Life With You

George Sheng closed his eyes and pursed his beautiful thin lips, blurring whether he was weak and didn't want to speak or simply didn't want to speak.

Song Xi stood by the bed with a towel, waited for almost ten seconds, and said, Did I wipe it?

George Sheng still didn't answer, so Song Xi took him as his acquiescence.

The quilt was pulled to his waist, Song Xi untied the belt of the bathrobe and pulled the bathrobe to both sides. In the dim light, she saw a strong chest that made blood flow.

George Sheng is usually tightly wrapped, but this is the first time Song Xi has peeked at his body. He looks thin when he is wearing clothes, and it is only after he takes off his clothes that he can see the fleshy type. Years of fitness have made his chest muscles plump and shapely, and the rib lines on both sides are special. Alluring, plus the six-pack abs that are clearly visible even when lying flat...

Song Xi couldn't help but pursed her lips. She admitted that the doctor still had gender in her eyes.

After a brief period of daydreams, Song Xi immediately forced herself to be more serious. George Sheng was already like this, so she shouldn't take advantage of the patient.

The big towel was folded into three layers, and Song Xi used the faint light from outside the door to help George Sheng wipe his chest.

His body was hot, and there were obvious traces of sweat on his neck and collarbone. Song Xi changed the towel twice in the middle. After wiping her chest, she whispered: Can you turn over? Let me wipe your back.

George Sheng used the little consciousness he had left to turn over, but instead of facing Song Xi, he was facing her. He was sleeping on the side. He turned over and dropped his arms casually, almost falling off the bed.

Song Xi had quick eyesight and quick hands, and immediately took a step forward, lifted his elbow, and stopped him with her body. The weight of his entire arm was in her palm. She knew that he was really seriously ill.

With the towel on her shoulders, Song Xi helped George Sheng take off her bathrobe with both hands. Her hands were cold because they touched the cold water. George Sheng only felt that the place touched by her was very comfortable, and inexplicably wanted more. Lots of touching.

Pulling out one of his arms and exposing his back, Song Xi took a towel and bent down to wipe his back. In the middle of the process, George Sheng gently opened his eyes. The closest thing to him was Song Xi's legs, wearing aqua blue silk to sleep. Pants, the thigh area was accidentally wet because I was washing his towel, and the color was darker than other areas.

George Sheng felt very uncomfortable and had a splitting headache, but he still knew clearly in his heart. He knew who the person in front of him was and what she was doing.

Song Xi wiped his back, slowly supported him, and laid him down. At this time, George Sheng had closed his eyes. Song Xi also took off the sleeve of the bathrobe on his other arm and wiped the sweat clean.

At this point, George Sheng's upper body was completely naked.

After covering him with the quilt for the time being, Song Xi went to the closet to help him get clean clothes, and opened the door. It was all black inside. It took her a long time to see which column contained the folded black half-sleeves.

After taking out one piece, Song Xi went back to the bed, lifted the quilt, and said softly: Change into some clothes, don't get the sheets and quilt wet.

George Sheng didn't open his eyes, but he knew in his heart that Song Xi helped him get dressed. He first found the position of his head and put it on, then raised his arms and stuffed them in one by one. These were all fine. The most difficult thing was the back. Song Xi tried to pull him up by her own strength, but he was dead and her waist hurt, so she couldn't move.

George Sheng, please move and I'll help you put on your clothes.

Song Xi sat beside the bed, her voice was weak and her whole body felt hot.

George Sheng was laughing in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, and he deliberately kept silent.

Song Xi wiped her forehead. She was sweating after struggling for so long.

Frowning lightly, she said in a voice that could not distinguish between complaints and threats: If this continues, I will have to call Yuan Bao.

George Sheng secretly made a cold face, his nose and lips pursed into a straight line.

Song Xi rested for a few seconds and then turned to look at the frail person on the bed. His shirt was half worn and only stuck to his shoulder blades. He looked funny, as if he was wearing a scarf.

Unable to hold it back, Song Xi chuckled.

George Sheng didn't know what was going on. He suddenly heard her laughing sitting next to him, which would make normal people feel creepy.

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

He has extremely strong night vision, so it was easy to see the expression on Song Xi's face. She was smiling so happily.

On the contrary, it was Song Xi who took a moment to realize that George Sheng had opened his eyes and said quickly: Can you sit up? I'll help you get dressed.

George Sheng replied in a deep voice: If I can sit up, do I still need your help?

Song Xixi wanted to roll his eyes. He was so virtuous and had such a bad mouth. He deserved to feel uncomfortable.

Thinking this in his heart, Song Xi curled his lips slightly: Then I will give you a hand. Can you get up?

She didn't roll her eyes at him, but George Sheng rolled her eyes without hesitation. Seeing him close his eyes again, Song Xi wondered for a long time, secretly wondering what he meant? Did she say something wrong?

Ten seconds later, Song Xi planned to be self-reliant and grabbed both sides of George Sheng's wrists with both hands. Before he could exert any force, his deep voice with hidden anger came out: Let go.

His whole body ached, and she was torturing his bones. Was it because she was afraid that he wouldn't die?

As long as he had the strength, he would never just think about these words in his heart.

With his eyes closed, George Sheng ordered: Lift my shoulders.

Song Xi twitched the corner of his mouth, released his wrist, raised his buttocks, bent down and put his hands under George Sheng's shoulders, and pulled up with force.

George Sheng knew how strong she was, so he wouldn't really make things difficult for her, but he was indeed very uncomfortable, so he raised an arm, wrapped it around her neck, and used his strength to lift her up.

Song Xi didn't expect that George Sheng would make such an action. She was unprepared for a moment, and was pulled down by him. In an instant, the two of them were almost cheek to cheek. Fortunately, it was only for a moment, and she immediately lifted him up. , pull down the T-shirt with both hands.

With such a simple action, in a few seconds, Song Xi laid George Sheng down, got up and walked to the coffee table.

He heard her looking for medicine, but he didn't see her face burning red.

Song Xi's heartbeat was beating like a drum, and her mind was filled with the scene where the two of them were almost face to face at that moment. His whole body was hot, and his breath was also hot. She must have been heated by the temperature of his body.

Taking the medicine, Song Xi returned to the bedside, opened a bottle of water and said, Take the medicine first, and I'll go down and make something for you.

George Sheng cooperated and took the medicine by himself.

Song Xi walked out, and George Sheng was lying on the bed alone. It might be because of illness. His heartbeat was faster than usual, like a heart attack, making a thumping sound.

When Song Xi was there, he didn't feel anything, but now that she was gone, he began to recall the moments when she wiped his body and helped him get up.

Her hands were cold, smooth, and soft, and felt comfortable wherever she touched them, just like his upper body, very relaxed...

Thinking of this, George Sheng later realized that his lower body was so hot. He endured the pain and stretched out his hand to touch it. After a while, he pulled out a whole bathrobe from under the quilt.

Throwing it to the ground angrily, George Sheng wanted to call Song Xi back and scold him. Wasn't the lower body his?

It’s all sweat!