Chapter 31

The neon lights outside the window of the room melted into the thick night color.

The lights in the living room had already been turned off, but the corridor of the house was equipped with two body-sensor lights, and the ghostly yellow light shone behind Zhao Shuming, making him look extraordinarily peaceful.

The pajamas he wore today appeared to be new, because Jiang Yimiao hadn’t seen him wear them in her memory, and at first glance they looked just like the simple, solid-colored pajamas from the past, but she felt that there was something not quite right about them.

He was leaning against the door of her room, a certain distance from the bed, and Jiang Yimiao squinted her eyes to try to see Zhao Shuming’s pajamas, but she couldn’t really see anything.

She couldn’t even make out the expression on his face, but for some reason she thought he looked a little cautious.

Jiang Yimiao subconsciously glanced over to where he had slept last night, and the two pillows that had been built up to form the Chu He Han boundary were still lying peacefully in the middle of the bed.

Although it was the center, Jiang Yimiao’s position was obviously much more spacious than Zhao Shuming’s. His pillows were still securely in place.

His pillow was still safely placed on the other side of the bed, and the quilt that Zhao Shuming had covered last night had also been neatly folded by him and rested on the position above his pillow.

Jiang Yimiao opened her lips slightly, remembering that she had forgotten to ask Zhao Shuming if he had a good night’s sleep last night, but the fact that he was asking her now seemed to indicate that he should have gotten a good night’s sleep last night.

“If Miao Miao doesn’t mind, I can also hit the floor.”

Zhao Shuming saw that she didn’t reply immediately, and even though he knew that Jiang Yimiao wouldn’t refuse such a request, he was still worried that she wouldn’t want to.

Jiang Yimiao threw down her cell phone and waved her hands in the air, “No, no, no, you can just sleep in the same spot as yesterday.”

She pointed at Zhao Shuming’s pillow that was still on her bed.

Although Jiang Yimiao now realized that Zhao Shuming and her sleeping in the same bed all the time seemed a little weird, but essentially it was just to let Zhao Shuming have a good night’s sleep, and the two of them didn’t have to lie in the same bed to sleep. It’s not like the two of them have never slept in the same bed before.

So of course she didn’t mind Zhao Shuming sleeping here.

“Isn’t sleeping on the ground not good for your body?” Jiang Yimiao blinked, “You’re going to sleep, so just go straight to bed.”

Jiang Yimiao picked up the cell phone that she had just thrown onto her pillow and realized that it was not even ten o’clock yet, probably because she ate dinner earlier today, and along with that, she took a shower earlier.

Even lying in bed was earlier than usual.

Zhao Shuming slightly lowered his head and answered in a deep voice.

He then walked over to her bedside, wrapped in an aroma and the slight dampness from the shower, and then gently sat down on the bed.

Jiang Yimiao glanced at him before lying down again, although she had to get up early for work tomorrow, it was still a bit early.

Her fingertips touched the Bluetooth headset she wore in her ear and continued to brush the video.

Zhao Shuming in the afterglow shook off his own covers before lying down on the bed.

The entire process Jiang Yimiao didn’t give him one more look, Zhao Shuming hung his head and looked at the neckline of his pajamas, somewhat resentfully wondering if it was because he didn’t show enough?

Jiang Yimiao, who was concentrating on her cell phone, couldn’t guess what Zhao Shuming was thinking in his heart right now.

She is just because she swiped the clip of a drama she chased this month, full of joy and high on the blogger’s cut of the CP. she was so sweet by the images in the video that she couldn’t help herself, and she rolled over with some excitement, and her calves couldn’t help but stick to the bed sheets and tremble.

Jiang Yimiao took a deep breath, followed by a heavy exhale.

Briefly suppressing the dopamine secretion but couldn’t stop the effect of the internal curry peptide, and the emotions of the night were more easily amplified, Jiang Yimiao was so excited just by watching this male and female lead clip.

She simply cut the screen and switched to an app to take a breather.

But she only slowed down, Cheng Wenyao gave her back a string of words, accompanied by several videos she forwarded over.

[What’s this, you can only watch it but not eat it?] Cheng Wen Yao was spitting on the fact that Jiang Yimiao and Zhao Shuming actually had nothing to do with each other.

Although her memory of Zhao Shuming’s appearance was all a bit fuzzy, Jiang Yimiao would almost never compliment any man, and for her to be able to say that meant that Zhao Shuming’s figure was still really good.

But then Wenyao turned her head and forgot about the topic she had just talked to Jiang Yimiao about, and turned the several videos she had swiped on the front page back to Jiang Yimiao.

[This one is good, this one will wear a chest chain.]

[This one is also good, it will also do underarm management.]

[My God, this one is positioned in South City, and he has a mole on his pecs and neck!

Jiang Yimiao was used to replying to every message, she lifted her cell phone and sent a sentence back to Cheng Wenyao.

She glanced at the latest video that Cheng Wen Yao had sent her, the mole on that blogger’s neck was quite obvious, making Jiang Yimiao couldn’t help but think of the small mole on Zhao Shuming’s collarbone.

