Life With You

When they came home, they were on the second floor and the third floor. Song Xi was called downstairs by George Sheng after taking a bath. She was wearing a water-pink pajamas and pushed open the door. George Sheng had just taken a shower but was not in bed Lie down, but sit on the sofa and read a book.

He glanced at her sideways, raised his chin, motioned to the coloring book at the coffee table, and said lightly: "Draw it."

Song Ximei raised her eyes: "You told me to come down to paint?"

George Sheng's face was open: "Otherwise?"

Song Xi wanted to scold him, but fortunately she chose a beautiful new pajamas to put on.

In the space where she was hesitant, George Sheng had already raised his hand and patted the empty seat next to him. Song Xi's face was unhappy, but his body was very honest. He stepped up to him and sat down, opening the coloring book without saying anything, and pouting. The mouth looks like a kid who doesn't like to do homework.

In a quiet night, in a quiet room, Song Xi lay on the coffee table to color the petals. George Sheng sat next to her and read a book. It is hard for ordinary people to imagine. This is the way George Sheng falls in love. If you like her, you must always hold her. By your side.

Song Xi didn't pay attention to coloring, and kept complaining from the bottom of her heart. What is it, imitating the imitation of the old man farming and the female weaving, or the qinseheming? This album was originally bought for him to pass the time, but now it has become a tool for her to kill time. The key is George Sheng sitting next to her. She is very restless and always happy. Fortunately, the coloring is not really asking her to paint, otherwise She had to draw him a set of scalpels.

George Sheng leaned on the back of the sofa, his eyes moved from the book long ago to her, looking at her soft black hair and slender figure, he could not see what was written in the book, he just wanted to pull her over and press on Behind her, she took some mercy, but Song Xi’s temper, even if he kissed, she couldn’t let him go to the next step. If he acted too eagerly, she would only feel more insecure, or he would be more insecure. This feeling is not valued.

He doesn’t believe that she doesn’t want it, it’s just that the woman is thin-skinned. He has to take the initiative and not be impulsive in this matter. This must be done properly. To put it bluntly, this is a match of wits and courage, and at the same time a test of the patience of both sides. If you want to win, you must use some means.

For example, let her see but can't touch, let her scratch her heart and lungs, scratch her ears and cheeks, and when she can't wait, he will give her another step, then she will step down naturally.

So now, I can’t rush, I can’t rush.

Song Xi thought that George Sheng was pure-hearted and low-spirited, and she secretly laughed at her smoky air. If she knew that he was doing her own routine, she would regret not playing tricks with him.

After staying in his room for an hour, Song Xi gradually became sleepy and couldn't open her eyes. She almost knocked on the table several times. These George Sheng looked in her eyes, and her heart was funny.

She was confused, blacking a delicate rose, and suddenly a familiar low male voice came in her ear: "Sleepy?"

The sound was too close, and Song Xi was startled. He instinctively turned his head to look, but before seeing his face clearly, George Sheng had already moved forward and kissed her lips.

After a deep and lingering kiss, Song Xi closed her eyes and floated all over, about to fall asleep. George Sheng hugged her and asked softly: "Sleep with me?"

Song Xi didn't open his eyes, but shook his head clearly.

George Sheng was not surprised. He knew that she was a difficult master. He held her back with one hand and crossed the knees with the other. He stood up and hugged her sideways.

Song Xi nestled in his arms, enjoying the service comfortably, George Sheng sent her to the third floor and put her on the bed. In the dark, he looked like a torch, and slowly lowered his head to kiss her. He thought it was just a tasteful goodnight kiss, but the moment his lips touched, he kissed deeper and deeper...

When Song Xi clearly felt that his breathing was low and his body was about to press up, she opened her eyes, put her hand on his shoulder, and slightly pushed him away.

"Quickly go back to sleep." In the room with no lights, her voice sounded soft at first, but she could not hold her beak.

Song Xi couldn't see the expression on George Sheng's face at all. He remained motionless for five seconds before he lifted his tall body and said: "Go to sleep, I'm leaving."

"OK, good night."

Song Xi watched the vague figure leave. When the door closed, she curled up under the quilt, recalling the kiss just now, the temperature of George Sheng's body and the smell of her body.

At the age of twenty-six, I’m ‘advanced’, and I already understand everything that should be understood, and everything that shouldn’t be understood. That sentence is good, and he says no, but his body is honest.

Song Xi is not a fake reserve. It's just that she and George Sheng only have a showdown for a few days. She always feels too fast to sleep together like this. The key point is that she hasn't thought about the things after the two have determined their relationship, such as how to tell Song Yuanqing .

In addition, women will feel that things that men get too quickly are often not cherished by the other party. Song Xi really likes George Sheng, so he will inevitably be imprisoned by these thoughts.

With a lot of scruples, she decided that Song Xi must be strangled right now, but she is also a human, and there is a need if she is a human. When George Sheng has been so hard-working, she is destined to sleep well this night.

Downstairs, George Sheng also had a hard time. This unseen taste is like a double-edged sword, not only Zha Songxi, but also him.

Song Xi woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. He didn't expect Han Chunmeng to call her at three o'clock in the morning. Song Xi felt bad if she didn't answer the phone. Something urgent must have happened when she called during this time.

Soon after, Song Xi asked, "Damene, what's the matter?"

Han Chunmeng was obviously worried and an impatient voice came: "Xiao Xi, Dong Xu hasn't come back yet. I called him and texted him and didn't answer it. He turned off suddenly just now. Could something happen to him? "

Song Xi frowned and asked, "Didn't he tell you to work overtime in the game?"

Han Chunmeng said: "No, I was fine when I was taken to the hospital yesterday morning. He also said that I would come back in the evening and let me cook for him, but I couldn't get in touch at noon..."

She talked a lot, and the more she talked, the more anxious she became. Song Xi could understand Han Chunmeng's feelings. After all, besides friendship, there is more love now. It's not urgent, she won't call in late night.

"Don't worry, I will think of a way, you wait for my call."

"okay."

Han Chunmeng is accustomed to calling Song Xi when he has no idea, because Song Xi will find a way to solve the big problem.

After hanging up the phone, Song Xi sat by the bed and called Gu Dongxu. Without exception, Gu Dongxu had turned off the phone. Song Xi did not hesitate and ran downstairs in slippers.

Standing in front of George Sheng's room, Song Xi knocked on the door first. She knew that George Sheng would wake up soon after sleeping lightly.

Sure enough, George Sheng came out to open the door and looked at her and said, "What's wrong?"

Song Xi looked up and said, "Can you ask someone to find out where Dongxu is? Da Mengmeng just called me, and Dongxu hasn't been home until now. The key is that I can't get in touch from noon."