Life With You

Song Xiguang was so tired of being on the bed with George Sheng that she almost forgot that her WeChat message kept ringing until someone called. Song Xi reached for the phone and found that it was Diana calling.

Turning on the connect button, Song Xi greeted happily: Hello, Princess.

Diana immediately asked: Where have you gone? I called you on WeChat, but you didn't reply.

Song Xi was lying in George Sheng's arms. He lit a cigarette. She raised her hand and grabbed it to prevent him from smoking. She replied, I didn't hear you just now. What's wrong?

George Sheng snatched the cigarette back from her hand, fearing that it would burn her. Song Xi gave her a you are not allowed to smoke look and watched as he put out the cigarette he had just lit in the ashtray before giving up.

Diana said on the phone: Come to my house quickly, it's my housewarming today.

Song Ximei raised her beautiful eyes slightly and asked aloud: Are you done with that end?

Diana said: We've finished loading the furniture, so we're going to send someone. I'll go to the hospital later. Dongxu won't stay in the hospital for a long time. He said it's boring. We just happened to bring him back, so we can get together.

Song Xi responded: Okay, then I'll get up and clean up right away.

Diana asked: You haven't gotten up yet?

George Sheng slid down Song Xi's waistline under the quilt. Song Xi was very sensitive and immediately held down his wrist, crossed his legs and replied, I slept late last night.

Diana was an experienced driver. Her voice immediately dropped and she said ambiguously: Did you go to bed late or play too late?

Normally, it would be okay for Song Xi to be calm in her heart, but now she and George Sheng were lying naked together, and his hands were not honest. She was really being attacked from both sides, and blood rushed to her face. She replied angrily: I’m not as lustful as you…”

Halfway through her words, George Sheng ignored her obstruction and moved his big hand down. Song Xi couldn't bear it anymore and said in a panic: I'll hang up first.

Without waiting for Diana to respond, Song Xi quickly pressed the hang up button. At the same time, George Sheng had already pressed down.

Song Xi was going crazy. He pushed against her with his slender arms and said, Restrain yourself.

George Sheng's hand was clamped by her, and his black pupils were rarely clear when he opened them. His thin lips opened, and he replied in a low voice: I'll press it for you.

Get out of here, Song Xi cursed in his heart. He said he would massage her before, but he just started to massage her. Looking at his expression now, how could he look like he was giving a serious massage?

Knowing that it was too hard to be tough with him, Song Xi instantly turned into a pitiful look, looked at him and said, I feel bad.

George Sheng said: Rub it for you.

Song Xi'er's heart felt hot and she said bravely: It's better for you to let me rest than anything else.

George Sheng really wanted it, even though it had just ended, but he couldn't touch her, like a fire that could start a prairie fire when the wind blows.

Song Xi's mouth was sweet and she said coaxingly: I'm tired and hungry now. I'm hungry and cold. The princess is still urging me to come over. Can you let me go?

George Sheng stared at her, his eyes still deep, his hands still lingering in dangerous places, and he continued: I am hungry and thirsty.

Song Xi was used to seeing him being serious and even sanctimonious in the past, but after getting to know him deeply, she realized that he was definitely not a serious person, let alone a fuel-efficient person. Yesterday, he almost killed half of her life. It was really unacceptable. The sound is enough, and it is a blockbuster.

Her cheeks turned red, she frowned slightly and said, It's all yours sooner or later, why are you so anxious?

George Sheng couldn't stand her outspoken appearance. How could she be...so seductive?

After she finished saying good things to her on the bed, George Sheng reluctantly turned over and didn't dare to stay for a second. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed. When he stood up with his back to her, his back muscles were perfect. Song Xi was wrapped in the quilt and looked at it lewdly. After one glance, his beautiful eyes suddenly glared: ...you have a tattoo?

George Sheng didn't take it seriously and bent down to pick up the nightgown beside the bed. As he moved, the black cobra head tattoo from his tailbone to his groin became more conspicuous. However, before Song Xi could take a closer look, George Sheng had already put on the nightgown. Okay, he turned around and tied his belt towards her, I'm going to put some water in for you to take a bath, and then go downstairs to eat.

Song Xi stretched out a snow-white arm from under the quilt, propped it up on the edge of the bed, raised his head and said, Why didn't you tell me you had a tattoo?

George Sheng didn't answer and asked: Want to see it?

Song Xi's eyes were bright, she glanced curiously at the baby, and nodded several times.

When George Sheng saw this, a flash of revenge flashed in his beautiful eyes, Aren't you in a hurry to see your friends? I'll wait for you to come back in the evening.

After saying that, he walked straight to the bathroom. Song Xi looked at his back bitterly, Are you so stingy?

She hung him, and George Sheng also hung something from her. He put a tank of bath water for Song Xi and carried her to the bathroom. While she was taking a bath, George Sheng went downstairs and returned to his room. What he saw was a mess. His The clothes, her pajamas, the thin chains with beads on the carpet, the quilt was not on the bed, but on the bay window, which he had laid out casually last night.

There were only two pillows on the three-meter-wide bed. There were many unknown and suspicious marks on the black sheets, deep and shallow, mottled, and some of them were dark red, which was blood.

George Sheng is not only a germaphobe, but also a bit tidy. His room has never been so messy, but now, he feels that the mess is so satisfying.

Song Xi took a bath comfortably. When she stepped out of the bathtub, her legs were so weak that she almost fell to her knees. She held the edge of the bathtub carefully, frowning slightly, secretly thinking that her legs were really weak, especially on both sides of her thighs. The roots are sore and sore, and there, they were swollen last night, and now they are empty all the time.

It has been the norm for more than 20 years that it has been empty, but after filling it up for one night, it seems like something is missing.

After changing into a set of pajamas and putting the sheets and quilt in the laundry basket, Song Xi heard a slight noise from the kitchen. Song Xi looked over and saw that it was George Sheng cooking.

He was wearing loose and casual home clothes, he was tall, and his back looked so killer.

Song Xi regretted not taking her cell phone with her because she wanted to secretly take pictures of him.

George Sheng suddenly turned his head. His handsome and cool face was as powerful as a tiger's figure, complementing each other perfectly.

His lips parted and he said, Come here.

Song Xi endured the strange feeling in her body with every step she took and came to him. George Sheng took a plump shrimp from the pan and handed it to her mouth.

Be careful of the burn.

Song Xi blew it before eating it. After chewing it twice, she nodded and gave a thumbs up: It's delicious.

George Sheng said: I will make shrimps for you, and you will cook noodles for me.

Hearing this, Song Xi took the initiative to take a step forward, put her arms around his waist, poked her face into his chest, and said coquettishly: You cook it for me, I want to eat the noodles you cooked.

For such a blatant evasion of labor, George Sheng... was right.

In the next ten minutes, Song Xi kept holding George Sheng from behind. She would go wherever he went. He seemed to be carrying a large schoolbag, but he never disliked it at all. Who asked him to do his homework last night? ', you did it so seriously.