Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 81 Don't Take Things Out of Your Skirt
Walk out of the community and come to the bus station.

"Then, Mr. President, who responds to the actual situation on the spot, have you thought about what we will do today?"

Song Jiamu asked, the event plan was written for the Social Council, and the progress of the event was decided by Yun Shuqian. Since she was willing to arrange it, he was also willing to go out without thinking.

Generally speaking, when boys and girls go out together, the boys always have to work harder, and the girls just lie down and listen to the arrangements.

"Of course, didn't we agree, we're going to the haunted house." Yun Shuqian looked eager to try.

Looking at her outfit today, Song Jiamu was even less confident about her going to the haunted house. Although she was still the same person, she looked much weaker than usual, so much so that he even became protective of this guy want.

"If you forget it, you will definitely be scared to cry."

"I'm going!"

"..."

Forgot about this, I should have said 'You are so bold, even a haunted house can't scare you, it's boring', saying that she was about to be scared to cry, Yun Shuqian got up against him.

"Just go to the haunted house?"

"Well, just respond on the spot, let's do this for now."

The playground is on the side of Sunan Cultural Center, and the place where the two met last time is also there.

The 262 bus came, Yun Shuqian got on the bus first, and Song Jiamu followed her.

The girl's legs under the pleated skirt were particularly eye-catching. Song Jiamu looked down. Her thighs were fleshy, her calves were slender, her skin was so fair that it seemed to be shining, and even her knees were tender.

There were quite a lot of passengers getting on the bus together, so Song Jiamu moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her to prevent others from squeezing beside her.

After swiping the card, Song Jiamu led her to the corner and let her lean inside.

It was a holiday, and there were quite a lot of people in the car, but with Song Jiamu's protection, Yun Shuqian felt quite spacious.

She was leaning against the angle, her beautiful legs were close together, her white shoes were pressed against Song Jiamu's toe, she looked down.

Yun Shuqian has never seen this guy wearing such white shoes, the style is quite similar to hers, and the distance between the two is so close, it smells like a couple's shoes.

Song Jiamu stood face to face with her. As the car started, he swayed a little, but quickly stabilized his body.

His two arms were holding on to the railings on both sides, and she was in such a small space surrounded by him.

Song Jiamu looked down at her, and Yun Shuqian also looked up at him, sizing up each other boldly.

"Are you wearing makeup?"

When Song Jiamu asked this, Yun Shuqian felt a little guilty.

When she was not yet developed, her daily behavior was almost the same as his, except that she squatted down to pee.

And as the characteristics of a girl gradually appeared, she gradually had the concept of men and women. When she grew Mao Mao for the first time, she was terrified.

"It's makeup, what do you want to say."

"Uh...don't look at me like that, I just think it's pretty."

"Is it obvious..."

"People who don't know you may not be able to see it."

Song Jiamu said to himself: "But we know each other so well, we can still feel it, I thought your eyebrows grew a little... I mean, it's really pretty."

In order to protect the little white shoes, Song Jiamu spoke carefully.

"I also put on lipstick, can you see it?" Yun Shuqian asked again.

Unlike ordinary couples dating, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian have known each other for more than ten years, and they are full of curiosity about some changes in the details of the two parties, which always feels strange and interesting.

"Eh?"

Song Jiamu really didn't pay much attention to what she didn't say, he leaned over to look at her lips carefully.

The girl's lips are very attractive, delicate like petals peeled from a flower bud, moist and misty, and there are some extremely fine transparent fluff beside the lips, which are more real and palpable. Kiss Fangze probably describes such lips.

The two got very close, Yun Shuqian held his breath subconsciously, leaned his hands on the wall behind him, stood up a little bit, stared at him with big eyes, always felt that this guy was going to kiss him if he didn't pay attention.

"It can be seen that it should be a lipstick similar to a healthy lip color? But it is more glossy than usual."

"Cherry."

"...You can also eat lipstick?" Song Jiamu was greatly shocked.

"You can't eat it as a meal, you are a pig."

"No wonder I watch TV dramas where the heroine's lipstick is so obvious, and the male lead is still gnawing on it."

Of course, it's definitely not because the lipstick is delicious that it's so fun to eat it, but Song Jiamu is also relieved, maybe he will eat it in the future, as long as he doesn't get poisoned.

"Why are you wearing white shoes?"

Yun Shuqian moved the toe of her shoe a little, and the two of them touched each other. Song Jiamu felt it immediately when she moved.

"You won't step on my shoes again when you come out to play?"

"Who would step on you? It's obviously you who keep putting your shoes on my feet, hum..."

Seeing his shoes so white, Yun Shuqian felt like ants were crawling all over her body, always wanting to leave something on his shoes.

