Life With You

After returning home, Song Xi said that he wanted to take a bath. George Sheng put her a jar of water. Originally, she wanted to go in with her. She said that she wanted to wash it by herself. She stayed in it for more than an hour. George Sheng would appear at the door from time to time in the middle. Song Xi understands that she is afraid that something will happen to her, so she always responds to him.

Two hours and twenty minutes after she went in, George Sheng couldn't help but opened the door and walked in. He looked up and saw that Song Xi was sitting in the bathtub, rubbing his arms vigorously with a towel, and did not turn his head when he heard the sound.

When he approached, his black pupils shrunk without a trace. Song Xi was very white, and his skin looked like fine porcelain. In addition to his usual care, his body would always look like soft white satin, clean and flawless. There are obvious red-purple pinch marks on the back of the arm, which shows that it has been pressed hard, and the calf is also the strip mark left by the belt.

Those pictures that he had never seen before were clearly visible from the marks on her body at this time. She was even blue on her hips, and she hit it when she was struggling. She didn't feel pain at the time, nor at the moment, only shame was left.

Song Xi wanted to erase all these traces. The skin on her body was almost lost, but these traces were like tarsus maggots.

George Sheng thought she just wanted to calm down. Who would have thought that she was wiping the bruises all the time. He leaned over to wrap her hand and said softly, "Don't wipe it."

Song Xi stared straight at the corner of his arm, and only said one word: "Dirty."

George Sheng didn't dare to use too much force. He grabbed her hand with one hand, and slowly took away the towel from her hand with the other, and said, "It's not dirty."

Song Xi didn’t have a towel in her hand, so she just raised her hand and rubbed it. After two strokes, she rubbed her white and tender skin even more red. George Sheng put the towel aside and squatted by the bathtub, holding one of her wrists with one hand, looking at She said: "You are not dirty, it is them who are dirty."

Song Xi hung her head without saying a word, but tears fell on the water. George Sheng's heart felt like a needle prick, and he hugged her soggy as he was still wearing a shirt.

Not knowing what to do, he could only ask in a suppressed voice: "What do you want to do?"

How can she feel better?

He can't see her like this.

Song Xi whispered: "You hug me."

George Sheng was holding her, and when he heard that his arm tightened, she felt him beside him.

Song Xi leaned on George Sheng's shoulder, breathing with a familiar smell, but closing her eyes, Tan Kai and the ugly faces that obliterated conscience came to her eyes one after another. She opened her eyes in fright. Like a shadow.

I still remember being intercepted and killed on the street before, and there were shootings. These incidents affected her psychology to varying degrees. She thought she had resistance, but unexpectedly the ugliness of the human heart and the danger of the world were far more than her. The imagination is scary.

Song Xi didn't know that she was trembling, but couldn't bear it even thinking about it. George Sheng's legs squatting across the bathtub were numb, so he put on clothes and pants, raised his legs and stepped in, soaked and holding her as tender as a baby.

Some people have cleanliness in their lives, and some people have cleanliness in their hearts. Song Xi happens to be the latter. She can't stand her body being touched by others, even if it's just behind her clothes. She wants to be like a snake peeling off its skin. , I peeled myself off and started over again.

George Sheng guessed what she was thinking from the stiffness of her body and the tendency to touch the bruises. He leaned over and kissed her, from ear to profile, then eyes...

Song Xi closed her eyes and said in a very soft voice, "I want to take a bath..."

George Sheng said: "I can't wait."

He kissed her lips, at first it was gentle and soft, then slowly deepened and deepened, with a strong love, wrapped her under his own power without any dead ends.

The breathing of both of them gradually became low and rapid, and Song Xi was more anxious than before. She was anxious to absorb the body temperature and smell of George Sheng, trying to use his own taste to cover her disgusting strange taste.

George Sheng understands what she thinks, so she has a possessive desire to break everything in her tenderness. He takes all of her and lets her know clearly that she is his person. This is a fact that no one can change.

Song Xi pulled off the button of George Sheng's shirt. He was soaked and pushed into the bathtub by her. The soaked clothes and pants were incarnate, but she helped to remove him.

When instinct begins to dominate the body, all the disturbances in this world are behind.

George Sheng never left a mark on her before, because her skin was too tender, and she would be red if she just sucked it. He had this impulse, but he couldn’t bear it. Today, he kissed her all over her body, leaving bruises everywhere in her. Re-brand his traces.

They are all human beings. Love and not love are really different. Song loves George Sheng. He thinks his person is redemption, and kisses are the antidote. Even the little rudeness he can’t control occasionally, she treats it as his love. Get out of control.

There is no impulse for alcohol, but only souls who are in desperate need of affirmation. The two have different moods, but they are simultaneously pulled into the abyss of desire.

George Sheng still took a little bit of caution. He was afraid that Song Xi would not sleep well after being frightened, so he sold some strength. By coincidence, Song Xi didn't want to be awake. The two hit it off and she took the initiative to squeeze the last trace of herself. Conscious, the person was still in the bathtub before sleeping, and when he opened his eyes in a daze, he was already lying on the bed, and George Sheng was sitting on the side of the bed, blowing her hair with a silent hair dryer.

Under the warm yellow light, his face was still stunningly handsome, Song Xi wanted to raise his arm to touch his face and tell him, don't worry, she will be fine.

But her arms were heavy, her whole body hurts, she couldn't lift her, and she was too sleepy.

George Sheng stretched out his hand to stroke her cheek, moved his thumb gently, and said softly: "Go to sleep, I'm here."

With the phrase ‘I’m here’, Song Xi closed her eyes peacefully. She didn’t know if her nerves were too rough or the physical exertion really worked. Anyway, she slept until dawn, not to mention nightmares, not even a dream.

I opened my eyes and saw George Sheng lying next to him. He didn't do anything, just looking at her like this, as if waiting for her to wake up quietly a long time ago.

Song Xi blinked slowly, then arched into his arms and around his waist. Qixi, who was originally lying on the foot of the bed, walked up on a catwalk, lying habitually between the two of them.

In the morning, in the sunshine, on the same bed, with the same people and cats around him, Song Xi closed her eyes and gave herself a psychological suggestion. This was fine, nothing changed.

George Sheng's voice came from overhead, "Is it better?"

Song Xi closed her eyes and replied softly, "I seem to be braver than I thought."

This is the truth, and it also has a part of the suggestive effect. The thing has already happened. She can only rejoice to escape from a tiger's mouth and gain her wisdom. She can't make the same mistake again in the future. What else can she do?

However, when George Sheng heard this, there was a clear look of distress in his eyes.

Sliding down, he hugged Song Xi. For a long time, she heard him say: "I seem to be weaker than before."

His weakness comes from having weakness, and it is a particularly obvious weakness. When others touch it lightly, he will die of pain.