Life With You

Song Xi couldn't push him away, and she didn't dare to move too much for fear of touching his left leg. She instinctively raised her hand and touched the back of his head. She coaxed, Be patient, I'll wait until you are healed.

George Sheng stared at her with longing eyes, and opened his thin lips: I am not Xiaojie. The implication was to tell Song Xi not to use the method of coaxing a child to deal with him, it was useless.

Song Xi saw that he was not willing to take soft food, so he frowned decisively and said with a serious face: I don't even care what the conditions are. You forgot about the pain before the scar healed.

George Sheng said: It doesn't hurt anymore.

Song Xi said: Can you move your legs now?

She didn't have the nerve to go into detail. Can she kneel down? Can it bend? Can you push harder?

George Sheng looked at her, his voice already low: You are up there.

Song Xi's head buzzed, and then her pretty face suddenly turned red. Although the two had been married for a year and a half, they hadn't really been husband and wife for that long, and they were still newlyweds. He suddenly said something like this...

Are you crazy? Song Xi became angry, and then added in a low voice like a thief: This is a hospital.

George Sheng said: Lock the door.

Song Xi's face is getting redder and redder. After living for more than 20 years, the hospital has always been a place of work. I think that Han Chunmeng and Gu Dongxu drank too much and slept in the hospital bed together for one night. Now they have become the gossip of the Gu family. , now George Sheng makes such a request...

Song Xi decisively refused, No.

George Sheng's arm around her waist tightened, and his voice became deeper, I really think about it, can you bear to see me feel uncomfortable?

He was a man who wouldn't cry out in pain when he was shot, but now he was crying out.

Song Xi didn't dare to look into his eyes, so she looked away and said, Don't think about it this way.

George Sheng said: I just think about it, can I control it?

Song Xixi coaxed in a good-natured voice, If you bear with me a little longer, I'll wait until I'm discharged from the hospital and go home...

George Sheng held her with one hand and touched her face with the other. Song Xi's sweat pores suddenly opened and goosebumps appeared on his body. He pulled her down, closed his eyes and kissed her. Song Xi wanted to calm down his restlessness with a kiss. Unexpectedly, there was no turning back when the bow was fired. This kiss failed to comfort her, but instead made the fuse burn shorter and shorter.

She took advantage of her last shred of sanity and tried to escape. George Sheng took her hand and pressed it to the chain of her pants, saying in a very low voice: I will die.

These four words were like the black wings spread by the devil, instantly blocking all reason and shrouding Song Xi in darkness. She was really soft-hearted and really distressed, and couldn't bear to see him feel so uncomfortable.

Lock the outermost door, lock the master bedroom door, and lock the bathroom door, as if this is the only way to find a sense of security in the midst of danger.

There is a chair in the bathroom. George Sheng is sitting on it, with his bare upper body and slender legs wrapped in pants. Song Xi is standing not far away, with his heart beating like a drum. He is ten thousand times more nervous than the first time the two of them met.

George Sheng waved to her, like the big bad wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood, his lips moved up and down, and he said two words inaudibly: Come here.

Song Xi walked over numbly and unzipped his trousers with her heart in her throat.

George Sheng stroked her cheek, brushed his thumb lightly, and said softly: Don't be embarrassed, we are husband and wife, it is natural and natural.

Song Xi lowered his gaze, and a voice floated through his buzzing brain: It was only natural, but he didn't care about the situation. He was really going to die. Either he or she would die today.

Her movements are slow and can be described as grinding. For George Sheng, every minute and every second is painful torture, but knowing that she is close in front of him and knowing that the pain is temporary, he will soon usher in unparalleled joy. , so this 'darkness before dawn' also has a different flavor.

She was wearing a Gucci red-striped student skirt, and he was wearing casual pants. The two were sitting on the same chair. Song Xi put her arms around George Sheng's neck and buried her face where he couldn't see her. In broad daylight and in a confined space, she He bit his lip to prevent himself from making any sound, but his brows were always furrowed.

George Sheng let out the familiar rough breathing in her ear, much earlier than before, as if he was on the verge of losing control as soon as he touched her.

Song Xi understood the inconvenience of his legs and took the lead with a blushing face. Everyone's breathing and subtle syllables were amplified in the small bathroom. Later, he held her waist and started to exert force. Song Xi almost lost her soul. At first, his body reacted naturally, but then he realized that he was frightened. He pressed his shoulders and said in a trembling voice: Don't move your legs.

George Sheng's handsome face was covered with fine beads of sweat. At this moment, he was like an uncontrolled machine, supporting her to push her honestly. Song Xi couldn't control him at all. She opened her mouth to speak, but her words were all crushed sobs. .

She couldn't make a sound. She knew that the door was locked, but she still felt wary. So she suddenly had an idea, stretched out her arm, and turned on the faucet not far away. The sound of rushing water was somewhat suppressed. Moaning in the small space, she hugged George Sheng's neck tightly. When her consciousness was separated from her body, it was not the first time she felt like this. It was as if she and George Sheng were the only two left in the world, and they were each other's world. The only one in.

Afterwards, Song Xi stood up to tidy up, and George Sheng also stood up while supporting the wall. She immediately supported him and said, What are you doing?

George Sheng's voice was still hoarse, and he said: Take care of it.

Song Xi said, No, just sit down and I'll wipe it for you.

George Sheng said: My wife needs to help with this matter. Am I not a useless person?

In George Sheng's mind, it was because of his inconvenient legs that he let Song Xi keep the vacant room for a month. She had done her best during the process, but now she was asked to clean up the mess afterwards, which he couldn't do.

Song Xi felt numb from the bottom of his heart to his limbs when he heard this, secretly thinking that he was sometimes cute as a grown man.

After dragging his injured leg, George Sheng finally cleaned up by himself. Song Xi simply took a bath. He couldn't touch the water and just watched from the side. Song Xi turned his back to him and said loudly: I am getting thicker and thicker now. , it’s all your fault.”

George Sheng said: I like thick-skinned people.

Song Xi turned around and flicked some water on his face. As expected, she was not as thick-skinned as him.

George Sheng sat back on the chair. The bathroom was full of smoke. He only wore pants and his upper body was bare. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and a charming smile immediately appeared on his handsome face. Facing such a face, Song Xi said, How could he be so angry? He was pretending to be displeased at first, but looking at it, he suddenly became happy. It was a perfect interpretation of what it means to be elated.

George Sheng looked at her and said, I don't hate being hospitalized now.

Many times, he is as straightforward as a child, saying whatever is on his mind without hiding it.

Song Xi looked at him, pursed her pink lips, and replied half-jokingly and half-seriously: I'm not sure whether I am a doctor or something now.