When he went in, he felt a strong sense of happiness and sweetness surrounding him. It was completely normal to want to kiss her. If possible, he wouldn't mind kissing her many times.

"You, don't smell me, I'm so horny!"

"I'm not smelling, I'm just breathing."

"Then you are not allowed to breathe."

Song Jiamu stopped breathing.

After holding it in for a minute, he quickly patted Yun Shuqian to show her that he was about to die.

"You, breathe quickly! Breathe quickly!"

"Hu~hu~"

Only then did Song Jiamu gasp for air.

To make a girl happy, you only need to hold your breath for a minute. Song Jiamu lay down on the bed, and Yun Shuqian supported the wall and began to step on his back.

Step on, step on, step on, step on his back for fifteen minutes.

Yun Shuqian also lay down on the bed, without the obstruction of the quilt, the two of them lay face to face.

They looked at each other's faces seriously and breathed in each other's breath.

Yun Shuqian's little hand moved, and Song Jiamu stretched out his palm sensibly, held her little hand softly, and gently kneaded her tender fingers.

Looking at her big eyes, her delicate little nose, and her warm and moist lips, Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help but bring his face towards her, and kissed her gently on the cheek.

one time.

The girl's face turned red, but she said harshly: "You kissed me without my permission again."

"But what if I still want to kiss you on the mouth?"

"I'm not your girlfriend, I'm your boss. You can't kiss your boss on the mouth."

"Then it would be great if you became my girlfriend."

"no."

Song Jiamu moved his body and got closer to her.

"Then what is our relationship now?"

"I am your... little tameran."

"Sounds weird."

Song Jiamu knew that You Tongran also meant childhood sweethearts, but compared to childhood sweethearts, he somehow felt more shameless. After all, many of the videos in his folder were titled You Tongran.

.

Of course, there are also many serious love stories. In the island country’s animations, comics and literary works, the stories of young boys falling in love are very popular, and generally speaking, they will be the future marriage partners.

There are two types of young tame dyes. One is the continuous type, which is the kind that looks down and never looks up. They stay together from childhood to adulthood, with windows facing each other, or even stay in each other's home.

The other type is the Heavenly Fall type. They have been separated for several years and have the dual characteristics of the Heavenly Fall type and Qingmei. This kind of combat power is more explosive. Compared with the pure Heavenly Fall type, it has a little more familiarity. Compared with the Continuation type, it is more familiar.

There's a little more mystery.

"Then are you a continuation type or a heaven-dropping type?" Song Jiamu asked her interestingly.

"I, I continued, continued, and then the sky fell." Yun Shuqian raised his arm, gesturing at the plane in the sky, and then his palm fell down.

Song Jiamu was so cute by her.

His heart beat faster and he wanted to kiss her very much.

"for you."

Yun Shuqian put her tender fingers to his lips.

"What?"

"I've cleaned up."

Song Jiamu didn't refuse anyone who came. She opened her mouth slightly and sucked the tender finger in her mouth. The softness and smoothness gently teased her fingertips.

Yun Shuqian stared closely at the part where her lips and fingers met. Most of her fingers were in his mouth. A strange feeling came from her fingertips. Her face was flushed layer by layer. She was so embarrassed that she finally

He took his fingers back again.

She buried her face in the pillow and twisted it twice like a little stinky maggot to relieve the charming, ambiguous and explosive feeling in her heart.

Young tame dye, young tame dye!

So lustful!

The reserved girl feels very exciting, but also very sweet. In short, this is definitely one of those things that uncles and aunts cannot know.

"I'm leaving, it's eleven o'clock."

Song Jiamu sat on the edge of the bed and calmed down for a while, preparing to put on his shoes and take Nian Nian home.

But a soft little hand reached behind him again and gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Song Jiamu..."

"Um?"

"You, do you want to tell me to sleep at my house tonight..."

After saying this, she hid herself in the quilt again, and then added: "Just like before, I will get you a pillow and quilt."

Of course Song Jiamu knew that the sleep she was talking about was not the kind of naughty thing, she just simply wanted him to accompany her and hold her to sleep.

Yun Shuqian enjoyed the experience of being held by him to sleep, which made her feel safe, valued, cared for, and loved. If he called her "baby" softly at this time, she would faint with happiness.

It would be better if he could control himself, so she wouldn't have to use the quilt to seal him, but this guy didn't worry at all.

"This makes me very embarrassed..."

Song Jiamu struggled: "What if my parents find out that I'm not at home?"

"Just get up early, uncle and aunt won't find out."

"The lights in my house haven't been turned off yet..."

"You go back secretly and turn off the lights, and I'll hold the door open for you."

Song Jiamu always felt that this line was a bit familiar.

"..."

"..."

The two of them were silent for a while.

"Then I'll go back and take a look now."

Song Jiamu said this, got up and left the room. The girl hiding in the bed immediately became energetic, lifted the quilt, followed him in slippers, opened the door a crack, and waited in the crack like last night.

he.

"Shh."

Song Jiamu made a silent gesture towards her and opened the door normally.

There was no one in the living room and study room. My parents' room door was closed. I looked at the time. It was 11:20. They should be sleeping.

Song Jiamu closed the door to his house normally and turned off the headlights.

I went back to the room and picked up my sweatshirt for tomorrow morning's run. I groped my way out of the dark home very lightly, then opened and closed the door very lightly...

In the room, hearing the faint movement outside, my father said to my mother in confusion:

"Isn't this coming back?"

"Well, I'm overthinking it..."

"Go to bed, go to bed."

…

Song Jiamu returned to the girl's room.

Yun Shuqian took out his pillow and quilt from the cabinet, helped him make the bed, and also took out the night light she bought at the two-dollar store in the afternoon and plugged it into the socket.

Looking at this little night light, Song Jiamu fell into deep thought.

"Did you start planning in the afternoon?"

"What are you talking about?!"

Yun Shuqian lifted up the quilt and got under the quilt, facing the wall with her back to him, as if she didn't want to get close to you at all.

Until Song Jiamu turned off the light and lay down next to her, there was only the dim candle-like light of the night light in the room, just enough to see each other's faces and outlines clearly.

Every year I sit on the bedside table, looking at this goldfish-shaped night light, thinking about how to turn it off.

It was still a little curious. Didn't Song Jiamu come to take it home? Why did he fall asleep here again?

The two people's reserve did not last long.
To be continued...