Life With You

After Song Xi took medicine for George Sheng, she immediately ran downstairs to cook porridge. She wanted to make a few appetizers, but later checked it with her mobile phone. Forget it, she was afraid that George Sheng would be sick if she could not do it well.

After cooking the porridge, Song Xi went to the second floor again. The master bedroom on the second floor was not closed. She walked in and saw the bathrobe on the carpet beside the bed. George Sheng was lying on his side, with the quilt covering half of his face from his feet. .

When he came to the bed, picked up the bathrobe, Song Xi asked softly: "How are you?"

George Sheng did not respond, Song Xi stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, sweating again.

Pulling the quilt down for him, Song Xi said, "Are you cold?"

George Sheng said ‘um’ this time.

He was originally hot, but after she left, he lifted the quilt to dry, but within two minutes, he suddenly felt cold all over.

He was wrapped in the quilt, and he couldn't tell whether he was cold or hot.

Song Xi knew how uncomfortable it was to have a fever. He did not go to the hospital all the time. She could only ask: "Where is the quilt?"

George Sheng closed his eyes, frowned and replied: "Find it yourself."

Song Xi got up and looked around in his room but didn't find it. Seeing that he was still chilling, she had to go upstairs and hug her quilt down. Both quilts were pressed on him.

After washing the towel, Song Xi wiped George Sheng's face in the dark.

In about ten minutes, George Sheng's body began to be hot, unable to cover the quilt, and he raised his hand to open it.

Upon seeing this, Song Xi said while pressing down, "Don't stir, I will wipe your sweat, or you will catch a cold."

The towel was prepared long ago. Song Xi helped George Sheng get off a quilt, then put his arm directly into his quilt, touched the hem of his T-shirt, and lifted it up without a word.

All the wiping actions are done inside the quilt. After wiping the front, Song Xi said, "Turn over."

George Sheng was about to die of uncomfortable death, and was called upon by her to lose his temper, but he didn't even have the strength to lose his temper, so he could only rely on it.

When he got down, Song Xi lifted the clothes behind his back, his back was all wet with sweat, and he felt slippery.

Song Xi wiped him clean before and after, regardless of whether he was comfortable, he forcibly took off his T-shirt.

As soon as she got up, George Sheng, who was lying on the bed, suddenly said, "Isn't the lower body mine?"

In the quiet room, he suddenly spoke. Song Xi was shocked at first. He stood there, half a beat back to his senses, staring at the back of his head and said, "You sweat underneath too?"

nonsense!

George took a deep breath, unable to find a fatal blow for a moment, only silence.

Song Xi felt George Sheng's tolerance and the inexplicable dangerous factors in the air, and took the initiative: "Wait for me to wash off the towel, and wipe it for you immediately."

Carrying a semi-wet bathrobe and a fully wet T-shirt into the bathroom, Song Xi was washing the towels, and later realized that she took care of him with a kind heart, so she treated her as a maid?

Wringing out the towel, Song Xi looked up and saw herself in the mirror, curled her mouth, and her mother was full of buns.

God knows she has never served anyone, she is a doctor and not a nurse.

He walked out of the bathroom with a towel, and saw the faint figure beside the bed. Song Xi immediately felt softened again. Hey, the patient, just be hypocritical. She is a normal person and doesn't know him.

When he came to the bed, Song Xi first took George Sheng's arm outside the quilt. George Sheng was so hot that he frowned impatiently.

Song Xi said, "Wait when I finish rubbing your legs, I will help you dress."

When George Sheng heard this, he barely did not fight her.

Standing in the back half of the big bed, Song Xi raised the quilt with one hand, and stretched it in with the towel in the other. She was just a little bit embarrassed to wipe her upper body. Then she wiped her lower body. Sorry.

She tried not to touch George Sheng’s leg directly. There was always a towel between her hand and his leg. She wiped the half of George Sheng’s thigh at the top, for fear of accidentally touching something that shouldn’t be touched. Only look in through the gap to see which section of his underwear is.

Don't look at the fear of causing troubles, but when I saw it, I felt that something was going to happen. Song Xi felt irritated, and his whole body seemed to be burning up, and his head was full of the edges of his white underwear.

See no evil, don't see evil, Song Xi almost chanted the Great Compassion Mantra in his heart.

After wiping his legs, Song Xi's head was sweaty, and he went to the bathroom to wash his face. George Sheng said again, "I'm sweating on my upper body."

Song Xi's mouth is quicker than his brain, and he responds first: "Okay, I'll wipe it for you."

Going to the bathroom to wash the towels, she didn't have time to wash her face, and immediately turned back to help George Sheng wipe his upper body.

After wiping his upper body, Song Xi took the clean T-shirt that was set aside and made it the same way, hedging his head first, and then tucked his arms.

With clothes stuck above the shoulders, Song Xi whispered, "Get up."

George Sheng closed his eyes and raised his arms. Song Xi wrapped his arms around his neck, as if already familiar with the road, leading him back up.

In this posture, the distance between the two is bound to narrow. When she tidied up the T-shirt for him empty-handed, George Sheng's thin lips opened, and her voice softly said, "Have you caught a cold?"

"what?"

Song Xi opened her eyes, but she was embarrassed to look at his face, and only told herself to concentrate, but his back was a bit damp, and the T-shirt was not easy to stretch for a while.

George Sheng said, "You are sweating."

He put his arm on her neck and felt a wet, lubricated skin on her skin.

Song Xi has a guilty conscience. After all, when she sweats the most, it's because of seeing his underwear.

So she denied it: "I didn't sweat, it's your sweat."

The T-shirt was finally fixed, and Song Xi quickly helped him to lie down.

George Sheng's first sentence after lying down was: "Don't infect me if you have a cold."

Hearing this, Song Xi's blood pressure almost rose, and immediately raised her eyebrows and replied: "Brother, who are we infecting whom?"

George Sheng closed his eyes and replied calmly, "I just have a fever."

Song Xi wanted to throw the towel off his face. How could there be patients who were sick and uninviting?

She was sitting by the bed, unable to make an expression of hate, nor could she make an expression of laughter, she was really out of breath, and she didn't dare to do it.

After holding back for a long time, she couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "I haven't even taken care of my dad!"

George Sheng closed his eyes and replied: "I haven't taken care of my mother. Tell yourself, how many times shall I save you?"

When he said this, Song Xi suddenly had no grievances. After all, what he said was the truth.

But in three seconds, Song Xi's attitude was already 360 degrees, with a smile on his face, and asked in a slight tone: "Benefactor, do you want to wear pants?"

George Sheng didn't open his eyes, but was shocked by her voice and shivered.

With his very small movements, Song Xi immediately stroked his body through the quilt: "Oh, is it cold? Do you want to add a quilt?"

George Sheng finally couldn't stand it, and slowly opened his eyes, staring at her intently.

In the dim light, she couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could see her clearly.

A few seconds later, George Sheng's thin lips opened: "Do you think I don't beat women?"