Life With You

The movie lasted for two hours, and the crime-solving film added a burst of laughter. Song Xi almost passed out without a smile. Fortunately, she was not the only woman in the hall, and the other people were louder than her. The laughter is contagious, George Sheng Holding Song Xi's hand, the coldness in his eyes had long since turned into tenderness. Sometimes he couldn't help but kiss her sideways. Song Xi was afraid of being seen, but they were the last row.

After it was over, the people in the front row went out for supper. Han Chunmeng turned his head and said to Song Xi: "Xiao Xi, I won't go, I'm going back to the hospital to see Dong Xu."

Diana said: "I'm not going either, I'll go with Damengmeng."

Song Xi didn't wait to say anything, Chang Jingle in the front row stepped up with his long legs and said, "I will send them off."

Song Xi gave Chang Jingle a suggestive look in his eyes. Chang Jingle didn't laugh. They were two of them. I was alone. What kind of posture could I have.

George Sheng said to Yuan Bao: "You send Xiaowen home after you have eaten."

Qiao Aiwen looked over: "Aren't you going home?"

George Sheng took Song Xi's hand: "We still have business."

Song Xi didn't know what else was going on with George Sheng, but everyone else looked ambiguous, and Song Xi blushed and heartbeat.

The crowd separated in the mall. When there were only two people left, Song Xi asked, "What are you going to do now?"

George Sheng did not answer and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Song Xi said: "It's okay, I eat late at night."

George Sheng didn't say anything. She drove her to the Haiwei Hotel. When she saw the hotel, Song Xi immediately got something unusual, her heart fluctuated, and she asked calmly, "What are you doing here?"

George Sheng said: "Live."

Song Xi said, "Aren't we going home tonight?"

George Sheng replied with a very meaningful sentence: "It depends."

Song Xi pretended not to understand, and asked herself: "If we don't go back, will your mother be upset?"

George Sheng's handsome face was calm, his thin lips opened, and he said lightly: "My mother just wants me to be happy."

As soon as this sentence came out, it was very obvious. If Song Xi didn't know what he wanted to do, she would be a fool.

The two came to the top floor of the hotel and the door opened. She took the lead to walk in. The moment she heard the door behind her was closed, her wrist was also caught.

I don't know how many women will fantasize about a scene where the loved man is against the wall, without saying a word, only the most primitive instinct in the body.

At the moment Song Xi was pressed against the wall by George Sheng, the room was dark with no lights on. Darkness makes people daring, and makes people remove all the disguise and baggage in the daytime, and replace them with the gushing wildness and desire pressed in the bottom of my heart.

George Sheng accurately kissed Song Xi's lips, and forcefully opened her lips and teeth, demanding all her sweetness and softness, Song Xi's instant tension and tension, but immediately indulged in his domineering and burning heat.

Kissing in the corridor for ten seconds, George Sheng held her waist with both hands and hugged her a little harder. Song Xi's legs were wrapped around his waist. It was obviously the first time he did such a gesture, but there was a tacit understanding between the two , It seems to have been operated thousands of times.

He led her towards the master bedroom, during which she walked around his neck like a vine, a vine spirit that fascinated people, and was so fascinated by George Sheng.

He pressed her down on the bed, Song Xi touched it casually, and felt a lot of soft foreign objects. She was startled, her lips left him, and she snorted in wonder.

George Sheng said in a low voice, "Petals, I make them romantic. They didn't wink at all and made a bed."

Song Xi said, "Let me see if you turn on the light."

George Sheng took a light or heavy bite on her lips, knowing that she was on the plate and the cooked duck could not fly off, so he got up and turned on the bedside lamp. The warm yellow light instantly illuminates forty or fifty In the flat master bedroom, Song Xi lay on the big bed covered with red rose petals. He sat up and looked on the floor. The floor was also covered with thick layers. The velvet-like material makes people feel good. .

George Sheng took off his jacket and inner sweater, looked at Song Xi and asked, "Is it enough?"

Sitting on the bed, Song Xi was really peachy and more beautiful than flowers. She cast a wink at George Sheng intentionally or unintentionally, and she whispered, "You go take a bath first."

George Sheng leaned down, put his hands on Song Xi's side, very close to her, and asked in a low voice, "What about you?"

Song Xi said, "I'll take a bath too."

George Sheng's black pupils sank instantly: "Together?"

Song Xi touched a shirt button under his throat, with a smile, "I want to be beautiful."

George Sheng pressed down and kissed her, whispering in her ear: "Let's wash it together, I'll help you."

Song Xi's bones are soft, but she thinks that the days will be long in the future, she must hold back, always give good things slowly, so that there will be surprises every day.

When he was obviously desperate, Song Xi pushed him away and told him to take a bath. George Sheng didn't know what Song Xi was doing, but before he went in, he took out a silver aluminum foil bag from his trouser pocket, which was obvious.

Song Xi looked at him, smiling while taking off his coat, George Sheng's dark eyes curled up and he didn't say anything, then turned and went into the bathroom.

He took a bath very quickly, and he came out wearing a bathrobe after washing, but Song Xi was not in the master bedroom. He looked around and found the sound of water in the guest bedroom bathroom.

Reaching out and pressing the doorknob, the door did not open. After three seconds, the sound of water stopped and Song Xi's voice came from inside: "Rogue."

George Sheng stood at the door waiting for her. When she came out, he immediately picked her up and walked to the master bedroom.

Song Xi wrapped his neck, and the moment the two fell on the bed, she quickly turned off the only bedside lamp, and the room fell into darkness again, and the black after it was lit, pure black.

There was still a halo in front of Song Xi, and she could not see anything. Only George Sheng in the darkness could truly touch him. She could feel his urgency because the muscles in his arms were so tight, like It was a rock that couldn't be beaten. She thought he would be very impatient, but he suppressed all the impulses and was willing to step down and do it step by step.

He was trying to please her, Song Xi lost consciousness for a few moments, but when he unfastened the belt of the bathrobe around her waist, Song Xi turned around and rolled him around, pressing him under her.

The little hand slid in along the placket of his chest, touched his hot chest, and moved up to his heart inch by inch.

Hanging her head, her lips came to his ears, in a very low voice, with a bewilderment that tore through reason: "Will I serve you tonight?"

George Sheng buzzed his brain, **** reason and restraint, at this moment the beast in his heart was roaring, wishing to rush out of the shackles and directly abuse him.

The Adam’s apple rolled up and down, and he made an obvious swallowing motion. A few seconds later, he replied in a deep voice: "Okay."

Song Xi smiled silently, and with her hand down, he lifted the bathrobe on his body and pressed it to the source of his near collapse.