Life With You

Song Xi's eyes widened slightly: I'm going to starve to death!

George Sheng said calmly: Drink porridge.

Song Xi frowned slightly: You can't feel full even if you drink porridge.

George Sheng said leisurely: You still know?

Song Xi stood beside the bed holding a plate and did the next best thing: If you want to eat, you can eat first, and I'll make another one.

George Sheng's tone was neither salty nor bland: I'm full.

Song Xi whispered: Then I'll eat it.

George Sheng said: Don't eat smelly things in my room, feed them to the dogs.

Song Xi said: It has been eaten, and it is also pasta.

It's okay if she didn't say that. George Sheng originally wanted to tease her, but she insisted on saying this. George Sheng was immediately furious. He had never eaten anything that dogs had eaten.

Eat out.

George Sheng’s voice was calm.

When Song Xi heard this, she could tell that he was unhappy almost in the first second. Don't ask her how she knew, this was a skill, a survival skill.

When George Sheng is not so angry, he will deliberately act like he is not easy to get along with. If he is really angry, he will not bother to talk nonsense. Just like now, to put it nicely, he is going out to eat. To put it more bluntly, A little bit, just get out!

Song Xi turned around and left without saying a word, holding the plate. George Sheng lay on the bed, closing his eyes in anger.

I thought she ran out to eat noodles, but within two minutes, she came back again. George Sheng didn't open his eyes. In the darkness, he heard the subtle sound of the spoon touching the bowl. She was eating, but he couldn't smell anything. Odor.

Song Xi was sitting on the sofa. George Sheng couldn't help but open his eyes and looked sideways. It turned out that she was drinking porridge in the dark.

For a moment, George Sheng felt indescribably happy, as if he had been flattered just right.

Quietly turning his head straight and closing his eyes, George Sheng asked in a calm voice: Aren't you going to eat noodles?

Song Xi replied: I just went to wake up the dog for midnight snack.

The corners of George Sheng's lips raised slightly, and he said calmly after a few seconds: Didn't you take a few bites?

Hearing this, Song Xi almost choked himself to death without a mouthful of sweet porridge, secretly thinking that he had a sky-piercing eye, did he see it?

Feeling guilty briefly, Song Xi was stubborn and lied without changing his face: No.

George Sheng raised his hand and picked up the crystal bowl on the bedside table: Here, side dishes.

Song Xi stood up, walked over, and reached out to touch George Sheng's forehead: How do you feel now?

George Sheng said: Headache.

Song Xi said: The sweating is not as serious as before. You should still catch a cold. I will give you some cold medicine later. You go to bed first. If you feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night, call me at any time.

After saying that, she took her hand away, and George Sheng suddenly felt that the soft warmth on his forehead was no longer there.

His thin lips opened, and his words preceded his consciousness: Where do you sleep?

Song Xi had already walked back to the coffee table and replied: Sofa, do you still want me to sleep on the floor?

George Sheng said: I didn't let you sleep on the floor, it was you who stayed in my room and refused to leave.

Song Xi didn't fight him, but blatantly said, Yes, yes, I'll sleep there.

She didn't know if she was hungry, but Song Xi actually found that fruit paired with sweet porridge was delicious, and she became more and more excited as she ate.

George Sheng was lying flat on the bed. When he was not talking, the only sound in the room was the sound of Song Xi eating. He couldn't sleep and was probably bored, so he silently identified what kind of fruit she had eaten through the sound... It seemed that she liked to eat pineapples.

After Song Xi finished eating, he packed it up lightly, then walked out. After about twenty minutes, he came back with a blanket in his arms.

After taking a few cold medicines, Song Xi walked to the bedside and whispered, Take the medicine.

George Sheng opened his mouth, and Song Xi put the medicine in and handed him water.

Take your temperature again.

George Sheng didn't speak or move, making it clear that he was raising an uncle, so Song Xi had no choice but to do it herself, lift the quilt, and stuff the thermometer from his neck to his armpit.

Some things become familiar again only once. Looking at her now, let alone touching his upper body, even if she wipes his lower body at any time, she will ensure that her face does not turn red and her heart does not beat.

While waiting for the thermometer, Song Xi went to the coffee table and lit the aromatherapy burner. Smelling the faint fragrance, she immediately wanted to sleep.

A few minutes later, Song Xi took out the thermometer and looked at it with his mobile phone: Thirty-eight degrees five, I still have a fever, but it is going down. It's different when I feel better.

After saying that, her eyes changed, because she said what was in her heart. How could she know whether George Sheng was in good health or not? What she was thinking about just now was that she had a good figure. It looked like she had been exercising for a long time, so she said this.

He secretly glanced at George Sheng on the bed. He was motionless, so he probably didn't hear anything strange.

I'm sleeping. If you feel uncomfortable, call me.

After saying this, Song Xi quickly lay down on the sofa, covered her with a blanket, and closed her eyes to sleep.

After tossing for so long, Song Xi was physically and mentally exhausted and wanted to sleep for a long time. But now when he lay down, his mind was extremely active and he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Random thoughts were running through her mind. One moment, it was George Sheng holding her neck, and their faces were very close; the next moment, she was wiping his body. It was pitch black, and she was still looking at each other closely. It was incredible.

George Sheng was sleeping lightly. Song Xi knew that he hadn't changed his position or even moved for a long time. She didn't know if he was asleep, so she couldn't toss and turn wantonly. She also lay flat, as peaceful as a pose. Photographed princess.

For a long time, until Song Xi was in a daze, half asleep and half awake, George Sheng's sleepless voice suddenly came from the room: Aren't you sleepy?

Song Xi woke up immediately, turned her head to look in the direction of the big bed, and said loudly, Are you still not asleep?

George Sheng replied: It's normal for me not to be able to sleep, and it's not normal for you not to be able to sleep.

Song Xi said: Maybe I'm tired, very sleepy and can't sleep.

George Sheng said: I know you have done something, so you don't need to remind me.

Song Xi opened his eyes and felt his eyelids were heavy, so he simply closed his eyes and replied, I'm afraid you've forgotten.

George Sheng said: If you can't sleep, you should read for a while.

Song Xi frowned slightly: What book are you studying?

George Sheng said: The ones you bought.

Song Xi didn't want to get up, but he couldn't sleep even while lying down, so he simply lifted off the blanket, turned over and sat up.

She was going to turn on the light, and George Sheng said, It hurts the eyes.

Song Xi asked: How can I see without turning on the light?

George Sheng said: You don't want to read without a light?

Song Xi seriously suspected that he was teasing her. She took a breath and asked calmly, Can you see the words without turning on the light?

Unexpectedly, George Sheng replied calmly: What can't you do?

Song Xi raised her beautiful eyes and simply didn't believe in evil.

She walked to the bed and picked up a book. In the dark, she couldn't even see the cover. She turned a page and pointed it at George Sheng's face: If you can read it, I don't care what your name is!

In the darkness, George Sheng opened his eyes, and then a low and sweet voice came: In this world, some roads must be faced and trudged alone. No matter how long or far the road is, no matter how dark the night is, No matter how dark it is, you have to walk alone and silently.