bed.

The little hands and feet were kicking and stretching under the quilt, as if they were a couple who had been sleeping together for many years... Oh no, couples don't need two quilts.

After she lay down, Song Jiamu turned around again and lay on his side facing her.

Yun Shuqian was also lying on her back, with a few tender fingers exposed on the edge of the quilt, and she was looking at the ceiling.

After watching for a while, she also lay on her side facing Song Jiamu.

Song Jiamu looked at her.

She looked at him too.

Look at each other's eyes, look at each other's mouths, look at each other's noses.

The room became quiet, each other's warm breaths blew on each other's faces, and their heartbeats gradually accelerated.

Song Jiamu moved.

He moved closer to her little by little, and the quilt between the two of them was squeezed tighter.

He slowly raised his upper body, lowered his head and leaned towards her.

Yun Shuqian's heartbeat began to become intense. She gripped the corner of the quilt tightly and swallowed dryly. She closed her eyes, but her long eyelashes, like a row of small brushes, were trembling gently.

Before he kissed her, the girl's face was already red.

Her body tensed slightly, and half of her face was hidden under the quilt.

Song Jiamu gently used one finger to pull down the edge of her quilt, revealing her crimson and delicate face. This process was like opening a flower.

He lowered his head.

The slightly sweet fragrance of her skin passed over the tip of my nose, and there was a faint milky fragrance.

He kissed her.

A gentle and soft kiss fell on her face, once, twice, three times...

Yun Shuqian just lay here and let him kiss her face, like a cup filled with water, her happiness was about to overflow. Her mood was bright and sweet, and her whole body was light and airy.

The girl's face is really kissable, with a slight texture of baby fat, like sucking jelly.

Song Jiamu started from the softest part of her face and slowly kissed her lips.

He was about to kiss Fangze right before his eyes, but she buried her little mouth in the quilt and forbade him from kissing her any more.

"May I?"

"Can't."

Yun Shuqian turned around, exposing the other side of her face.

"It takes so many strokes here..."

Song Jiamu was in a difficult situation.

Damn it, I was just busy kissing and forgot to count the number of kisses.

After changing her position, she turned her back to Song Jiamu.

The feeling this time was different from the last time. Yun Shuqian closed her eyes, hazy and charming, feeling Song Jiamu kissing her face from behind, once, twice, three times...

"You kissed me five more times."

"sorry."

The girl who suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder had to turn to face him again and ask him to make up for her these five times.

Isn't it just a good night kiss? Yun Shuqian also has it now.

Song Jiamu was lying on his side, and she nuzzled into his arms sweetly, nestling comfortably.

"You don't like my hands anymore?" she whispered.

"Like it."

"Then why don't you hold my hand and sleep?"

"You're all hiding."

Yun Shuqian took her little hand out of the quilt and put it in front of him.

Song Jiamu held it gently and brought it to his mouth for a few kisses.

"I, I have washed my hands, you can eat them."

"real?"

"..."

She didn't speak.

Song Jiamu opened her delicate index finger and sucked it into his mouth.

The warm and moist touch in his mouth wrapped around her fingers, and she felt as if there was electricity all over her body, and she trembled slightly.

The girl couldn't bear the charm and ambiguity anymore. She hesitated and took her finger out of his mouth.

"You won't let me eat?"

"No, it's all drool. It's disgusting."

"Then your face is covered with drool."

"It's also disgusting..."

The corners of her mouth curved sweetly, and she kept her eyes closed the whole time. Only when she couldn't see, did she dare to be so presumptuous.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Then do you want to hold me?" Song Jiamu said.

"...If you carry it on your back, I will hold you."

"But I want to watch."

"Don't hug me if you look at me..."

"All right."

Song Jiamu carried it on his back.

"Turn off the lights..." she said again.

"Da." Song Jiamu turned off the light.

As soon as he lay down, he felt a soft body pressing against his back, hugging him firmly through the quilt.

Yun Shuqian hugged him very tightly, her smooth forehead rubbed against the back of his neck, and her hands and legs were wrapped around him. She felt comfortable and contented, humming and hugging him.

"It's over, it's over, I'm hugged so tightly, I can't escape in this life."

"snort."

Song Jiamu cooperated with her and started to struggle. Yun Shuqian became very excited and hugged him tightly, venting his possessiveness wantonly.

"There is nothing we can do, Song Jiamu is completely like Yun Shuqian..."

"laugh."

Song Jiamu didn't move, and Yun Shuqian didn't move either. In the dark room, she just held him quietly, feeling that her heart was filled with him.

"Yun Shuqian." He gently held her little hand in front of him and called her name.

Yun Shuqian gently rubbed her head on his back to show that she heard him.

Song Jiamu then asked: "How good are we now?"

"Two out of four is good." Yun Shuqian answered quickly, as if she had already calculated it.

"Why not use one-half?"

"No, I'll use two quarters."

Song Jiamu didn't seem to understand her logic.

Probably only Yun Shuqian himself understood that if it was one-half, then there would only be one copy left, but if it was two-quarters, then there would be two copies left. This feeling was like

When eating the sweetest piece of cake in the world, she just wants to divide it into many pieces and eat it slowly.

Two-quarters and one-half may look the same, but they are different.

"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu."
To be continued...