Life With You

George Sheng held Song Xi all the way up to the third floor. He could feel the scorching heat on her body through a bathrobe. He kicked the door open and went in. He put Song Xi on the bed, she was burnt and closed. Close your eyes and breathe shallowly.

George Sheng stared at her, feeling very complicated, unable to tell whether it was anger or something.

"Meow~"

There was a soft voice, Qixi and Cola were lying on the bay window. They stood up, jumped on the bed a few steps, and came to Song Xi's side.

Qixi stretched out her lovely plum blossom claws and patted Song Xi's face lightly. The blue eyes were very innocent, as if she didn't know what happened to Song Xi, except for a faint cry: "Meow~"

When George Sheng saw this, he was suddenly pierced with a needle in his heart. There was an obvious tingling. Maybe she felt pitiful, because she was so ill, there were only two cats around her.

When the heart is softened, the perpetrator does not need to be tensed anymore. Even if George Sheng is hard-hearted, he will not bully a woman with such a disease. He bent down, and he reached out and patted the arm of the person on the bed, and shouted, "Song Xi. "

Song Xi's whole body hurts, and George Sheng's two shots are not painful or itchy, she can hardly feel it.

George Sheng saw that the pat on her arm was not good, raised his hand and patted her face twice, "Song Xi?"

Song Xi was somewhat conscious this time, because her brows frowned slightly.

Upon seeing this, George Sheng said, "Get up and change your clothes."

She was lying on the bed now soaked all over, even if he put the quilt on her, it would make her worse in disguise.

There was a buzzing sound in Song Xi's ears. He clearly heard the voice, but her brain couldn't understand it at all. She frowned because of the uncomfortable feeling.

George Sheng patiently said, "You get up and change your clothes, I'll call the doctor."

Song Xi wrinkled her nose and snorted distractedly. At this moment, her mind was not very bright and she had only one thought. Don't bother her, her head is about to explode.

George Sheng was taken aback when she saw her suddenly playing her temper, and then a touch of pretentious fierce and teasing flashed under her eyes, her thin lips opened, and she said, "I don't want to change it, do you? Don't regret it."

After all, without giving Song Xi any chance to react, he stooped and stretched an arm behind her, lifted her upper body, then lifted the hem of her T-shirt, and put her clothes up without gentleness. Flick, just three or four seconds before and after, he threw the wet clothes aside with a flick of his hand, deliberately not looking at Song Xi, only the upper body of his underwear.

Moving his gaze to her waist and hips, George Sheng still adhered to the policy of making quick decisions, unbuttoning the buttons and zippers of her jeans, and helping her take off her pants with both hands.

In the summer, everyone was dressed in clothes, and only underwear and underwear were left after taking off. George Sheng forced himself to look straight, and the moment his pants came off his ankles, he immediately stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt to cover her, but she was all alone. The white underwear with lace edges is still clearly printed in his mind.

The fluffy velvet covers Song Xi's body, covering most of her face. George Sheng stood by the bed, and after a few seconds of silence, he leaned over to help her pull the quilt down for fear of suffocating her to death.

Song Xi's cheeks were abnormally red, and George Sheng leaned the back of his hand, hot.

Remembering that she was lying here in wet clothes just now, even if the clothes were taken off now, the sheets were still wet, with a cold face stretched out, George Sheng knelt on one knee by the bed, his arms stretched into the quilt at the same time.

He never thought of taking advantage of her. The tentacles were her hot skin, like cooked tofu. George Sheng reached under her back with one hand, and put her arm around her thigh to connect her. The human belt was picked up and placed in a non-wet place nearby.

Xu was because the temperature on her body was too high, and George Sheng tossed a few times, unknowingly, he became hot all over, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Withdrawing his arm, his Adam's apple gently rolled up and down, George Sheng got off the bed and turned to go out to call.

He called the personal doctor of Qiao’s family, who had been here before, and briefly talked about Song Xi’s symptoms. When he hung up the phone and turned back to the bedroom, George Sheng stood more than a meter away from the bed. Looking at Song Xi lying flat on the bed, there are two cat litters beside her, one white and one black, seemingly helpless, only accompanied.

The picture of her saving people under the heavy rain came to mind. Yuan Bao said that he began to worship Song Xi.

As far as George Sheng is concerned, worship is not a big deal, but at best... admiration? At first he hated Song Xi so much that he couldn't accept any good from her. Later, every time people around him said she was good, he instinctively hated it, and it felt like forcing him to admit that he was wrong.

To this day, when he was sitting in the car and saw her saving people from the wind and rain, several times, he wished to write down the license plates of all the surrounding vehicles, and to teach the group of people why none of them went out and handed them to her. An umbrella?

The most **** thing is that Yuan Bao didn't mention the umbrella, so he could only sit in the car and wait.

After waiting for a long time, I finally saw her suddenly turn around, and then ran straight in his direction. When Yuan Bao lowered the car window, George Sheng's heartbeat was still.

He didn't want to be seen by her, he had seen her a long time ago.

She asked: Do you have an umbrella?

At that moment, she bends down slightly, and the rain rolls off her cheeks and eyelashes, and he treats her as her head bowed.

Forget it, he's a big man, how angry with her.

He turned and walked into the bathroom. After a while, George Sheng came out again, holding a hair dryer in his hand, and came to the head of the bed. He connected the power supply, and then sat beside Song Xi, pressing the switch to help her blow her hair.

The noise of the hair dryer is very small, but it is impossible not. Song Xi suddenly felt warm in her ears. A gust of wind blew her ears and cheeks. She closed her eyes and couldn't imagine what was happening, so she tried to open them. A seam.

In a daze, she saw George Sheng in a black bathrobe sitting by the bed. The two looked at each other. Song Xi slowly closed her eyes after watching for a few seconds.

It seemed that she was ill and hysterical, otherwise how could she dream of George Sheng sitting by the bed blowing her hair.

George Sheng didn't expect that she was still awake, feeling a little embarrassed in her heart. The key was afraid of her misunderstanding, so he said, "Don't think too much, it's for your kindness to save others." I can't let you die here. In fact, he wanted to say the second half, but after thinking about it, he was still held back.

Song Xi was so hot that she was sweating, but she was more comfortable lying down than sitting. She tried to move her lips. She had the right to talk to him in a dream, so she replied without concealment: "Don't worry, I'm just crazy. I think too much."

When George Sheng heard the words, his dark eyes cast a deep glance at her.

After a few seconds, he solemnly said: "After so long, didn't you ask me in the end?"

Song Xi closed her eyes and replied, "When did I beg you?"

George Sheng replied: "You beg me to borrow your umbrella."

Song Xi: