Life With You

Song Xi got a little angry with Gu Dongxu at noon. He said that she was bribed by the fake Mrs. Qiao. Song Xi shot back: Regardless of whether it is true or not, you have to call me little aunt!

Come on, let's hurt each other.

The two of them weren't really angry, but because of George Sheng, the superficial harmony was gone. Because Song Xi stood up for George Sheng, he felt that she was helping with affairs rather than helping relatives, but Gu Dongxu felt that she valued sex over friends.

The rain kept falling outside, and Song Xi had no appetite. He fed the cats and dogs at noon, and he only ate a bag of cheese bread and drank half a cup of milk.

In the afternoon, she sat on the window sill checking information and preparing papers. Normally she was fully devoted to her work, but today she was always distracted from time to time. Sometimes she looked up at the window, and sometimes she entertained cats and dogs.

She even felt that she was not distracted, but she really was not distracted. Song Xi simply put down the things in her hands and concentrated on petting the cat while looking out the window in a daze.

In the evening, Song Xi cooked spaghetti and potatoes with minced meat. It tasted really good, but she didn't have much appetite, so she took advantage of the little wolfdog.

Staying up until after eleven o'clock at night, Song Xi lay on the bed and fell asleep. Before going to bed, he was still thinking that George Sheng would probably not come back tonight.

However, not long after she fell asleep, she was woken up by the ringing of her mobile phone. She opened one eye in confusion and saw the words 'Yuanbao' calling were displayed on the screen.

Almost waking up instantly, Song Xi turned on the connect button: Hey, Yuanbao.

Yuanbao's voice came from the phone: I'm sorry to call you so late. You have already rested, right?

Song Xi instinctively replied: Not yet, what's wrong?

Yuanbao said: Brother Sheng is back, but he is not in good condition today. I want to take him to the hospital, but he refuses to go. I can only ask you to help take care of him.

Song Xi quickly said: Okay, has he come back yet? I'll go down and see him.

Yuan Bao responded: He should have arrived.

As she answered, Song Xi lifted the quilt and got out of bed, hung up the phone and went to the second floor. Song Xi knocked on the door, but no one answered. She knocked harder and said, Can I come in?

After standing in front of the door for more than half a minute, Song Xi couldn't wait for George Sheng's answer, so he simply pressed the door handle and pushed the door open.

If nothing happened to him, he would be scolded at worst, but if something really happened to him, then she couldn't just die without saving him.

The door of the room was opened, and it was dark inside. Song Xi walked in through the light of the corridor. She was already familiar with the way around him. When she turned the corner and came to the bed, she vaguely saw a long human figure bulging beside the bed.

Stepping closer, Song Xi saw George Sheng's back facing her head, her pink lips parted, and she called out softly: George Sheng.

He didn't say anything, and Song Xi asked tentatively: Are you okay?

George Sheng still didn't make a sound. This time Song Xi was sure something was wrong, turned on the bedside lamp, and leaned over to look at his face.

George Sheng's eyes were closed tightly, the side of his face was slightly red, and there was a faint layer of sweat on the tip of his nose. Song Xi said nothing, raised her hand to touch under his bangs, and sure enough, her palms were warm and moist.

He actually had a fever.

Because of the physical contact, George Sheng slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and he frowned: What are you doing?

Song Xi said with worried eyes: You have a fever.

George Sheng was very weak and said weakly: It's okay.

Song Xi frowned even more than he did: Why is everything okay? Get up quickly and I'll take you to the hospital.

George Sheng was impatient: I won't go.

After saying that, he added directly: Go out and turn off the lights.

Saying these two sentences had consumed all George Sheng's energy. He didn't care whether Song Xi left or not, and lowered his eyelids.

She was used to his vigilant attitude of staying away from strangers, but now that he was sick and wilted, Song Xi suddenly felt soft-hearted.

The first reaction was to raise her hand to turn off the bedside lamp. It was not like she had never been sick. People who are sick hate bright light.

Turning around and going downstairs, when she came back up, Song Xi had already carried the medical kit and pulled out the thermometer. She walked to the bed and gently lifted the quilt on George Sheng's body.

There was a bathrobe under the quilt, and Song Xi, adhering to the principle that in the eyes of doctors there were no male or female patients, directly touched his pursed chest.

George Sheng was particularly uncomfortable, to the point where a normal person might faint, but he could still force himself to open his eyes, raised his hand to block it, frowned and asked, What are you doing?

Song Xi's hands flexibly avoided his obstruction, Take your temperature. As she spoke, she got into his bathrobe.

His body was hot, but Song Xi's hands seemed a little cool.

Holding the thermometer, she traced her fingers across his chest and stuffed one end into his armpit. Song Xi withdrew his hand and touched George Sheng's forehead again.

It was already obvious that he had a fever. Song Xi touched it and asked, Have you eaten tonight?

George Sheng was so burned that he felt very irritable. He didn't want to answer, but he couldn't control his mouth: No.

Song Xi said: I'll give you antipyretic medicine later, and then go down and cook some porridge for you. You don't have to go to the hospital, but it depends on whether your fever can go away. If your fever doesn't go away, I can only call you. Give Yuan Bao and ask him to come and pick you up.

George Sheng finally frowned: You are so annoying.

There was no light in the room, and Song Xi stood with a backlight, but George Sheng saw the expression on Ta's face, which was neither painful nor itchy.

Sure enough, her voice, which did not distinguish between joy and anger, came out immediately: I'm annoying, and you can't do anything to me, if you can, get up and beat me.

George Sheng:

He really wanted to hit her, but he really didn't have the strength.

Song Xi turned around and went to the bathroom. George Sheng heard the sound of water. He closed his eyes, his eyeballs were sore and hot, and he had a splitting headache.

Along with the slight sound of footsteps, she knew he was coming. After a while, a gentle touch was applied to her face, and Song Xi washed a cold towel to help him cool down.

George Sheng was very irritable and just wanted to be alone for a while, but he also knew how to be nice and what was comfortable. Just like now, his whole body was as hot as a soldering iron and he just wanted to cool down. Song Xi satisfied him just right. So he didn't let her out.

George Sheng's bangs were soaked with sweat, so Song Xi used a wet towel to change his hairstyle and expose his forehead.

After wiping his face, he could just look at the thermometer. Song Xi walked to the corridor to take a look. When he came back, he said, Thirty-nine degrees four is too high. Should we go to the hospital?

George Sheng instinctively frowned and said in a deep voice: No!

When Song Xi heard this, this sentence was very lively, and he had the same demeanor as when he was not sick. The living king of hell is the living king of hell. Ordinary people with a high fever like this would have been wilted long ago. Look at them again, tsk.

George Sheng didn't know what Song Xi was thinking. He didn't listen to her for a long time, and he was afraid that she would leave in a rage. Not long after, Song Xi came to the bedside, holding a towel in his hand, and politely asked his opinion: You're out of trouble. You’re sweating a lot and your body is wet, do you want me to wipe it for you?”