Life With You

George Sheng carried Song Xi all the way to the third floor. He could feel the scorching heat on her body through a layer of bathrobe. He kicked the door open and went in. He put Song Xi next to the bed. She was already burned out and closed her eyes. Close your eyes and breathe shallowly.

George Sheng stared at her with mixed emotions. He couldn't tell whether he was angry or something else.

Meow~

A soft voice came. Qixi and Coke, who had been lying on the bay window, stood up, jumped on the bed in a few steps, and came to Song Xi's side.

Qixi stretched out her cute plum claws and patted Song Xi's face gently. Her blue eyes were very innocent, as if she didn't know what happened to Song Xi, and she could only cry slightly: Meow~

When George Sheng saw this, his heart was suddenly pricked by a needle. The stinging pain was obvious. Maybe he felt sorry for her. She was so sick and only had two cats around her.

When his heart softens, the perpetrator no longer has to be tense. Even if George Sheng is hard-hearted, he will not bully a woman who is so ill. He bent down, reached out and patted the arm of the person on the bed, and shouted: Song Xi.

Song Xi's body ached all over, but the two slaps given by George Sheng were neither painful nor itchy, and she could hardly feel them.

Seeing that patting her arm didn't work, George Sheng raised his hand and patted her face twice more, Song Xi?

This time Song Xi felt somewhat conscious, because his brows furrowed slightly.

Seeing this, George Sheng said: Get up and change your clothes.

She was now soaked and lying on the bed. Even if he covered her with a quilt, it would only make her worse in disguise.

There was a buzzing sound in Song Xi's ears. She clearly heard the voice, but her brain couldn't interpret it at all. She frowned deeper because of the discomfort.

George Sheng was patient and said angrily: Get up and change your clothes. I'll find a doctor.

Song Xi wrinkled her nose and snorted distractedly. At this time, her brain was not very bright, and she only had one thought in her mind, don't bother her, her head is going to explode.

When George Sheng saw her suddenly losing her temper, he was startled for a moment, and then a hint of pretentious ferocity and joking flashed across his eyes. He opened his thin lips and said, You don't want to change, do you? Don't regret it.

After saying that, without giving Song Xi any chance to react, without saying a word, he bent down and stretched an arm behind her back, lifting her upper body, then lifted the hem of her T-shirt, and pushed the clothes up ungently. The flirting lasted only three or four seconds. He threw the wet clothes aside with a wave of his hand, deliberately not looking at Song Xi's upper body, which was only in her underwear.

Moving his eyes to her waist and crotch, George Sheng still adhered to the policy of quick solution, unbuttoned and zippered her jeans, and helped her take off her pants with both hands.

In the summer, one person only had the same clothes. After taking them off, she was left with only her underwear. George Sheng forced himself not to look away. The moment his pants came off his ankles, he immediately stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt to cover her. However, even so, she was completely naked. The white lace underwear is still clearly imprinted in my mind.

The fluffy velvet quilt covered Song Xi, covering most of her face. George Sheng stood by the bed. After being quiet for a few seconds, he leaned over and pulled the quilt down for her, fearing that she would be suffocated to death.

Song Xi's cheeks were abnormally red, and George Sheng touched it with the back of his hand. It was hot.

Thinking of her lying here in wet clothes just now, even if her clothes were taken off now, the sheets were still wet, with a cold and handsome face. George Sheng knelt on one knee by the bed and stretched his arms into the quilt at the same time.

As a lesson to heaven and earth, he never thought of taking advantage of her. His tentacles were all on her hot skin, like cooked tofu. George Sheng reached under her back with one hand and hugged her thigh with the other, pulling her together. The human belt was picked up and placed next to a place that was not wet.

Maybe the temperature on her body was too high. George Sheng fiddled with it a few times, and unknowingly, he also felt hot all over, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Pulling out his arms, his Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly, George Sheng got off the bed, turned around and went out to make a phone call.

He called the Qiao family's personal doctor, who had been here before, and briefly explained Song Xi's symptoms. When he hung up the phone and returned to the bedroom, George Sheng was standing more than one meter away from the bed. There, looking at Song Xi lying on the bed, two cats, one white and one black, nestled beside her, seemingly helpless and only for company.

The image of her rescuing people in the heavy rain appeared in his mind. Yuan Bao said that he began to admire Song Xi.

For George Sheng, admiration is out of the question, at most it is... admiration? At first, he hated Song Xi so much that he couldn't accept anything good from her. Later, every time people around him said something good about her, he instinctively hated her. It felt like he was forced to admit that he was wrong.

To this day, when he was sitting in the car and saw her rescuing people outside in the wind and rain, several times he wished he could write down the license plate numbers of all the surrounding vehicles and teach those people a lesson as to why no one went out to hand her a handover. An umbrella?

The most damning thing was that Yuan Bao didn't mention sending an umbrella, so he could only sit in the car and wait.

After waiting for a long time, he finally saw her suddenly turning around and running straight in his direction. The moment Yuan Bao lowered the window, George Sheng's heartbeat stopped.

He didn't want to be seen by her, he had already seen her.

She asked: Do you have an umbrella?

At that moment, she bent over slightly, and the rain rolled down her cheeks and eyelashes. He just thought she lowered her head.

Forget it, he is a grown man, why should he be angry with her?

He turned and walked into the bathroom. Not long after, George Sheng came out again with a hair dryer in his hand and came to the bedside. He connected the power supply, then sat next to Song Xi, pressed the switch, and helped her dry her hair.

The noise from the hair dryer was very small, but it was impossible not to be absent. Song Xi suddenly felt warm in her ears, and waves of wind blew over her ears and cheeks. She closed her eyes and couldn't imagine what was happening, so she tried to open her eyes. A seam.

In a daze, she saw George Sheng in a black bathrobe sitting beside the bed. The two looked at each other. After Song Xi looked at it for a few seconds, he slowly closed his eyes.

It seemed that she was confused and suffering from hysteria, otherwise how could she dream of George Sheng sitting by the bed and blow-drying her hair.

George Sheng didn't expect that she was still awake, and felt a little embarrassed. The key was that he was afraid that she would misunderstand something, so he said: Don't think too much, for the sake of your kindness in saving people. I can't let you die here, In fact, he wanted to say the second half of the sentence, but after thinking about it, he held it back.

Song Xi was so hot that she was sweating, but lying down was more comfortable than sitting. She tried her best to move her lips. She thought she was talking to him in a dream, so she replied unabashedly: Don't worry, I'm crazy. You’ll think too much.”

Hearing this, George Sheng glanced at her deeply with his dark eyes.

After a few seconds, he said in a deep voice: You have been doing this for so long, and you still don't want me in the end?

Song Xi closed her eyes and replied, When did I ask you to beg me?

George Sheng replied: Please ask me to lend you an umbrella.

Song Xi: