Life With You

George Sheng's expression remained as usual: Professional serving in competitions. If you want to exercise your neck, I'll ask the doorman to practice with you.

Song Xi felt depressed in his chest and was so angry that his liver ached.

What George Sheng said was right. She came here to practice ball. She swallowed all her dissatisfaction. Song Xi held the ball and secretly said that the right to serve this time was in her hands. It was her turn to show George Sheng some color. .

Quickly swinging the racket, Song Xi served a straight shot. The badminton ball went straight in front of George Sheng. It was very difficult to catch it at such an angle. However, George Sheng stood still and didn't move. When he raised his hand, as if he didn't use much force, the white ball immediately turned around. Flying towards Song Xi's left rear.

Song Xi quickly retreated. Because the distance was far away, she fought back with great force. George Sheng still stood on the same spot, twisting his elbow lightly like last time. This time he used a small amount of force. With great strength, the white ball head bounced on the racket, no more, no less, just over the net.

Song Xi had already tried her best to rush back. She stretched her arms as far as possible and almost stumbled. The moment the ball hit the ground, it was like George Sheng stepped on her nerves with his foot.

George Sheng thought she would get angry, but she took a deep breath. It seemed that she knew that speaking would be a slap in the face, so she endured it.

The game is like this. Everyone is rushing to hit at all kinds of tricky angles. If they can win it in one shot, they will never hit it in two. As George Sheng said, if she wants to play golf, she might as well ask the guard to come and practice with her.

Song Xi held the ball and was knocked down twice by George Sheng. His arrogance and Dou Yan climbed up together, trying to hold back his energy to make him suffer too.

But the reality is often unsatisfactory. Song Xi was seen constantly bending down to pick up the ball, serve, and then pick up the ball again...

This cycle happened no less than twenty times, and Song Xi never said a word. This time it was George Sheng's turn to mutter in his heart, is this guy not angry anymore?

Thinking about it, Song Xi sent a fast ball over. George Sheng could obviously dunk her, but he changed his mind at the last moment and flicked his wrist to feed her a high ball.

Song Xi quickly stepped back with her head raised and hit an oblique straight ball. She was afraid that George Sheng would mislead her, so she immediately returned to the frontcourt. Unexpectedly, George Sheng hit another high and long ball. Song Xi ran back again, twice. After that, George Sheng couldn't bear to leave her. Looking at her running around the place, she looked pitiful.

So he deliberately released the ball and came up with a soft shot. Song Xi was like an eagle. Don't give her a chance. With a sharp swipe, the white ball quickly crossed the net and was smashed at the feet of George Sheng.

George Sheng thought she would relieve her anger. Seeing Song Xi standing there, looking at him with a bad look, he asked aloud: Why are you letting go?

George Sheng didn't want to admit it, but when the words came to his lips, he calmly replied: We are not on the same level.

The most irritating words are nothing more than that. Song Xi understands this truth, but it still sounds disturbing.

I want to fight back, but what they say is the truth. I want to accept it calmly, but I can't.

Song Xi stood there and took a few breaths, then suddenly walked to the rest chair next to her. George Sheng looked at her back. She walked over and took off her coat, wearing jeans and snow boots, and a black sweetheart collar shirt.

While twisting his arms and walking towards the court, Song Xi found himself a step and said, It's uncomfortable wearing a coat. You're trying to force me to be serious.

For the first time, George Sheng did not expose her, and only said: Come on.

Song Xi warmed up, rolled up her sleeves and held a badminton. She was aggressive from the beginning. George Sheng put down half of the water and pressed her to death in just one or two blows, but it was difficult to catch every blow. Song Xi ran all over the court, and George Sheng almost always stood there.

After playing continuously for twenty minutes, George Sheng took the initiative and said, Let's rest for a while.

He walked towards the rest chair, but Song Xi squatted down on the spot and picked up a bottle of water. George Sheng turned around and looked at her. Song Xi's beautiful oval face was flushed red. She squatted with her arms hanging weakly because her waist was a little bent and full. Her upper body was pressed on her legs. From George Sheng's angle, she could just see the white snow and deep ravine under her collar.

For two seconds, George Sheng looked away, unscrewed the bottle cap and raised his head to drink water.

Exposed.

Song Xi's face flushed with exhaustion, and she looked at George Sheng after hearing the sound: Huh?

George Sheng didn't look at her and said again: Your breasts are about to fall out.

Song Xi looked down and saw that from her perspective, the scenery was even more amazing.

Subconsciously, he raised his hands to lift up the clothes on his chest. At the same time, he stood up instinctively. Because of the violent rise, the blood supply was insufficient, and his eyes briefly turned gray, and he couldn't see anything.

Song Xi stood there without daring to move, but his body was obviously stiff.

George Sheng looked at her with nervousness and concern in his eyes: What's wrong?

After a few seconds, the grayness in front of his eyes gradually dissipated, and Song Xi replied: It's okay, I got up too fast.

George Sheng said: Let's stay here today.

Song Xi said: It took a lot of effort to get here. We only fought for a while, but it wasn't enough to cause Yuan Bao trouble.

George Sheng sat on the lounge chair, looked at her without a smile, and said in a deep voice: You are hungry because you haven't eaten. I won't carry you away if you faint.

When it came to eating, Song Xi's eyes changed, as if he had thought of something, and he walked quickly to the rest chair.

George Sheng had Song Xi's bag in her hand. She bent down to rummage through the bag without even thinking about it.

George Sheng didn't mean it, but the two were so close. When he raised his eyes, he saw two plump balls in her collar. They were very white, and her skin was as delicate as fine porcelain. Not even a pore could be seen on her body. The most important thing is, if she is so thin, how can her breasts be so big?

From his angle, it was all breasts, and he couldn't even see his underwear.

Song Xi quickly took out two bags of things from the bag, straightened up, and handed one of the bags to George Sheng.

George Sheng looked away as if unnaturally, did not answer, and asked in a low voice: What?

Song Xi said: French honey cherries are delicious. Try it, replenish sugar and calories, and practice with me for another hour.

George Sheng took it and glanced at the back of the snack suspiciously. The place of origin was: Xingning, Night City.

Turning it over again, I saw that it was not the French honey cherry, but the French honey cherry.

George Sheng raised his eyes and looked at Song Xi, who was eating with gusto in front of him, and asked, Don't you know how to read?

Song Xi realized it later, looked down and said, Da Mengmeng told me about France, but I didn't pay close attention.

George Sheng casually put the bag next to him, making it clear that he didn't want to eat snacks produced around Night City.

Song Xi handed over the bag in her hand and highly recommended: Try one, it will suit your taste. Da Mengmeng recently lost weight, and she gave me all her snacks. She said she would like to watch me eat them. I will eat this right away. Thinking of you, it’s your cup of tea.”

She kept pushing the open bag to George Sheng's mouth. George Sheng frowned slightly, unable to hide, raised his right hand, grabbed her wrist, brought the bag closer, lowered his head and ate one. .

It's sour and sweet, like prunes, and it's really delicious.