Life With You

After returning home, Song Xi said she wanted to take a bath. George Sheng put a tank of water for her and originally wanted to go in with her. She said she wanted to wash herself and stayed there for more than an hour. George Sheng would appear at the door from time to time. He found various reasons to talk to her, but he was actually afraid that something would happen to her. Song Xi understood that, so she responded to him every time.

Two hours and twenty minutes after she entered, George Sheng couldn't help but open the door and walked in. He looked up and saw Song Xi sitting in the bathtub, rubbing his arms vigorously with a towel, and did not turn his head when he heard the sound.

When he came closer, his black pupils shrank invisibly. Song Xi was very white, and her skin was like fine porcelain. In addition, she took good care of herself, and her body always looked like soft white satin, smooth and flawless. But at this moment, the two of them were There are obvious red and purple pinch marks on the curve of the arm. It can be seen that someone has pressed hard. There are also strip marks on the calf, left by a belt.

Those scenes that he had never seen were now clearly visible from the marks on her body. Even her hip bone was blue. It was hit by her when she was struggling. She didn't feel pain at that time, and she doesn't feel it now, only shame.

Song Xi wanted to wipe away all these marks, so much so that a layer of skin on his body almost fell off, but these marks were like maggots on the tarsal bones, and he could not get rid of them no matter what.

George Sheng thought she just wanted to calm down, but who would have thought that she had been wiping the bruises. He leaned over and wrapped her hand, and he said softly: Stop wiping.

Song Xi stared straight at the bend of his arm and said only one word: Dirty.

George Sheng didn't dare to use too much force. He held her hand with one hand, and slowly took away the towel from her hand with the other hand, saying aloud: It's not dirty.

Song Xi didn't have a towel in her hand, so she simply raised her hand to rub it, and the white and tender skin turned even redder in two strokes. George Sheng put the towel aside, squatted by the bathtub, held one of her wrists with one hand, and looked at She said: You are not dirty, they are the ones who are.

Song Xi lowered her head and said nothing, but her tears fell on the water. George Sheng's heart felt like needles pricking her heart. He didn't care that he was still wearing a shirt, and just hugged her dripping wet.

Not knowing what to do, he could only ask in a suppressed voice: What do you want to do?

What can I do to make her feel better?

He couldn't see her like this.

Song Xi whispered: Hug me.

George Sheng was originally holding her, but he tightened his arms when he heard this, making her feel that he was beside her.

Song Xi lay on George Sheng's shoulder, and her breath was filled with the familiar smell. However, when she closed her eyes, the ugly faces of Tan Kai and those gangs of people who had destroyed their consciences came to mind one after another. She was so frightened that she opened her eyes, even though she was silent, but Like a shadow.

She still remembers being intercepted and killed on the street, as well as shootings. These incidents had a different degree of psychological impact on her. She thought she had some resistance, but she didn't expect that the ugliness of people's hearts and the dangers of the world were far worse than hers. It's scarier to imagine.

Song Xi didn't know that she was trembling, but she couldn't bear it just thinking about it. George Sheng's legs were numb when he was squatting across the bathtub, so he simply put on his clothes and pants, raised his legs and stepped in, soaking wet, and holding her as soft as a baby.

Some people have mysophobia in their lives, and some people have mysophobia in their hearts. Song Xi happens to be the latter. She can't stand having her body touched by others, even through clothes. She wishes she could be like a cicada shedding its shell and a snake shedding its skin. , peeled off a layer of myself and started over.

George Sheng guessed what she was thinking from the stiffness of her body and her constant desire to touch the bruises. He leaned over and kissed her, from her ears to the side of her face, and then her eyes...

Song Xi closed her eyes and said in a very soft voice: I want to take a bath...

George Sheng said: I can't wait any longer.

He kissed her lips, gently and affectionately at first, then gradually deepened and deepened, with strong love, wrapping her under his power without any blind spots.

The breathing of both of them gradually became lower and faster. Song Xi was more anxious than usual. She was eager to absorb the body temperature and smell of George Sheng, trying to cover up the disgusting and unfamiliar smell of her body with his smell.

George Sheng understood what she was thinking, so he was gentle and possessive that broke through everything. He took over everything about her, letting her know clearly that she was his, and this was a fact that no one could change.

In the impression, Song Xi ripped off the buttons of George Sheng's shirt. He was soaked and pushed into the bathtub by her. His soaked clothes turned into restraints. Fortunately, she helped to remove them.

When instinct begins to dominate the body, all the troubles and disturbances in this world are behind you.

In the past, George Sheng never left any marks on her body, because her skin was so tender that it would turn red if he sucked it casually. He had the urge, but he couldn't bear it. Today he kissed her all over her body, leaving bruises everywhere on her body. Brand his mark again.

They are all human beings, and there is a huge difference between loving and not loving. Song loves George Sheng and thinks his people are salvation and kisses are antidotes. Even his occasional rudeness that he can't control, she regards as his love. Got out of control.

There is no alcohol-induced impulse, only souls in urgent need of affirmation. The two of them have different moods, but they are simultaneously pulled into the abyss of desire.

George Sheng was still a little cautious. He was afraid that Song Xi would not be able to sleep well after being frightened, so he put in extra effort. By coincidence, Song Xi didn't want to be awake either. The two hit it off immediately, and she took the initiative to squeeze out the last bit of herself. She realized that she was still in the bathtub before falling asleep. When she opened her eyes in a daze, she was already lying on the bed. George Sheng was sitting beside the bed, using a silent hair dryer to help her dry her hair.

Under the warm yellow light, his profile was still astonishingly handsome. Song Xi wanted to raise her arms and touch his face, telling him not to worry, she would be fine.

But her arms were heavy, her whole body ached, she couldn't lift them, and she was too sleepy.

George Sheng stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, moved his thumb gently, and said softly: Go to sleep, I'm here.

Saying I'm here, Song Xi closed her eyes with peace of mind. She didn't know if it was because she was too nervous or if the physical exertion really worked. Anyway, she slept until dawn, not to mention nightmares, not even a dream.

When she opened her eyes, she saw George Sheng lying next to her. He didn't do anything, he just looked at her, as if he had been waiting for her to wake up like this a long time ago.

Song Xi blinked slowly, then moved into his arms and hugged his waist. Qixi, who was lying at the end of the bed, walked over with cat steps and habitually lay on the seam between the two of them.

Early in the morning, sunshine, the same bed, the same people and cats next to her, Song Xi closed her eyes and gave herself a psychological suggestion, this was fine, nothing had changed.

George Sheng's voice came from above his head, Are you feeling better?

Song Xi closed her eyes and replied softly: I seem to be braver than I thought.

This was the truth, and it also had a hinting effect. Things had already happened. She could only be grateful that she had escaped from the tiger's mouth and gained wisdom. She could not make the same mistake again in the future. Other than that, what else could she do?

However, when George Sheng heard this, there was a clear look of distress in his eyes.

Sliding down, he hugged Song Xi. After a long time, she heard him say: I seem to be weaker than before.

His weakness comes from having a weak spot, and it is a very obvious weak spot. The slightest touch from others will cause him severe pain.