As she thought so, she looked back at Zhao Shuming, who was also lying on his side holding his cell phone with one hand, but his brows were slightly furrowed as if he was thinking about something.

Because he was lying on his side, the neckline of Zhao Shuming’s pajamas naturally sagged with the force of gravity, and his arm holding the cell phone implicated the muscles of his chest.

From her perspective, the muscles exposed in the air above the neckline were squeezing each other, revealing a hidden gully.

Zhao Shuming immediately felt Jiang Yimiao looking at him, and his gaze moved away from the cell phone to meet her. Ben’s locked brows loosened, revealing a gentle smile, “What’s wrong Miao Miao?”

His voice sounded less muffled and he had no tendency to cough, Zhao Shuming’s illness seemed to have almost healed. Jiang Yimiao quietly scowled.

Spinning around, she shook her head, “It’s nothing.” She turned back to look at her cell phone again.

Cheng Wenyao had sent her another video, but this time it wasn’t a muscular man, it was a cute pet video – the protagonist of the video was a very cute kitten that was only a few months old.

Seeing the cover of the kitten with its big round eyes, Jiang Yimiao clicked on it without hesitation.

She realized that this was the pet blogger she followed, who had adopted another white kitten.

Jiang Yimiao licked her lips and watched as the blogger skillfully began to jerk the cat.

The kitten’s face was round and fleshy, and was gently cupped by the blogger’s hand, then she lowered her head and kissed the kitten like a machine gun.

As she watched the kitten being played with by the human, Jiang Yimiao couldn’t help but bite her own lower lip, and her hand holding the cell phone began to tremble slightly.

Normally in a public place, Jiang Yimiao’s emotions would be distracted and thus not so easily attacked.

However, when she was lying on the bed, which was an absolutely private area, her threshold for the onset of illness was greatly lowered, and as long as she saw something slightly cute, she couldn’t help but want to take a bite out of it.

Jiang Yimiao grabbed the doll lying next to her and forcefully hugged the doll in her arms, with only one thought floating in her mind – I want to pinch it to death so badly, so badly I want to eat it.

Zhao Shuming had been lying on his side, taking in this series of Jiang Yimiao’s actions before she went to bed, and she was having an attack on something cute again.

Just as Zhao Shuming wanted to sit up and seize the opportunity to seduce her, Jiang Yimiao’s cell phone suddenly emitted a shrill voice: “Hey hey hey kitty was born to be eaten by its mother!”

“Ouch my mama.” Jiang Yimiao subconsciously shouted out, and the Bluetooth headset suddenly disconnected, which was why the voice in the video was suddenly externalized.

Jiang Yimiao’s hands and feet frantically pressed the volume button, until the phone was completely muted, and the video on the phone screen was still playing.

She subconsciously turned to look back at Zhao Shuming and couldn’t stop herself from dryly laughing twice.

And Jiang Yimiao’s hand still couldn’t help but squeeze the doll’s small hand hard, and as soon as the words left her mouth, Jiang Yimiao hurriedly swallowed her saliva.

She hadn’t swiped videos of kittens and puppies for a long time, and tonight, thinking that it would be hard to indulge herself, her cell phone suddenly externalized, and the pet blogger’s almost perverted voice came out in such a straightforward manner.

Bloggers like this who are always tempted to kiss their pets to death must also have cuteness aggression.

Although it looked like they wanted to crush their cute little pets to death, they would actually only kiss them and not hurt them.

Jiang Yimiao could actually understand, after all, her situation was much worse than these pet bloggers.

She subconsciously raised her eyebrows and shot a glance at Zhao Shuming, who had a smile on the corner of his mouth, making Jiang Yimiao always feel as if he was laughing at her right now.

Of course Zhao Shuming was laughing at Jiang Yimiao, but he wasn’t making fun of her, rather he thought she was overly cute.

“Miao Miao, are you watching the kitten video?”

“Uh-huh.” Jiang Yimiao rolled over and lay on her side towards Zhao Shuming’s direction, and she nodded against the pillow.

Zhao Shuming smiled softly, Jiang Yimiao actually secretly watched videos of kittens and puppies when she was little.

When she was in middle school, she had followed many pet bloggers on her Weibo, and later on, when video software became popular, even if those bloggers changed platforms, Jiang Yimiao continued to follow and re-follow them.

At that time she was the same as now, wearing thin pajamas lying on the bed, holding the quilt and doll in her arms, watching the screen of the kitten was so cute that she couldn’t help but ravage the doll in her arms. Ravaging the doll in her arms.

If Zhao Shuming had been by her side at that time, she would have bitten at him and then imagined in her brain that she also had a kitten that was so cute that she could not help but jerk it off and give it a hug and a kiss.

Jiang Yimiao felt that her mouth was now covered in a layer of saliva, her teeth itching to bite up and down hard, and her longer nails pinched into her hands, leaving several marks of varying shades.

Ignoring Zhao Shuming’s gaze, she raised her hands in the air and hugged the plush quilt and rubbed it, only slightly relieving her emotions.

