Life With You

George Sheng closed his eyes and pursed his beautiful thin lips, blurring the weakness of not wanting to speak or simply not wanting to speak.

Song Xi stood by the bed holding a towel, waited for almost ten seconds, and said, "Did I wipe it?"

George Sheng still didn't answer, and Song Xi assumed it was his acquiescence.

Pulling the quilt to his waist, Song Xi untied the bathrobe belt and pulled the bathrobe to the sides. In the dim light, she saw a throbbing chest.

George Sheng is usually wrapped tightly. This is the first time Song Xi has spied his body. He is thin when he is dressed, and he knows the type of flesh when he is undressed. Year-round fitness makes his chest muscles full and stylish, and the ribs on both sides are special Hooking, plus the six pack abdominal muscles that are clearly visible when lying flat...

Song Xi couldn't help but pursed her lips. She admitted that there was still **** in the doctor's eyes.

After a brief conceit, Song Xi immediately forced herself to be more serious. George Sheng was like this, so she wouldn't take advantage of the patient.

The big towel was folded into three layers, and Song Xi helped George Sheng wipe his chest with the faint light from outside the door.

His body was hot, and there were obvious sweat marks on his neck and collarbone. Song Xi changed the towel twice in the middle. After wiping his chest, she whispered, "Can you turn over? I'll wipe your back for you."

George Sheng rolled over with the little remaining consciousness, but instead of turning his back to Song Xi, he was facing her. He had slept on the sidelines, turned his back, his arms fell at random and almost fell off the bed.

Song Xi's eyesight was quick, and he immediately took a step forward, raised his elbow, and stopped him with his body. The weight of his entire arm was in her palm. She knew that he was really sick.

With a towel on her shoulders, Song Xi helped George Sheng take off the bathrobe with both hands. Her hands were cold because they touched the cold water. George Sheng only felt that the place she touched was very comfortable, and she wanted to change it inexplicably. More touches.

He pulled out one of his arms and exposed his back. Song Xi held a towel and bent over to help him wipe his back. In the middle, George Sheng opened his eyes slightly. The nearest to him was Song Xi’s leg, sleeping in aqua blue silk. A piece of trousers and thighs were accidentally wetted because of washing a towel for him, and the color was darker than other areas.

George Sheng was very sick and had a splitting headache, but he knew in his heart that he knew who the person in front of him was and what she was doing.

Song Xi helped him wipe his back, slowly supported him, and flattened him. George Sheng had closed his eyes at this time, and Song Xi also took off the sleeve of the bathrobe on his other arm to wipe off his sweat.

At this point, George Sheng's upper body was completely naked.

Temporarily help him cover the quilt, Song Xi went to the closet to help him get his clean clothes, and opened the door of the cabinet. The inside was all black. She looked for a long time and saw which column was folded black half sleeves.

After pulling one out, Song Xi turned back to the bed, opened the quilt, and said softly: "Change your clothes, don't get the bed sheet wet."

George Sheng didn’t open his eyes. In fact, he knew that Song Xi was waiting for him to put on clothes. First, he put his head in, then raised his arms and stuffed them one by one. All of these were okay. The most difficult part was his back, Song. Xi tried to pull him up by her own strength, but he was so heavy, her old waist was hurting, and she didn't pull.

"George Sheng, if you move, I will help you put on your clothes."

Song Xi sat on the edge of the bed, her voice faint and her whole body hot.

George Sheng was smiling in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, and he kept silent on purpose.

Song Xi wiped her forehead, and after tossing for a while, she was sweating.

Frowning lightly, she said in an unrecognizable complaint and threatening voice: "In this case, I can only call for ingots."

George Sheng's face was cold, his nose and lips pressed into a line.

Song Xi rested for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at the frail person on the bed again. The shirt was halfway through, only stuck in the scapula. It seemed funny, like wearing a scarf.

Unable to hold back one, Song Xi laughed lightly.

George Sheng didn't know what was going on, when suddenly he heard her sitting beside him and laughing, normal people would feel that the hair was creepy.

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

He is a person with very good night vision, so it is easy to see the expression on Song Xi's face. She smiled so happily.

On the contrary, Song Xi took a long time to realize that George Sheng opened his eyes and hurriedly said: "Can I sit up? I will help you dress."

George Sheng replied in a deep voice, "If I can sit up, do I need your help?"

Song Xi wanted to roll his eyes. He was so virtuous and his mouth was so bad that he deserved to be uncomfortable.

Thinking like this in her heart, Song Xi gently curled her lips: "Then I can give you a hand, can you get up?"

She didn't roll her eyes at him. George Sheng gave her a blank look without hesitation. Seeing him closing his eyes again, Song Xi wondered for a while, and asked what he meant. Did she say something wrong?

Ten seconds later, Song Xi was going to be self-reliant, grabbing George Sheng's wrists on both sides with both hands. Before he could use any force, he heard a low and angrily voice: "Let go."

He was in pain all over, and she tossed his bones, for fear that he would not die?

He would never just think about these words if he had the strength.

With his eyes closed, George Sheng ordered: "lift my shoulders."

The corner of Song Xi's mouth twitched, loosened her wrists, raised her hips, bent over and put her hands under George Sheng's shoulders, and pulled them up.

George Sheng knew how much strength she had, and he wouldn't really embarrass her, but he himself was indeed very uncomfortable, so he raised an arm, wrapped her neck around her, and lifted it up with strength.

Song Xi didn't expect George Sheng to do such a move. He was unprepared for a while, and the body that was pulled by him sank. In an instant, the two of them were almost face-to-face, but for a moment, she immediately lifted him up. , Pull down the T-shirt with both hands.

With just such a simple movement and a few seconds of effort, Song Xi flattened George Sheng and got up and walked to the coffee table.

He heard her looking for medicine, but he didn't see her face flushed.

Song Xi's heart beat like a drum, and his mind was filled with the scene where the two were almost face to face at the moment. He was hot and his breathing was hot. She must have been heated by the temperature of his body.

Holding the medicine, Song Xi went back to the bed, unscrewed a bottle of water and said, "You have to take the medicine first, and I will go down and make something for you."

George Sheng cooperated and took the medicine by himself.

Song Xi stepped out, and George Sheng was lying on the bed alone. It may be the cause of his illness. His heartbeat was faster than usual, like a heart attack, thumping.

When Song Xi was there, he didn't realize that there was something. Now that she is not here, he starts to remember the clips of her helping him to wipe his body and helping him get up.

Her hands are cold, slippery, and soft, and feel comfortable everywhere, just like his upper body, very relaxed...

Thinking of this, George Sheng realized that his lower body was so hot, he endured the soreness and stretched out his hand. Not long after, he pulled out a whole bathrobe from under the quilt.

Throwing angrily on the ground, George Sheng really wanted to call Song Xi back to curse him. Isn't his lower body his?

All sweat!