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With tears in Song Xi's eyes, she helped George Sheng treat the wound. She immediately turned around and walked to the bed. There were cakes under the bed. She felt unreasonably wronged in her heart, but she couldn't cry out. She was at a loss for a while. She bent down and held the cake in her hand. He threw half of the cake on the bedside table, turned around and walked out.

George Sheng, who was sitting on the sofa, kept looking at her and wanted to stop her, but did not speak immediately.

There was no trash can in his room. Song Xi walked out for a while and then came in carrying the trash can and a wet towel.

Crouching under the bedside table, Song Xi picked up the cake on the carpet and threw it into the trash can.

George Sheng came from behind her and sat next to the bed. Song Xi saw his black pajamas, which were right next to her hand. He was sitting and she was squatting. This position made her feel even more ashamed. It was a surprise for her. In the end, I acted like a maid.

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly a voice came from above my head: Song Xi.

It was George Sheng's voice. Hearing the sound, Song Xi instinctively raised his head to look at him. But when he raised his head, before he could see clearly, he only felt that his eyes were pink and white. Song Xi was stunned and squatted motionless on the spot. Most of her face was covered in pink cream.

After seven or eight seconds, Song Xicai's eyelashes trembled slightly and he tentatively opened his eyes.

Her dark pupils looked at George Sheng in front of her through a layer of cream. His face was still handsome, without any trace of emotion or anger. She slowly looked down and saw that his right hand turned over and placed on his lap was clearly full of cream. Song Xi's brain was still in a state of panic, so he didn't say a word.

George Sheng lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her, his thin lips parted lightly: I forgive you.

The two looked at each other, Song Xi looked at him without blinking. After a few seconds, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears were about to fall while he spoke.

George Sheng said: Hold it back.

Song Xi wanted to hold it in, but couldn't. Every microexpression on her cream-smeared face was very funny, like an opera singer. When George Sheng saw this, something flashed across his eyes, and then he whispered: You let me You saw blood and made my room look like this, why can’t I even take revenge?”

His voice was low and sweet, with no hint of anger or teasing, just a hint of temper.

Song Xi nodded: Okay.

Her big eyes were dark and bright, and her face was creamy white and pink. She squatted beside his legs like a frustrated little daughter-in-law.

George Sheng wanted to pull her up, but for some reason, he raised his hand and couldn't help but smeared cream on her face again.

Song Xi was forced to close her eyes, frowning and pursed her lips.

The corners of George Sheng's lips curled up, and the smile in his eyes could melt icebergs.

After waiting for a few seconds, Song Xi wanted to open her eyes, but as soon as her eyelashes moved, another handful of thick cream was applied, making Song Xi groan.

George Sheng must have gone to the bedside table and touched the cream again, otherwise there wouldn't be so much!

The grievance in Song Xi's heart gradually turned into anger, but the enemy was in the light and she was in the dark. She didn't dare to open her eyes, so she could only ask aloud: Is it enough?

Song Xi couldn't see the smile in George Sheng's eyes, but only heard him say 'hmm'.

Song Xi didn't believe him, so she turned around carefully with her eyes closed, moved a few steps before opening her eyes, got up and walked to the coffee table where the paper was placed, and wiped her face with the paper.

Seeing that she had stopped crying, George Sheng got up and was going to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she passed by Song Xi, Song Xi suddenly called out: George Sheng.

George Sheng turned around to see Song Xixi raised her hand and wanted to wipe it on George Sheng's face, but George Sheng reacted quickly and grabbed her wrist, so now she was embarrassed again. Song Xi raised her right hand full of cream. , looking at George Sheng’s face so close, he just couldn’t touch it.

George Sheng pinched her slender wrist and felt that she was still stretching forward. He glanced at her and said, Are you tired of living?

Song Xi said: We should wipe each other's birthdays.

As she said that, she touched her face with her left hand, and then raised her hand to rub against him. How could George Sheng give her a chance? He grabbed her left wrist again, frowned lightly, and threatened in a deep voice: Be honest.

Song Xi risked her life and couldn't move her wrists. She moved her fingers and said to George Sheng: If the cake is not eaten, it is already a waste. If you throw it away, it is a waste of food. It's the same everywhere. You let me wipe it. Just take a moment.

She really tried her best to stretch forward, but in front of George Sheng, this little strength was like a worm shaking a tree.

George Sheng looked at her arrogant look, and a hint of joking flashed through her beautiful eyes: Afraid of waste?

Song Xi said: This cake is quite expensive, I want it to die in its proper place.

After the words fell, George Sheng's hand suddenly relaxed. Song Xi was wondering if he had thought about it. As a result, George Sheng folded her arm, grabbed her wrist, and wiped the cream on her palm back again. On her face.

Song Xi didn't expect it in the first few seconds. She kept her eyes open and her mouth open. When she tasted the sweetness in her mouth, she immediately made a 'pop' sound, closed her eyes and mouth, and clenched her fists to prevent him from succeeding.

George Sheng saw that her face was full of flowers, and then he let go and stepped aside, his eyes full of smiles.

Song Xi stood there, stunned. After a while, he opened his eyes, found where George Sheng was standing, and glared at him.

This time, George Sheng did not hide his smile and said in a slightly mocking tone: It's really not a waste.

Song Xi stared at him fiercely for a few seconds, and then at a certain moment, like a small firecracker being lit, she turned and rushed towards the bedside table. There were many unfinished cake 'wrecks' there, and she picked up a handful of them. Then he turned around and rushed towards George Sheng: I'll fight you!

What's the old saying? The tiger is not afraid even if the calf goes crazy.

Song Xi was now barefoot and was not afraid of wearing shoes. She was teased by George Sheng one after another. She wanted to die with him now. Seeing her indifferent expression, George Sheng was a little nervous for a moment and took a step back instinctively.

His fear further fueled Song Xi's arrogance. She rushed over and first threw a piece of cake at George Sheng. George Sheng didn't expect that she really dared, so he stood there without hiding, with a slight impact on his chest. I looked down and saw fist-sized traces of pink and white cream on the black pajamas.

He has a mysophobia, and no one has ever dared to provoke him like this. In an instant, his anger surged to the top of his head. George Sheng raised his hand and easily restrained Song Xi who ran in front of him. Song Xi was smart. Didn't he grab her wrist and her bones? It was very soft, so I lowered my hand hard and grabbed a sleeve of cream first.

George Sheng felt like there was a layer of butter in her throat and couldn't speak. He clamped her wrist and raised it above her head. Song Xi thought he was going to repeat his old tricks again, so he clenched his fists first and closed his eyes. Unexpectedly, George Sheng came up with a difficult task. She didn't see how he performed the specific operation. She only felt her body turn. The next second, someone else was standing behind her, and her arms were stretched to her back. The wrist was held by one of his hands.

Angry, George Sheng pulled Song Xi to the bedside, grabbed a cake full of cream with his free right hand, raised it in the air to her face, and threatened: Are you still having fun?