It seems that he is really prepared, otherwise she will value it so much, then at the next club event, she will not put on makeup if she is killed. Not only did he change into new shoes, but he also changed into new underwear... Don't mention this Stubble okay! !
Yun Shuqian was speechless, it was good that he didn't mention it before, but after mentioning it, she couldn't help herself to think about it, and even looked at a certain location vaguely.

This kind of thing is like before a date, a girl whispers in a boy's ear: "I'm wearing a whole set of underwear!" Then she rolls up her trousers: "Look, there are stockings!"

Song Jiamu coughed twice, propped his hands against the wall, leaned into Yun Shuqian's ear, and asked in a very low voice:
"It's the first time I saw you wearing a short skirt. Of course, I have no other intentions. Ultimate Invincible looks good. I just kindly remind you...are you wearing safety pants?"

"..."

Yun Shuqian's pretty face blushed quickly, and finally found a chance to step on his pure white shoe, leaving a faint imprint that belonged to her.

"Are you stupid? I'm not stupid. I must wear it! If you ask this kind of question again, I will beat you to death!"

"My shoes..."

Song Jiamu looked at his little white shoes, wanting to cry but not crying.

Speaking of it, wearing a short skirt feels great, especially in summer, when the wind blows and it's chilly, which just offsets the sweltering feeling that girls naturally wear one more underwear than boys.And compared to long skirts, short skirts are more youthful and sweet, but they have higher requirements for leg shape. Many girls will also choose to match calf socks or over-the-knee socks to modify their leg shape.

In short, today's attire made Yun Shuqian feel like a very girly girl. If this guy hadn't broken her defenses, his little white shoes would not have suffered such bad luck.

"Did you not bring your notebook?" Yun Shuqian asked.

She looked at Song Jiamu, like ordinary boys when they go out, they set off lightly, even if there are things that need to be brought, as long as the pockets can fit, they are all stuffed in the pockets.

He didn't wear a backpack, nor did he have a bag under his arm, ah, if he had a bag under his arm, he would feel at least 40 years old.

"I brought my mobile phone, power bank, earphones, wallet, chewing gum, and tissues."

Song Jiamu took out his things to show her. The mobile phone was in the left trouser pocket, and the rest of the things were hidden in the inner pocket of his denim jacket.

There is no money in the wallet, but there are several bank cards and ID cards.

He took out two pieces of chewing gum casually, handed one piece to Yun Shuqian, and he peeled off a piece himself and began to chew.

"Give me the paper."

Song Jiamu took the wrapping paper she peeled off and put it in his pocket.

He observed it, and compared to boys, girls have much fewer pockets on their clothes. For example, Yun Shuqian's current outfit, he didn't find that she had pockets, so she needed to carry a bag, so she had to Admire the designer's design needs in clothing of different genders.

Song Jiamu was not surprised until Yun Shuqian took out her mobile phone from her skirt.

"Your skirt still has pockets?!"

"Of course there is~"

Yun Shuqian looked at him as if he had never seen the world, and proudly turned it out to show him, fingers in the folds of the skirt, the pockets were hidden very secretly.

"I've seen it for a long time, but it's the first time I've seen a girl put a mobile phone in this pocket."

"..."

After reading the time, at [-]:[-], Yun Shuqian put her phone in her bag calmly. She has to be a girl, and she can't do the act of picking things out of the pleated skirt anymore.

It's so annoying, why is it so troublesome to be a girl!

Although she looked like a girl to outsiders, it was actually because she was not familiar with the other party. When she was in front of Song Jiamu, she would always forget that she was a girl.

How could a girl talk to him about makeup, safety pants, etc. Now that I think about it, I always feel that I am a master of women's clothing, and I am sharing my experience in women's clothing with my good brother.

No, no, you can't blame her, he was the one who talked first!

Doesn't that mean that he subconsciously doesn't regard her as a girl yet?
Thinking about it this way, Yun Shuqian felt a big blow. It seemed that there was still a long way to go before he could change his mind.

"Even if you don't bring a notebook, you have to keep a good record of your activities at any time. After today's activities are over, you need to give me a review."

"No, do you still want to write down your experience?"

"As the name suggests, collecting folk customs and customs in specific places, materials that are conducive to creation, etc. If you don't write about your experience and get any inspiration from it, then what is the difference between us and dating?"

"Okay, my phone can also record, let's take a photo first."

"You are not allowed to post Moments." Yun Shuqian was vigilant.

"I won't send it."

"...If you secretly block me and I find out, you will know what will happen."

"Don't say it so scary, okay..."

"You are not a worry-free guy."

"Come here."

Song Jiamu turned on the front camera, held up his phone, and turned around. Yun Shuqian was behind him, and the background was the flowing scenery outside the car window.

On the screen were two people on the way out, Song Jiamu gave a thumbs up and smiled.

Yun Shuqian also smiled, came out from his shoulder, and made a pair of scissors beside his face.

(End of this chapter)