Life With You

With tears in her eyes, Song Xi helped George Sheng deal with the wound. She immediately turned and walked to the bed. There were cakes under the bed. She was unreasonably wronged in her heart, but she couldn't cry. After a short time of helplessness, she bent down and held it. He picked up half of the cake that had fallen on the bedside table, turned and walked out.

George Sheng, sitting on the sofa, kept looking at her and wanted to stop her, but he didn't speak immediately.

There was no trash can in his room. Song Xi walked out for a while, carrying the trash can and dampened towels in.

Squatting under the bedside table, Song Xi picked up the cake on the carpet and threw it into the trash can.

George Sheng came from behind her and sat on the side of the bed. Song Xi saw his black pajamas right beside her. He was sitting and she was squatting. This position made her feel ashamed and sent surprises. In the end, I did it like a maid.

As I was thinking, suddenly there was a voice above my head: "Song Xi."

It was George Sheng's voice, Song Xi instinctively raised his head to look at him, but before he looked up, people only felt that the front was pink and white. Song Xi was stunned, and squatted motionless. Most of the face is covered with pink cream.

After seven or eight seconds, Song Xicai's eyelashes quivered and opened her eyes tentatively.

The dark pupils looked at George Sheng in front of him through a layer of cream, his face was still beautiful, no happiness or anger, she slowly looked down, he turned over and put the right hand on his leg, it was clearly full of cream, Song Xi is still in a state of brain crash, so she doesn't say a word.

George Sheng stared at her slightly, his thin lips lightly opened: "Forgive you."

The two looked at each other, and Song Xi stared at him unblinkingly. After a few seconds, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears were about to fall as she spoke.

George Sheng said: "Hold back."

Song Xi wanted to hold back, but couldn’t hold it back. His creamy face, any micro expression was particularly funny, like a performer. George Sheng saw it, a touch of something under his eyes, and then whispered: "You let me Seeing blood, and making my room like this, can't I take revenge?"

His voice was low and sweet, he could not hear anger or teasing, but he had such a small temper.

Song Xi nodded: "Okay."

Her big eyes were dark and bright, and her face was creamy and white and pink. She squatted on his legs like an angry little daughter-in-law.

George Sheng wanted to pull her up, but somehow, when he raised his hand, he couldn't help but wiped some cream on her face.

Song Xi was forced to close her eyes, frowning and pursing her lips.

George Sheng's lips twitched, and the smile in his eyes melted the iceberg.

After waiting for a few seconds, Song Xi wanted to open his eyes, but as soon as his eyelashes moved, there was another handful of thick cream, which made Song Xi snorted.

George Sheng must have gone to the bedside table to touch the cream again, otherwise it would be impossible!

Song Xi's grievance gradually turned into anger, but the enemy was in the light, she was in the dark, she did not dare to open her eyes, and only asked aloud, "Is it enough?"

George Sheng smiled in his eyes, Song Xi couldn't see it, only heard him ‘um’.

Song Xi didn't believe him, she closed her eyes and turned around carefully, opened her eyes after moving a few steps, got up and walked to the place where the coffee table put the paper, and wiped her face with the paper.

George Sheng saw that she stopped crying and got up to go to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she passed by Song Xi, Song Xi suddenly called out, "George Sheng."

George Sheng turned his head and looked, Song Xidong raised his hand and lifted it up to wipe George Sheng's face, but George Sheng reacted quickly and clasped her wrist, so he was embarrassed again now. Song Xi held up his creamy right hand. , Looking at George Sheng's face close at hand, just can't touch it.

George Sheng squeezed her slender wrist, feeling that she was still stretching forward hard, glanced at her and said, "Are you tired?"

Song Xi said: "Wipe each other on birthdays."

As she said, she touched her face with her left hand, and then raised her hand to rub against him. How could George Sheng give her a chance to clasp her left wrist again, frowning, and he threatened in a deep voice: "Be honest."

Song Xi went out and couldn’t move her wrists. She moved her fingers and said to George Sheng, “It’s a waste if the cake isn’t eaten in your mouth. It’s a waste of food if you just throw it away. Come on."

She really stretched forward with all her strength, but with this little strength in front of George Sheng, it was tantamount to shaking the tree.

When George Sheng saw her fangs and claws, a joke flashed across her beautiful eyes: "Afraid of waste?"

Song Xi said, "This cake is quite expensive, so let it ‘dead’ its place."

When the voice fell, George Sheng suddenly relieved his strength. Song Xi was wondering if he wanted to open it. As a result, George Sheng folded her arm and pulled her wrist to wipe the cream on her palm again. Her face.

Song Xi didn't expect it in the first few seconds. She opened her eyes and opened her mouth. When she tasted the sweetness in her mouth, she immediately ‘poofed’, closed her eyes and mouth, and clenched her fists to prevent him from succeeding.

George Sheng saw her face covered with flowers, and then let go and stepped aside, his eyes filled with smiles.

Song Xi stood there, dumbfounded. After a while, he opened his eyes, found where George Sheng was standing, and glared at him.

This time George Sheng did not hide his smile, and said in a slightly mocking tone: "It's not a waste."

Song Xi stared at him fiercely for a few seconds, and then at a certain moment, like a small firecracker that had been ignited, she suddenly turned her head and rushed towards the bedside table, where there were unfinished cake'wrecks', and she held a handful. Then turned around and rushed to George Sheng: "I played it with you!"

What does an old saying say? The tiger is not afraid when the calf is crazy.

Song Xi is now barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, and was teased by George Sheng one after another. She wanted to die with him now. George Sheng looked a little nervous at her careless appearance, and instinctively took a step back.

His fear further contributed to Song Xi’s arrogance. She rushed over and threw a piece of cake on George Sheng. George Sheng did not expect that she would really dare, so she stood there and did not hide, with a slight impact on her chest. Feeling, looking down, there are fist-sized pink and white cream traces on the black pajamas.

He has a habit of cleanliness. No one has ever dared to provoke him like this. He instantly rushed to the top of his head with anger. George Sheng raised his hand and easily clamped Song Xi who ran in front of him. Song Xi was smarter. Didn't he grab her wrist, her bones? It's very soft, let's drop my hand hard, grab his sleeve of cream first.

George Sheng felt that his throat and eyes were smeared with cream and couldn't say anything. He clamped her wrist and held it to the top of her head. Song Xi thought he was going to repeat the same trick again, so he first clenched his fists and closed his eyes. Unexpectedly, George Sheng came to a difficult one. She didn't see how he did it. She just felt that her body turned, and in the next second, someone else was standing behind her, and her arms were broken to her back. His wrist was pinched with one hand.

Angrily, George Sheng took Song Xi to the bed, and his free right hand grabbed a piece of cake full of cream, raised it to her face in mid-air, and threatened, "Are you still playing?"