Life With You

Song Xiken took the initiative to serve him. George Sheng instinctively felt that this was a tactic to lure the enemy. Where could such good things happen?

Sure enough, Song Xi’s so-called wait-and-see, it really means, “Brother doesn’t need to move, sister is fully automatic”. She pressed his body with one hand, and made waves under him with the other hand. Even someone with determination like George Sheng is still being The reason she teased was out of control.

"I am enough, I will serve you instead." His voice was dull, with a strong taste of obsession.

Song Xi raised his hand and rubbed his soft thin lips. When he spoke, his voice was enough to make a man throw away his helmet and armor: "You don't need to wait on me tonight, as long as you are comfortable."

George Sheng immediately wanted to turn over, but Song Xi leaned on him, pressing her foot against the bed, and stopped him from moving.

George Sheng hugged her lightly and whispered: "You are going to kill me."

Song Xi took the initiative to lift her chin and kiss him, learning what he usually did to her, and whispered in a bewildered voice: "Don't restrain yourself, do whatever you want, I will stay with you tonight."

George Sheng kissed her neck and whispered, "I want to fall into you."

Song Xi was crunched all over, biting his auricle and said, "Do you know why women like to receive gifts? In fact, what we want is not necessarily the gift itself, but slowly, slowly, step by step to unpack the whole package. The process...You don't need to wear a condom today, I'll be there all the time..."

George Sheng didn't understand her meaning until this moment, no wonder she kept waiting for him, feeling barely.

The sweetest and most tormenting way is both a gift and a punishment.

Song Xi has this ability, and even people like George Sheng have to become her "thing in the palm".

She promised to be satisfied with Baojun this night, so George Sheng divided it into three times, spent a little midnight with her, the first time was only ten minutes, she was still smug, she didn't expect him to tease so much, but the next two, once and a half More than an hour, another longer, he called her up early in the morning, she endured the sleepiness to help him, and finally did not know whether to punish him or punish herself.

Although I didn’t ask for her, I was so cool after all. This was also a breakthrough for the two of them. What's more, Song Xi was afraid of his overlord’s hard bow in the middle, and even said something that was not ashamed or embarrassing. : "With hands today, what will you use next time to make sure that you don’t use it, don’t you expect?"

George Sheng admitted that he was bought by her words. There is no way. The meaning behind these words is too deceptive. Even if he knows this is her wicked procrastination tactics, he is still addicted to it and cannot extricate himself.

She is the fish on his chopping board, let her flop for a few more days, he has a lot of time to play with her.

Song Xi only fell asleep in the early morning, and then opened his eyes, looking at the man's slender and raised collarbone. The recessed place was filled with shadows, like a whirlpool of desire, which made people addicted.

Thinking of last night, Song Xi didn’t know how to face George Sheng. Both of them looked like upright gentlemen. He was even more abstinent. But when he lay on the bed, the curtains were pulled, his reason receded, his desires grew and he didn’t talk. The content, even the dull voice is imaginative.

Song Xi probed forward and kissed George Sheng's collarbone with her lips. After a while, a man's slightly lazy voice came from above her head: "Awake?"

Song Xi gave a ‘um’, and then asked, "Are you asleep?"

George Sheng said: "I slept for a few hours."

Song Xi had an occupational disease and replied with a flushed face and a heartbeat: "You still consume less, so you can sleep when you are tired."

George Sheng touched her left hand under the quilt, clasped her fingers, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for it."

Song Xi's face was hot, and then he asked: "Why don't you say that I have worked hard?"

George Sheng's voice was full of smiles and petting: "You are you, it is it. You said it yourself. I used my hand last night and I am looking forward to it next time."

Song Xi didn't hold it, buried her head on his neck, and said dullly, "It's daytime now, don't say it."

George Sheng chuckles: "There are still two faces during the day and night."

Song Xi said, "I will still transform into Sailor Moon, believe it or not?"

The two said a few words on the bed. Song Xi didn't bother him and didn't touch him. George Sheng suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Touch."

Touching, Song Xi had hardly heard these words from George Sheng before last night, but after last night, she knew what they meant.

Can't help but look up at him, she said sincerely: "Excessive indulgence is bad for your health."

On George Sheng's handsome face, he was born with a sense of alienation, but at this moment he was covered with dangerous and obscure desires. He said he wanted, where would anyone be willing to refuse?

As soon as he opened his eyes, it made him happy again before he was willing to let her get out of bed.

As Song Xi walked to the bathroom, George Sheng said behind him, "I brought you underwear."

Song Xi turned his head, blushing and cursed: "Smelly hooligan."

George Sheng leaned on the head of the bed, with the quilt on the waist, exposing his whole strong upper body. He lit a cigarette, but he smiled silently at her.

When the two came out of the hotel, it was already more than one o'clock in the afternoon. George Sheng called Qiao Aiwen and asked if she had eaten at home. Qiao Aiwen was dazed over there, and she was not awake.

Last night, George Sheng took Song Xi to the hotel, and the others went to eat supper, and then performed a karaoke at midnight. When Qiao Aiwen returned home, it was almost bright, and there was no dinner at this time.

George Sheng said casually: "Then let's go back and eat. Yesterday's lamb was delicious. Let's have hot pot today."

Qiao Aiwen was irritated and said loudly: "I will go to Sacheng tomorrow, not seeing or worrying!"

When George Sheng hung up, Song Xi said, "I'll stop by to the mall in a moment. I'll buy a little gift for your mother."

George Sheng smiled but did not smile: "If you don't come home at night, do you feel ashamed?"

Song Xi pouted, "Who is to blame?"

George Sheng was in a very good mood, and he rarely said softly, "Blame me."

The luxury goods counter in the largest shopping mall in Night City is not on holiday during the Chinese New Year. Song Xi and George Sheng arrived in front of Chanel. He temporarily answered the phone, so he didn’t go in. Song Xi walked in by himself without wasting time. This scarf was given to Qiao Aiwen, and I picked a bag suitable for middle-aged people.

The clerk was ready to help Song Xi swipe the card, and another clerk came over and said, "This bag has been ordered."

Song Xi waited for the result from the side, and the two shop assistants whispered a few words, and then her shopping guide said apologetically: "Excuse me, there is only one of this bag at present, I don't know someone has already ordered it, or you can read it again. See others?"

Originally, Song Xi didn't care, until after the voice of "welcome" behind him, a man stood in front of the cash register and said, "I ordered a bag before. You asked me to get it today."

Song Xi was familiar with her voice, and looked sideways. The man's profile... turned out to be Sheng Chenzhou.