Life With You

After finishing her expression, Song Xi closed her eyes, and gradually realized the feeling of drowsiness gradually rising. George Sheng didn't speak any more. After a while, Song Xi's breathing became calm.

Listening to Song Xi's breathing, George Sheng was envious from the very beginning, and then slowly became drowsy, and 80% of them were cold medicine.

Midway, Song Xi fell asleep and opened her eyes inexplicably. After a few seconds, she touched the phone on the coffee table and glanced at the time. At 3:58 in the morning, she squinted and looked towards the big bed. George Sheng slept on her side. Turning her back to her, her upper body was not covered with a quilt, revealing a black T-shirt and arms.

She immediately turned over, walked to the bed in slippers, and took a closer look with the phone. His back was all sweaty.

Go to the bathroom to wash the towels and come back to help him undress and wipe his body. During the period, George Sheng woke up a long time ago, but he never opened his eyes, let alone speaks. He only wondered that Song Xi did not immediately take the clothes from the closet after he wiped him completely. , But went out for a while, and when he came back, he walked over and put on his clothes.

The whole process took more than ten minutes. Song Xi made sure that the George Sheng fever had subsided, and then returned to the sofa to continue sleeping.

The summer in the north is very short. The cold is just a few rains. The lower the temperature in the early morning, George Sheng couldn't sleep and opened his eyes. He looked sideways at the direction of the sofa.

The blanket on Song Xi's body is summer. She shrank into a ball, wishing to bury her entire face in the blanket, it was obviously cold.

George Sheng watched for a while, rolled over and got out of the bed, then took a quilt and walked to the sofa, not to mention gentle, but gentle, and helped her cover it.

He stopped by and went to the bathroom. He was uncomfortable when he had a fever. He fell asleep immediately after eating. Now he couldn't bear to brush his teeth. When he turned on the light, George Sheng walked to the sink and picked up the electric toothbrush. And toothpaste, as usual.

He is not narcissistic, and he doesn’t look in the mirror much on weekdays, but he is not blind after all. After all, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and didn’t notice anything in the first few seconds, but at a certain moment, he was holding a toothbrush. Suddenly, he stared at his body in the mirror...specifically, it was clothes.

He is used to wearing black. There is no other color in the closet except black, but he is clearly wearing a dark blue shirt with a low round neck and invisible buttons. There are no pockets or extra designs on his body. It is simple and simple. The way he likes it.

George Sheng remembered that Song Xi had buttoned his clothes for a long time when he dressed him. At that time, he felt strange that she didn't use so many T-shirts in his cabinet. What kind of buttoned clothes should he wear?

It turned out that she bought him.

Suddenly receiving a gift and already wearing it, George Sheng was also a little stunned, and looked in the mirror blankly for a long while.

After brushing his teeth, he took another shower before coming out of the bathroom. Song Xi was still sleeping, covered with an extra layer of quilt. She slept soundly and warmly.

When she opened her eyes again, Song Xi’s mobile phone alarm rang. She slept late and slept deeply. George Sheng had been listening for no less than ten seconds, and she opened her eyes with hindsight and stretched out one from the quilt. Take it by hand.

Turning off the alarm clock, Song Xi was nestled in the warm bed. She only felt that she didn't want to get up. She could sleep for another ten hours, but she could only think about it, and she still had to get up.

Lifting the quilt, she was about to get up, and suddenly saw that there was a blanket inside the quilt. Song Xi paused, thinking that when she slept last night, she only had the blanket on her body, and the quilt was not hers, so she turned her head to look over the bed. , George Sheng turned his back to her, covered with her quilt.

Song Xi is a person who is very easy to be warmed up, especially George Sheng's ‘low starting point’. He knew that putting her under a quilt was enough for her to be moved, and it was worthwhile to take care of him last night.

Forgetting his light sleep, Song Xi saw that he was not moving and thought he was sleeping, so when she got up, she walked to the bed lightly, and she saw George Sheng's exposed arm. He was still wearing that dark blue shirt. From Song Xi's point of view, half of his sleeping face can be seen.

I have to say that this man is too good-looking, he is the kind of person Han Chunmeng said, who can't help but be fascinated by the scum.

When he is used to wearing black, he can wear black as the'George Sheng's color', as if he has his mark on him. His symbol is born and natural. He didn't expect him to look so good in dark blue, less indifferent and pure than black, but more soft and abstinent.

People who are too cold make it too difficult to approach, and now there is a little more human breath, but it makes people feel heartbroken.

Song Xi was standing by the bed, looking straight at George Sheng. The more he looked, the more he realized that there was no lack of color on his face, and it would not be an exaggeration to say a word of perfection.

Looking at it, Song Xi gradually couldn't help but wanted to do it.

There is no way, it is also human instinct to be upset.

Song Xi wanted to touch George Sheng's head, just as a test of her temperature. She was a doctor, and the doctor's parents... but she didn't want to touch it. Seeing that there was no sweat on his forehead, his face was normal, his breathing was steady, and he made it clear. It's much better, she can't do whatever she wants because of her own desires, and she has to be restrained.

After watching for a few seconds at the end, Song Xi put away her admiring gaze, turned and walked out, hearing the sound of her leaving, someone lying on the bed slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were clear.

He heard Song Xi coming, and he also knew that she had been standing by the bed for half a minute, but she didn't do anything, said nothing, and just left. He just wanted to open his eyes several times, but he opened his eyes. Say something?

Knowing Song Xi for so long, this is the first time George Sheng feels embarrassed and wants to hide from her.

Song Xi went back to the room to clean up. Before leaving, he took the cheese bread and sweet milk and put them by George Sheng's bed, and also prepared cold medicine.

Going to the hospital was a busy morning. Song Xi came out of the operating room at noon. The first thing was to send a text message to George Sheng: Is it better?

Two minutes later, Song Xi received a reply with only one word: Um.

Song Xi said: To eat, take two cold medicines to consolidate.

Half a minute later, George Sheng called. Song Xi was about to go to the cafeteria with Han Chunmeng for dinner. Seeing the word ‘S’ on the screen, she went to the side to connect.

"Hey?"

George Sheng's voice came from the phone: "Is there anyone putting a shirt on the patient to sleep? I said why I have been uncomfortable."

Song Xi instinctively curled the corners of her lips and replied: "If I don’t wear it to you while I’m sick, would you wear it? I said before that the color will change the mood, and the quality of sleep can be changed through the mood. Has your mood improved?"

George Sheng said indifferently: "No."

Song Xi pouted slightly: "It is normal that the effect is not obvious right after wearing it. You look at it more. Don't you think you look better in blue than black?"

George Sheng said, "I don't think so."

He didn't eat hard and soft, Song Xi simply said: "You wear a face once, anyway, it is the first dress I give you."

Song Xi couldn't see the expression on George Sheng's face. After a while, he only heard him say: "It's for the sake of repaying you to give you a face."