But Jiang Yimiao knew that this wasn’t enough, she still needed to bite something to feel better, and she couldn’t wait any longer, so she simply lowered her head and bit her finger.

It was true that she still had to take a bite to relieve her strange illness.

Zhao Shuming suddenly moved his body closer, and both of them were right on the side of the pillow in the center, Zhao Shuming squinted his eyes, “River seems to react strongly to kittens.”

“It would have to be a cute kitten.” After Jiang Yimiao had vented, she threw her cell phone casually onto the middle pillow all in a state of relief.

There were many cute things or creatures in the world, but there were degrees of cute.

And Jiang Yimiao’s strange disease would react in different degrees to her own definition of cute.

She rolled her eyes to think carefully for a while, cute kittens would indeed cause her to react more violently.

Because of her own bite, Jiang Yimiao’s strange sickness had gradually calmed down.

And the video of that kitten had finished playing, and the next video automatically played on the phone.

A flowery white flashed in her afterglow, and Jiang Yimiao realized that this video was that of a fitness and muscle man blogger.

Zhao Shuming lowered his eyebrows and looked at her cell phone, a very strange emotion swirling in his heart.

She held her forehead in some embarrassment and said in her heart: it’s all because Cheng Wenyao shared too many videos like this with her, causing Big Data to think that she liked it too!

Jiang Yimiao hurriedly pressed the pause button on the video, but it happened to stop at the blogger’s upper body, which was engorged with blood after working out today.

Jiang Yimiao was even more embarrassed, so she simply turned the screen off.

The air was quiet for a long time, and the only sound in the spacious and cozy bedroom was the slight wind of the air conditioner, mixed with the not-so-disturbing noise from outside.

“Do you think they look good like this?” Zhao Shuming asked coldly.

“Are you asking about that blogger just now?” Jiang Yimiao blinked, Zhao Shuming’s tone sounded a bit strange, so strange that she Pin didn’t understand his current mood.

She just nodded her head straight and honestly said, “It’s quite good looking ah……”

Jiang Yimiao appreciated all people with a healthy body, whether male or female, and she also admired people who could have the energy and patience to work out to maintain their body.

So she did think that the person’s body just now was good looking, even though she didn’t really see it.

Seeing that Zhao Shuming didn’t have much of an expression, Jiang Yimiao continued, “And practicing like you is also good looking eh.”

Zhao Shuming seemed to feel his heart beating in his chest, as he looked at Jiang Yimiao’s sincere look, his eyes recolored with the joy he felt when he first laid down on the bed, and his gaze returned to tenderness, “You like me like this?”

“Yeah, I’m a little curious, how long do you have to practice like you?”

Jiang Yimiao’s memory of herself for Zhao Shuming’s appearance during her teenage years actually became a little fuzzy.

But the impression was that Zhao Shuming had good athletic talent, and she only remembered that he had abs at that time, but pecs like this were presumably practiced by working out later.

“I can’t remember, probably because my body fat rate was originally lower, so it shouldn’t have taken long to practice to the current effect, but the hard part is how to maintain it. ”

Zhao Shuming didn’t intentionally lose fat, relying nearly on innate advantages and simple exercise.

“Oh.” Jiang Yimiao nodded thoughtfully, “I see that they seem to practice different parts of the body with different equipment, which one do you prefer to practice?”

Jiang Yimiao was simply curious, she was curious about a lot of things, and sometimes the results of her curiosity were of little use to her, but she just wanted to get an answer.

“I prefer practicing chest and back and waist and hips, I guess.” Zhao Shuming said honestly.

He knew Jiang Yimiao’s aesthetics well enough to know what parts she preferred and to what extent.

He said that he was the one who preferred it, but in reality, it was Jiang Yimiao who preferred it.

Jiang Yimiao came closer and subconsciously raised her hand to poke Zhao Shuming’s shoulder with her fingertips.

He was wearing pajamas, and at first glance, he thought that he had the kind of lean figure that could only be seen if he wore that kind of tight-fitting shirt, or if he didn’t wear a top.

Only then could you see the athletic figure of his upper body.

Zhao Shuming looked sideways at her fingertips as he smiled, “Miao Miao, you can touch it if you want to.”

Jiang Yimiao’s fingers jerked back.

However, Zhao Shuming sat up and propped his hands on the pillows, bending his waist closer to Jiang Yimiao and continued, “Miao Miao, you can touch anywhere you want.”

His tone was gentle and still, and although it sounded like a question, it was full of temptation.

Jiang Yimiao looked towards his neck, her gaze gradually shifted downwards again, and she couldn’t help but think of what Cheng Wenyao had said to her only this evening – what exactly were the pecs like to touch?

Reason dominated during the day, but at night it seemed to be dominated by sensuality.

The silence of the late night amplified the emotions within.

The scent of Zhao Shuming’s body escaped between her nostrils, and her gaze did not avoid violating it; after all, she had just seen everything as Zhao Shuming finished his shower.

Still, Jiang Yimiao asked softly, “Can I really touch it?”