Life With You

The whole villa has floor heating. The room is very warm. George Sheng and Song Xi are also wearing summer silk pajamas. He put his arm around her waist and hugged her a little harder, only thinking that her waist was very thin, not enough for him. With arms around.

She was sitting on his lap, her hair swept across his face, she had a very light and inexplicable sweet scent, mixed with the smell of shampoo and body wash.

Song Xi was frightened, and subconsciously raised her hand to grab aside, trying to stabilize her body. In the chaos, she slapped George Sheng with a backhand. George Sheng had no time to hide, so she was slapped abruptly. Just ask people like him to let out a muffled hum, which shows how hard Song Xi was playing.

George Sheng was beaten to the side. Song Xi realized afterwards and took a cold breath. She didn't feel she was sitting on his lap. She hurriedly wanted to turn around to look at him, her **** twisted half a circle on his leg. Er, she turned her back to her side. At first she wanted to touch his face, but temporarily thought that he was George Sheng, she took it back again, and she didn't know where to put her hand, and asked in a flustered voice: "Is it all right?"

George Sheng's nose was sour, and there was a fiery pain under his right eye. With his temper, he should have lifted Song Xi off in a rage, but he didn't even notice it. If so, his arms are still tight. Laid tightly around her waist.

He was silent, Song Xi was nervous and scared, but didn't dare to touch him. There was no noise in the room, and I didn't know what moment it was. Song Xi realized that she was sitting on George Sheng's lap. , The strength of her waist, is his arm around?

Thinking of this, Song Xi's heartbeat was instantly disturbed, her blood was surging, her eyes changed, and she hesitated, she immediately struggled to stand up, George Sheng's arm loosened slowly, and Song Xi went straight to the bed. , She was so sure about the position of the bedside lamp, she reached out and touched...

"Yeah..."

Song Xi touched something soft and slimy.

George Sheng heard her voice and turned his head to look. Although he didn't turn on the light, he saw it clearly, and it was clear that most of the cake was on the bedside table.

"Turn on the headlights."

He finally said something, Song Xi knew that he had caused the trouble, and Ma Liuer ran to the door to turn on the light.

When the lights came on, Song Xi stood alone in a place where George Sheng couldn't see him, annoyed that his eyes closed tightly, regretting, really regretting, why did he have to make this? What a shame!

She wanted face and was timid, afraid that George Sheng would say she was thinking about it. George Sheng's voice came from the room: "Why are you hiding? Come in!"

Listen, it is usually cold, but today it is obviously angry.

Song Xi looked at the door close at hand, hesitating whether to just run away?

But after another thought, the monk could not run to the temple. The whole villa belonged to George Sheng. Where could she hide?

Hey, go ahead, stretch your head and shrink your head as well.

Taking a deep breath, Song Xi didn’t grind, turned around and walked back, quickly turned the corner of the wall, and took a closer look. She wanted to take another breath—a whole cake, not wasted at all, half of it was on the bedside table. On the switch and the power supply, the other half was on the pillows and sheets, and the rest fell under the bed, and the carpet was unnecessary.

Looking at George Sheng again, he was sitting on the side of the bed, pulling a cold face, and staring at Song Xi angrily. Song Xi's hairs were erected by him, but she suddenly narrowed her eyes, hurrying. Step forward, look at him in turn.

George Sheng pressed his anger and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Song Xi looked straight at George Sheng's face, clearly saying that it was under the right eye, raising his hand to touch, George Sheng instinctively not to start.

"Look at it, it looks like it's scratched."

Song Xi had another occupational disease at the moment. Regardless of whether George Sheng was happy or not, she raised her hand to hold his face, not allowing him to dodge, then condescending, staring at him unblinkingly.

George Sheng raised his eyelids and glanced at her, and saw that her eyebrows were picturesque, the tip of her nose was raised, and her lips were plump like pudding.

The two were very close. Song Xi gently touched George Sheng's eyes with her index finger. George Sheng frowned and waved her hand away.

Song Xi said, "You scratched the bottom of your eye."

George Sheng thought to himself, no wonder it was so hot, but he was surprisingly not angry at all, until Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a mess by the bedside, and the fire gradually came up again.

"Song Xi, is this why you came in most of the night?"

George Sheng sat on the edge of the bed, black clothes, black trousers, black hair, and his unique handsome face, becoming more and more indifferent.

Song Xi looked at him, especially the scar on the bottom of his eyes, fresh out of the oven, and bloodshot in the heavy areas.

The pink lips opened, and she replied with a good attitude: "I'll go down and get a medicine box and handle it for you. Can I scold it later?"

George Sheng wanted to say no, but somehow he didn't say it. When Song Xi saw that he was silent, he took it as an acquiescence and immediately turned around to get the medicine box.

After she left, George Sheng took back his ferocious expression and got up and went to the bathroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror, there is a long scratch on the fundus of the right eye, which extends from half of the eye to the end of the eye. The front end is relatively heavy and the skin oozes blood, and the back is just a red mark.

He has a normal skin color, slightly paler than men, and his face is not long and very clean, so this scratch is more abrupt.

When Song Xi came up with the medicine box from downstairs, George Sheng was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette. Song Xi walked over, put the medicine box on the coffee table, lowered his head to take things out, and said, "I'm sorry."

George Sheng shot the ash into the ashtray and said lukewarmly, "Clean up."

Song Xi took a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant water and said, "I know."

She had to bend down to give him medicine. George Sheng still didn't cooperate and didn't mention raising her face. Song Xi could only bend her waist deeper. George Sheng didn't look at her at first. It was the cotton swab that hit the wound and gave him a sting. He just wanted to tease her with excuses, but after a glimpse, Song Xi didn't know when his eyes were red.

George Sheng thought he was wrong, so he couldn't help looking at her. Song Xi pressed her lips tightly, stared at his wounds, and gave him medicine, but it was obvious that she was forbearing, and a mist of water appeared in her eyes. .

After George Sheng watched for a few seconds, surprise and imperceptible nervousness flashed across his eyes, and he asked, "What are you crying for?"

Song Xi said, "No."

Having said that, for an instant, his vision was blurred.

When George Sheng saw this, he was a little restless. After a two-second pause, he said, "I was injured and my bed couldn't sleep. You cry, what am I doing?"

A big drop of tears fell from Song Xi’s eyes. Song Xi immediately raised his hand and wiped it off, and then replied with his throat tightly: "It was my fault. I wanted to give you a surprise and make you happy, but in the end I messed up. ."

She felt wronged in her heart. It didn't feel like a hot face and cold ass. Although George Sheng was indeed lukewarm, the ending was too far from what she had imagined. She couldn't stand her stupidity and fell into such an embarrassing situation.

George Sheng hesitated for a moment looking at how she was still holding back her grievances, and his thin lips opened: "I'm not unhappy."