Life With You

Song Xi's eyes stared slightly: "I'm going to starve to death!"

George Sheng said lightly: "Drink porridge."

Song Xiqing frowned, "I can't get enough to eat porridge."

George Sheng said leisurely: "Do you still know?"

Song Xi stood by the bed with a tray, and asked for the next best thing: "If you want to eat, you can eat first, and I will make another one."

George Sheng's tone was neither salty nor light: "I'm full."

Song Xi whispered: "Then I will eat."

George Sheng said: "Don't eat anything that smells like in my room, just feed it to the dog."

Song Xi said: "It has been eaten, it is also spaghetti."

It's okay if she didn't say that. George Sheng originally wanted to tease her, but she was so dying to say that, George Sheng suddenly became so hot, he hadn't eaten anything that a dog had eaten.

"Go out to eat."

George Sheng's voice was calm.

Song Xi heard that he was upset almost at the first second. Don't ask how she knew it. This is a skill, a skill to survive.

When George Sheng was not so angry, he deliberately put on an uncomfortable look. If he was really angry, he would not bother to talk nonsense. Just like now, to put it better, he would go out to eat, and speak plainly. Just get out!

Song Xi didn't say a word, and turned away with the plate. George Sheng lay on the bed, his eyes closed with anger.

I thought she ran out to eat noodles, but within two minutes, she came back again. George Sheng did not open his eyes. In the dark, he heard the slight noise of the spoon touching the bowl. She was eating, but he couldn't smell anything. Smell.

Song Xi was sitting on the sofa. George Sheng couldn't help but open her eyes and looked sideways. It turned out that she was drinking porridge in the dark.

For a moment, George Sheng was unspeakably happy, as if he had been pleased just right.

Quietly turning his head and closing his eyes, George Sheng asked calmly, "No noodles?"

Song Xi replied, "I just went to wake up the dog and eat supper."

The corners of George Sheng's lips moved upwards very lightly, and after a few seconds he said coldly and warmly: "Didn't you steal two bites?"

Hearing that, Song Xi almost choked himself to death without a bite of sweet porridge. He secretly said that he had sky-wide eyes, saw it?

With a brief guilty conscience, Song Xi's mouth was stiff, and he lied unchangingly: "No."

George Sheng raised his hand and picked up the crystal bowl on the bedside table: "Here, side dishes."

Song Xi stood up, walked over, and then reached out and touched George Sheng's forehead: "How are you feeling now?"

George Sheng said, "I have a headache."

Song Xi said, "Sweating is not as serious as before. You should still catch a cold. I will give you some cold medicine. You go to bed first. If you feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night, call me anytime."

After she finished speaking, she took away her hand, and George Sheng suddenly felt that the softness on her forehead was gone.

His thin lips opened, his words preceded his consciousness: "Where do you sleep?"

Song Xi had already walked back to the coffee table and replied: "Sofa, you still want me to sleep on the ground?"

George Sheng said: "It's not that I let you sleep on the ground, but you stay in my room and don't leave."

Song Xi didn't follow him, but blatantly perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, I slept."

I don't know if I'm hungry, Song Xi actually felt that the fruit and sweet porridge were also delicious, and the more he ate, the more energy.

George Sheng lay flat on the bed. When he was not speaking, the only sound in the room was Song Xi's eating. He could not sleep, maybe bored, silently identifying what kind of fruit she had eaten through his voice... It seemed that she liked eating pineapple.

After Song Xi finished eating, he cleaned up gently, and then walked out. After about twenty minutes, he folded back again, holding a blanket in his hand.

Taking a few cold medicines, Song Xi walked to the bed and whispered, "Take the medicine."

George Sheng opened his mouth, Song Xi put the medicine in and handed him water again.

"Take your temperature again."

George Sheng didn't speak and didn't move. He made it clear that he was raising him. Song Xi had to do it himself, lifted the quilt, and stuffed the thermometer from his neck to his armpit.

Some things are like being born again and again, looking at her now, let alone touching his upper body, just rubbing his lower body at any time, she also promised that her face would not be red or heartbeat.

While waiting for the thermometer, Song Xi went to the coffee table and lit the aromatherapy burner, smelling the faint fragrance, she immediately wanted to sleep.

A few minutes later, Song Xi took out the thermometer and lit her eyes with her mobile phone: "Thirty-eight degrees and five degrees. It's still feverish, but it's already receding. It's not the same when it's good."

After speaking, her eyes changed, because she had told her what was in her heart, and George Sheng was in good health. How did she know that what she had just thought in her heart was that she was in good shape, and she said that because of long-term exercise.

Glancing at George Sheng on the bed, he was motionless, he probably didn't hear anything unusual.

"I'm asleep, call me when I'm sick."

After saying this, Song Xi quickly lay on the sofa, covered with a blanket, and went to sleep with her eyes closed.

After tossing for so long, Song Xi was exhausted physically and mentally, and she wanted to sleep a long time ago, but now she lay down, her thinking was extremely active, and she couldn't sleep.

I was thinking about it, and for a while, George Sheng put his arms around her neck, and the two of them pressed their faces close to each other; after a while, she helped him wipe his body again, and it was so dark that she was still looking so close.

George Sheng slept, Song Xi knew that he hadn't changed his position for a long time, or even moved. She didn't know if he was asleep, so she didn't want to turn over and over again, lying flat, peacefully like a pendulum. Shot of the princess.

For a long time, until Song Xi was in a daze, half asleep and half awake, George Sheng's sleepless voice suddenly came from the room: "Not sleepy?"

Song Xi immediately became sober, looked sideways in the direction of the big bed, and said, "Are you still asleep?"

George Sheng replied: "I can't sleep normally, it's abnormal if you can't sleep."

Song Xi said: "Maybe tired, sleepy, and unable to sleep."

George Sheng said, "You don't need to remind me if you know you have done something."

Song Xi opened her eyes and felt that her eyelids were heavy, and she closed her eyes and replied, "I'm afraid you will forget."

George Sheng said: "You can't sleep, you read for a while."

Song Xi frowned slightly: "What book?"

George Sheng said, "The ones you bought."

Song Xi didn't want to get up, but she couldn't fall asleep even when she was lying down, so she lifted the blanket and sat up.

She was going to turn on the lights, and George Sheng said, "Gang your eyes."

Song Xi asked, "What do I think if I don't turn on the lights?"

George Sheng said: "If you don't have a light, you can stop reading?"

Song Xi seriously suspected that he was correcting her, and took a breath, she tried to calmly ask: "If you don't turn on the light, can you see the words?"

Who expected George Sheng to reply calmly: "What can't it?"

Song Ximei picked up her eyes, simply not believing in evil.

She walked to the bed and picked up a book. The black light was so dark that she couldn't even see the cover. She turned a page and pointed at George Sheng's face: "You can read, I will call you something!"

In the darkness, George Sheng opened his eyes, and then, a low and sweet voice came: "In this world, some roads have to be faced by one person, and they have to travel alone. No matter how dark it is, you have to walk down alone in silence."