Life With You

Seeing her pursing her lips for a while, George Sheng was inexplicably proud. Look, didn't she give up in the end?

Just thinking about it, Song Xi closed her eyes suddenly and said, "Don't you beg me too?"

George Sheng paused, then stared at her and said, "I beg you?"

Song Xi said, "You beg me to go to your house and make food for your dad."

George Sheng had no expression on his face, no happiness or anger on his face, his thin lips opened, and he said, "That's letting go."

Can't she tell a request from a request?

Song Xi replied without changing her face: "I also asked you to lend me an umbrella." After a pause, she opened her mouth and added: "I borrowed it from Yuanbao."

George Sheng said: "The umbrella is mine."

Song Xi closed her eyes, her body was hot, and secretly said that this dream was really funny. She never thought that one day she would talk to George Sheng in bed, not to mention that he was still blowing her hair.

Unclear whether it was emotion or sigh, Song Xi sighed lightly.

George Sheng helped her dry her hair and turned off the hair dryer. She hadn't spoken for a while, and he didn't know if she was asleep. He just said to himself: "People need to understand the reward."

He stood up and just about to leave, Song Xi suddenly asked, "Do you really hate me so much?"

George Sheng stopped and turned to look at her.

Song Xi still didn't open her eyes. She rested her head on the white pillow, and her hair was more like ink. She was originally very white, but her cheeks were red because of the fever.

Her pursed lips moved. After a few seconds, she whispered: "No matter what I do, you can't get along with me in peace?"

George Sheng said nothing, because he didn't think about how to answer for a while, Song Heyburn was confused, and she didn't want him to answer. She asked and answered, "I'm really tired. I know how I'm okay with you. But I'm really tired...I don't want to fight with you, and I don't want to make you unhappy. We all endure it. Three years will soon pass..."

Tears gushed from under the thick eyelashes, and George Sheng was shocked.

He has seen her daring to be angry but not speaking, she has seen her smashing the jar in a hurry, and she has also seen her look nowhere. He knows her bones are hard, but he doesn't know how much energy she has exhausted. The dripping water disguised in front of people does not leak.

It turned out that she would be tired too, and sometimes she couldn't hold it.

Since enduring such pain, why not bow your head with him? Can he press her head lower?

George felt angry, but was confused whether he was angry with Song Xi or himself.

Song Xi couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality, but the sadness was clear. She was so wronged that she frowned and didn't even cry.

George Sheng stood by the bed and said nothing for a long time, until she fell asleep in a daze, he turned and left the room, because he did not pay attention, when he returned to his room, he found that he was still carrying the hair dryer in her room.

The family doctor came as quickly as he expected. As expected, George Sheng Jinwu Cangjiao’s beautiful lady was sick again. When the temperature was taken last time, George Sheng didn’t let the doctor touch him. The doctor learned well this time. The thermometer in the mouth, measured it, thirty-nine degrees one.

The doctor hurriedly prescribed antipyretic and anti-inflammatory needles to Song Xi, and after putting on water, he asked George Sheng to help Song Xi cool down.

George Sheng said faintly: "Will you put on a cold towel?"

The doctor said: "A cold towel can be applied to her forehead. It is best to wipe her body and limbs with a warm towel, so that the heat dissipation is quicker, and she will be less guilty.

In George Sheng's mind, there was a subconscious picture of Song Xi lying barely in front of him, wearing only underwear. His eyes were dull, and it would be better not to ask.

The needle was pierced, the medicine was left, and the doctor said hello to leave.

George Sheng said: "Go down by yourself, I won't send you off."

The doctor never thought about asking George Sheng to send it. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind her, "When she wakes up, we must let her eat something, otherwise there will be space in her stomach and her body will not be able to stand it."

"Ok."

The doctor went downstairs by himself, and George Sheng was standing in Song Xi's bedroom, watching her sleep deeply on the bed. Just now the doctor gave her an injection, but she didn't respond.

He took out his cell phone, he called someone who didn't know, and ordered people to buy porridge and side dishes. The phone hung up, he went to the bathroom again, washed a cool towel, and put it on her forehead when he came back.

This scene is a bit familiar, and George Sheng sighed secretly. This was the second time he was busy serving her. The last time he was forced to help her, this time... he just didn't look at her to fend for herself.

Seeing that she was asleep, George Sheng went out and smoked a cigarette. When she came back, Song Xi turned over. She was lying flat before. Now her back is facing the door and facing the window, and the towel on her forehead has fallen on the pillow. His right arm stretched out of the quilt, and even his shoulders and a small half of his back were exposed to the air.

George Sheng walked over, bent over to remove the towel, and then grabbed her arm, trying to tuck it back into the quilt. When the finger touched her skin, the temperature shocked him. How could it be so hot?

She touched her arms and back again, and there was a lot of dampness on her back. She must be too hot to stand, so she opened the quilt and came out to breathe.

Thinking of the doctor’s words before he left, George Sheng took the towel he had placed on the bedside table and wiped her arms without gentleness. After wiping the arms, she came to her back. Song Xi was not stripped naked by him. Wearing underwear, George Sheng jumped over the position of the underwear button at first, and only helped her wipe other places, but when he wiped it, he suddenly felt that he was hypocritical, and he didn't want to do anything to her. What if he untie it?

Thinking, he knelt on one knee by the bed, his slender fingers came to Song Xi's back, and the two sides were slightly wrong, and the buttons were easily untied. When he let go, the straps retracted to the sides, revealing Song Xi's neatness. The back is slippery.

George Sheng used a towel to pad her hands, wiped her back, then flattened her and covered her with a quilt.

Song Xi felt more comfortable, and murmured, George Sheng asked, "What?"

Song Xi said, "Water."

George Sheng put down the towel and said as he walked out: "Like a man."

It’s not the Lord who is sick, it’s the Lord who is taken care of. George Sheng went downstairs and took a few bottles of mineral water and unscrewed the lid. He put one hand through Song Xi’s neck and lifted her up halfway with the bottle facing On her lips, "Drink."

Song Xi opened her mouth, thirsty, and drank most of the small bottle in one breath.

After all, George Sheng had no experience of serving people. At first it seemed that she hadn't been drinking enough. Later, he simply lifted the bottom of the bottle to make her drink enough, but Song Xi choked in her throat and sprayed suddenly.

"Cough...cough cough..."

George Sheng hurriedly removed the bottle. Song Xi coughed enough and the water was spilled on the quilt in front of him. He lost his mind for a while, or thought nothing, but instinctively opened the quilt.

Song Xi's naked body was completely exposed. He was originally wearing underwear, but because the buttons were unbuttoned by him, it was only hung on the chest. For a moment, the white plump bulge and the dazzling red mole on the left chest ,A bird's eye view.