Life With You

After Song Xi gave George Sheng the medicine, she immediately ran downstairs to cook porridge. She originally wanted to make some appetizers, but then she checked on her mobile phone. Forget it, she was afraid that if she couldn't make it well, she would make it nauseating for George Sheng.

After cooking the porridge, Song Xi went up to the second floor again. The master bedroom on the second floor had the door open. When she walked in, she saw the bathrobe on the carpet beside the bed. George Sheng was lying on his side, with the quilt covering his feet from his feet to half of his face. .

Coming to the bedside and picking up the bathrobe, Song Xi asked softly: How are you?

George Sheng didn't respond. Song Xi reached out and touched his forehead, her hands sweating again.

After helping him pull the quilt down, Song Xi said, Are you cold?

This time George Sheng said ‘hmm’.

Originally, he was feeling hot all over, but after she left, he took off the quilt and let it dry. However, within two minutes, he suddenly felt cold all over.

He was wrapped in a quilt, and he couldn't tell whether it was cold or hot, coming in and out.

Song Xi knew how uncomfortable it was to have a fever. He refused to go to the hospital, so she could only ask: Where is the quilt?

George Sheng closed his eyes, frowned and replied, Look for it yourself.

Song Xi got up and searched around his room, but couldn't find it. Seeing that he was still chilling, he had to go upstairs and bring his own quilt down. Both quilts were pressed on him.

After washing the towel, Song Xi wiped George Sheng's face in the dark.

After about ten minutes, George Sheng's body began to feel hot and he couldn't cover himself with the quilt, so he raised his hand to lift it off.

Seeing this, Song Xi pressed down and said, Don't lift it, I will help you wipe the sweat, otherwise you will catch a cold.

The towels had been prepared a long time ago. Song Xi first helped George Sheng get off the quilt, then directly put her arm into his quilt, touched the hem of his T-shirt, and lifted it up without saying a word.

All wiping actions were done inside the quilt. After wiping the front, Song Xi said: Turn over.

George Sheng was about to die of discomfort and had to be manipulated by her. He wanted to lose his temper, but he didn't even have the strength to lose his temper and could only rely on it.

After he lay down, Song Xi opened the clothes on his back. His back was all wet with sweat and was slippery to the touch.

Song Xi wiped his front and back clean, and took off his T-shirt regardless of whether he was comfortable or not.

As soon as she got up, George Sheng, who was lying on the bed, suddenly said, Isn't the lower body mine?

In the quiet room, he suddenly spoke. Song Xi was startled at first. He stood there, slowly recovered, stared at the back of his head and said, Are you sweating down there too?

nonsense!

George Sheng took a deep breath angrily. For a moment, he couldn't find the fatal words to say to her, so he could only remain silent.

Song Xi felt George Sheng's forbearance and the inexplicable danger factor in the air, so he took the initiative and said, Wait for me to wash the towel and wipe it for you right away.

Carrying a half-wet bathrobe and a completely wet T-shirt, Song Xi entered the bathroom. When Song Xi washed the towel, he realized later that she was kind-hearted in taking care of him. Did he treat her like a maid?

After wringing out the towel, Song Xi looked up and saw herself in the mirror, her lips curled up and her eyes full of shame.

God knows she has never served anyone. She is a doctor, not a nurse.

Carrying a towel and walking out of the bathroom, when she saw the vague figure beside the bed, Song Xi immediately softened her heart. Hey, she is a patient, so be pretentious. She is a normal person and does not have the same experience as him.

Coming to the bedside, Song Xi first took George Sheng's arm outside the quilt. George Sheng was so flustered by the heat that he inevitably frowned impatiently.

Song Xi said: Wait until I finish wiping your legs and help you get dressed.

When George Sheng heard this, he reluctantly refused to confront her.

Standing at the back half of the big bed, Song Xi lifted the quilt higher with one hand and held a towel in the other hand. She was just a little embarrassed to wipe her upper body, but she was really, really uncomfortable wiping her lower body. Good riddance.

She tried not to touch George Sheng's legs directly. There was always a towel between her hands and his legs. She wiped halfway up George Sheng's thighs, for fear of accidentally touching something she shouldn't have touched. You can only look through the slit to see which part of his underwear is inside.

Not just because he was afraid of causing trouble, but when he looked at it, he felt that something was about to happen. Song Xi's body felt dry for a while, as if his whole body was about to burn up, and all he could think about was the hem of his white underwear.

Don’t look at anything inappropriate, don’t look at anything inappropriate, Song Xi just recited the Great Compassion Mantra silently in his heart.

After wiping his legs, Song Xi felt sweat on his forehead. He just went to the bathroom to wash his face. George Sheng said again: My upper body is sweating.

Song Xi's mouth was faster than his brain, and he responded first: Okay, I'll wipe it for you.

She went to the bathroom to wash the towel. She didn't have time to wash her face, so she immediately came back and wiped George Sheng's upper body.

After wiping his upper body, Song Xi took the clean T-shirt aside and followed the same pattern, first pulling it over his head and then stuffing his arms.

With her clothes stuck above her shoulders, Song Xi whispered, Get up.

George Sheng closed his eyes and raised his arms. Song Xi put his arms around his neck, as if he was already familiar with the road, and led him back up.

With this posture, the distance between the two people was bound to get closer. When she was adjusting his T-shirt with her bare hands, George Sheng opened her thin lips and said in a soft voice: Are you cold?

ah?

Song Xi opened her eyes, but was embarrassed to look at his face, so she just told herself to concentrate, but there was some moisture on his back, and the T-shirt couldn't be pulled flat for a while.

George Sheng said: You are sweating.

He put his arm around her neck and felt the moistness and greasiness on her skin.

Song Xi felt guilty because she sweated the most when she saw his underwear.

So she denied it flatly: I'm not sweating, it's the sweat on your body.

The T-shirt was finally finished, and Song Xi quickly helped him lie down.

The first thing George Sheng said after lying down was: If you have a cold, don't give it to me.

Hearing this, Song Xi's blood pressure almost rose, and she immediately raised her eyebrows and replied: Brother, who among us is infecting whom?

George Sheng closed his eyes and replied in a calm voice: I just have a fever.

Song Xixi wanted to throw the towel on his face. How could there be a sick patient who was so unsympathetic to others?

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, unable to express hatred or laughter. She really couldn't hold back her anger, but she didn't dare to do anything if she wanted to.

After holding it in for a long time, she couldn't help but whisper: I didn't even take care of my dad!

George Sheng closed his eyes and replied: I have never taken care of my mother. Tell yourself, how many times have I saved you?

When he said this, Song Xi immediately lost all resentment. After all, what he said was the truth.

In just three seconds, Song Xi's attitude changed completely. With a smile on his face, he asked in a coquettish tone: My benefactor, do you want to wear pants?

George Sheng did not open his eyes, but was shocked by her voice and shuddered.

He made a small movement, but Song Xi immediately caressed his body through the quilt: Oh, are you cold? Do you want an extra quilt?

George Sheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and slowly opened his eyes, staring at her intently.

In the dim light, she couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could see hers clearly.

After a few seconds, George Sheng's thin lips opened: Do you think I don't hit women?