Life With You

After George Sheng left, Song Xi lay alone in bed in a daze. She no longer felt pain, but she had no strength. When George Sheng came in, she had just woken up and had been given a large bottle of medicine. Now her bladder was in urgent need. Want to go to the bathroom.

With the needle stuck in her left hand, Song Xi used her right hand to lift the quilt and was about to get up... When she glanced out of the corner of her eye, she saw that her underwear was hanging loosely on her chest, useless, and there was only a pair of underwear on her lower body... Her mind suddenly went blank again, as if it had been broken. , I have no impression of the missing clothes.

Wait, I have no impression at all, but thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is not entirely true. Song Xi frowned and tried to remember, it seemed... After George Sheng carried her upstairs, she felt someone took off her pants.

Such thoughts frightened Song Xi, but what frightened her was not what he saw. After all, the last time she fainted and was naked in the bathroom, it was George Sheng who got her out. The key is that there is an essential difference between the two times.

Last time, George Sheng had no choice, but this time, he took the initiative to help her take off her clothes.

Song Xi is not a pretentious person, and as a doctor, her profession has long made it common for her to be concerned about her body. She just can't believe that George Sheng has such good intentions? Do you know that sleeping in wet clothes will make you sicker?

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Song Xi looked confused. Why did the world change when she got sick?

George Sheng said that she apologized to him, but she really had no impression at all. Could it be that she was stupid and begged him to let her go? Apart from this extreme possibility, Song Xi could not imagine why George Sheng suddenly turned his face towards her.

Dare not make a final judgment, Song Xi still wanted to work hard to analyze, but her bladder waited for no one. She thought about getting out of bed and going to the bathroom first, but there were no clothes beside the bed, she was hanging with water, and she couldn't wrap herself in a quilt. Go, just as he was hesitating, a tall black figure appeared at the door.

George Sheng was worried that she would fall asleep again and forget to ask him to change the dressing. As soon as he came in, he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed wrapped in quilt, looking like she couldn't get out of bed.

What do you want to get?

A familiar cold voice came from behind. Song Xi was startled and turned her head in excitement. When she met George Sheng's gaze, inexplicable blood rushed to her face. Without looking, Song Xi knew that her face must be red. .

Turning back, she pretended to be calm and said, I want to go to the bathroom.

George Sheng saw her blushing, and a surge of heat surged upwards. He actually felt the urge to blush, and his eyes were slightly panicked. He paused for two seconds and said aloud: Is the bathrobe okay?

Song Xi responded: Okay.

George Sheng walked toward the bathroom, and Song Xi said, Thank you.

George Sheng entered the bathroom, and when he got the bathrobe, he pointed his fingers and suddenly thought, didn't the sentence he just answered just reveal the fact that he knew that she was not wearing any clothes under the quilt?

He rarely regretted anything he did, but standing in the bathroom right now, the expression on George Sheng's face was particularly wonderful. At least Chang Jingle and Ruan Boyan had known him for many years and had never seen him so upset.

Song Xi didn't see George Sheng come out, so she turned her head and said in a slightly louder voice: The bathrobe is on the shelf to the right of the entrance.

George Sheng was still trying to maintain his sanity before, but when he heard Song Xi's reminder, he suddenly blushed. The feeling was too obvious, and his face was as hot as fire.

Feeling anxious, George Sheng almost lost his temper with Song Xi. Why bother? He has eyes and can see!

Song Xi didn't know what George Sheng was doing. Her bathroom wasn't very big, so she couldn't see it at first glance. She should have found it after two or three glances, but it took him ten seconds to come out, holding a white bathrobe in his hand.

Walking to the bed, he put down the bathrobe and replaced her with a medicine bottle.

Song Xi said thank you again, but he didn't say anything. She glanced at him secretly. He seemed to be in a bad mood, with a sullen face.

Many times of practical experience told Song Xi not to mess with him when he was in a bad mood, even when he was in a good mood...forget it, there was no such time as when she was in a good mood, so she would go crazy to tease him.

After changing the medicine, George Sheng walked out without saying a word and closed the door. Song Xi quickly changed into a bathrobe and took the IV bottle to the bathroom.

Song Xi had never felt so hungry while lying on the bed before. As soon as she got up, her stomach immediately growled. She remembered that George Sheng said the food was downstairs. Song Xi couldn't pretend to be a lady and came out of the bathroom. Finally, he went downstairs holding the medicine bottle.

George Sheng was in the master bedroom. When Song Xi passed by on the second floor, her voice was so low that he didn't hear it. He always wanted to remind her to eat, but it was hard to say it. He had to find an opportunity...

After thinking about it, he suddenly had an idea. It was very simple. He asked her to go downstairs to make pimple soup. As long as she went downstairs, she would eat it along the way.

Thinking of this, George Sheng felt proud in his heart. He picked up the phone and called her. The phone showed that it was connecting, but after being connected for a long time, no one answered.

George Sheng immediately put down his phone and went to the third floor. When he entered, he found that no one was there, so he had to turn around and go to the first floor.

In the dining room, Song Xi sat on one side of the long table, with twelve light side dishes spread out in front of her. She had a bowl of white porridge in front of her, which she was enjoying.

After standing behind her and watching for more than five seconds, Song Xi never noticed him. George Sheng walked forward and said indifferently: Eating alone?

Song Xi was now frightened by George Sheng. When he heard his voice, he felt as if he had seen a ghost. He immediately looked at the sound with alert eyes.

There was no joy or anger on George Sheng's face, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. After Song Xi came to his senses, he replied: I was afraid of disturbing your rest, so I didn't call you.

George Sheng sat calmly opposite Song Xi, reached for another bowl of white porridge, lowered his eyes, and said in a lukewarm tone, Don't you bother me often?

Song Xi originally ate well, but as soon as he came, she felt like something was stuck in her throat. The key is that she has a soft mouth. He had just taken care of her. After thinking about it, Song Xi said softly: How about you hang a sign at the door next time? When will it be? I can tell at a glance when you can and can’t be disturbed.”

George Sheng's hand holding the chopsticks paused in mid-air. He raised his eyelids and stared at Song Xi with his beautiful black pupils. He opened his thin lips and said in a deep voice, Do you think my house is a hotel?

Song Xi pursed her lips and lowered her voice a bit, I'm really not sure when you will be free.

In fact, the original meaning of this statement was that she really couldn't handle George Sheng's happiness and anger.

George Sheng was not stupid. He could hear the implication of her words. He looked away and ate normally. After a few seconds, he said, You think I am too difficult to get along with.

Song Xi lowered her head and ate in silence. She was also silent for a moment. She suddenly asked, When is your birthday?

George Sheng's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that she knew something?

He didn't like this feeling, as if he was being led by her.

He raised his head calmly and asked instead of answering: What are you doing?