Life With You

There are tools for snow removal in the warehouse. It took George Sheng five minutes to gather the snow in half of the yard. During this time, Song Xi squatted aside and concentrated on the snowball. She had already made an appointment with George Sheng. Everyone makes one to see whose beauty is.

Song Xi just squeezed a palm-sized snowball, and when he got rich, he ran over and wagged his tail. Seeing that she wanted to eat, Song Xi's lips twitched, showing a smirk, got up and threw the snowball out, and ran forward with the fortune. However, the snowball fell in the snow and immediately dispersed and merged into one body. Fa Cai saw the ball with his own eyes and fell here, but when it ran past, the claws had been scratched for a long time and there was nothing.

Song Xi laughed. The same drama walked and made fortune seven or eight times, and he was so angry that he couldn't help but bark.

In the winter night, the white light from the street lights in the courtyard illuminates the snow on the ground more transparently and purely. After Song Xi had enough to get rich, he turned to look at George Sheng, who had been silent for a long time.

At this moment, he was standing in front of a rectangular snow block at the same height as her, holding a tool in his hand, trying to compact the snow as much as possible.

Song Xi was surprised, beautiful eyes provoked, and asked aloud: "What are you doing?"

George Sheng said without looking back, "Be your own, don't peek at me."

Song Xi exhaled white air, glanced at him and said, "Who is rare to copy."

Turning back, she squatted down and re-snowballed, but wanted to steal the teacher and learn art, but she couldn't understand what he was doing, okay?

It was quiet in the middle of the night, with only the occasional faint sound when getting rich and running between the two. Song Xi spent a long time playing a ball the size of a hot pot. Looking left and right, it was quite round. She was very satisfied.

This is George Sheng's ‘body’, and she’s just going to be big.

The small **** are also good. The big **** stack the small balls. Although they haven't been dressed up yet, they have already revealed what Song Xi thinks of a snowman. She picked up the two **** and turned around to find George Sheng to show off, but she turned around. The latter raised his head and froze decisively.

Two meters away, George Sheng was standing in front of a graceful snowman with long hair and a shawl, wearing a skirt, and folded his arms in front of him. He was holding tools to shape the snowman's face.

I have seen ice sculptures, and never seen snow sculptures so close. Song Xi didn't blink and stepped forward. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never believe that a snowman of this level would appear in her yard.

George Sheng turned his head slightly and caught a glimpse of the snowman in Song Xi's arms, and asked indifferently, "Where is your snowman?"

Song Xi bowed her head and replied loudly, "This is it."

George Sheng said, "I thought you made two mines."

Song Xi pressed her beautiful lips and felt so angry that her liver aches. She knew he was great, so she didn't have to harm her like this, right?

Stubbornly bent down and put two landmines... No, it was the snowman next to the princess's skirt. Song Xi went back to the kitchen to find all kinds of fruits and vegetables to dress her snowman beautifully.

Unconsciously, the two stayed outside for more than 40 minutes. When they returned, there was only one snowman princess who was the same height as Song Xi in the yard, and her skirt was as small as two mines, but she was better than her body. Colorful knight.

Song Xi was full before, but now after some tossing, his physical exertion is not small, his stomach feels better, and people are also sleepy.

Say hello to George Sheng, she went back to the third floor to take a bath and was ready to go to bed. Just lying on the bed, less than five minutes later, the phone rang. When she picked it up, George Sheng called.

"Hello?" She lay on her side, her voice already showing sleepiness.

George Sheng said, "I can't sleep."

Song Xi asked softly, "What should I do?"

George Sheng said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to pass the time. "

Song Xi was so sleepy that her eyes drooped, and she whispered, "It's too pitiful."

After a few seconds, George Sheng's deep voice came from the phone: "Can I go up?"

"Huh?" She closed her eyes just now, fragmenting for a second.

George Sheng said again: "I want to go up."

When Song Xi heard this, his sleepiness faded in an instant, his eyes were alert, and he asked tentatively: "Where are you going?"

George Sheng's voice was low but gentle: "Go to your room, you sleep with you, I will leave after reading a book."

Song Xi was completely sleepy, and opened a pair of big nervous or even helpless eyes, and paused for a few seconds before replying: "Are you here to read?"

George Sheng said, "If you don't want me to read, you can do other things."

His voice is too magnetic, and even a little bit of fascinating words makes people want to stop.

With a buzzing head, Song Xi was so nervous that she turned over and sat up, fully responding with 100% energy, and said: "Then you still don't come, I want to sleep, and I have to get up early tomorrow to pick up people at the airport.

George Sheng said: "If I don't touch you, I want to stay with you for a while."

The people he said were itchy and soft-hearted. Song Xi's mind was fighting between heaven and man. Starting from instinct, she should let him come up, but starting from reason, she should decisively dispel his thoughts. How many days should the two men stabbed? It’s no good to get to the last step so quickly.

Refusing too bluntly for fear of hurting his self-esteem, Song Xi said euphemistically: "You read the book downstairs. If it doesn't work, please fill in the color. We can meet again tomorrow."

George Sheng asked in a low voice, "Don't you miss me?"

Song Xi was all over, and whispered back: "I miss you, but you come up... I'm still afraid of you."

George Sheng knew what she was worried about, so he said concisely: "I said I won't touch you if I don't touch you. When have I not counted what I said?"

Song Xi fell into hesitation, but tangled for a few seconds, and then she replied: "Really, come up."

"Well, I'm hanging up."

I can hear that he is in a really good mood, and he usually doesn't say hello before hanging up.

Song Xi turned on the bedside lamp, covered her quilt from her feet to her chin, and opened her eyes to look at the direction of the door. Not long after, the door was pushed open from the outside, and George Sheng, in black home clothes, came over with a book in his hand.

Song Xi looked at him and took the initiative: "Can I hypnotize reading in my room?"

George Sheng walked towards her step by step, sat on the edge of the bed, and leaned down to kiss her without saying anything. Song Xi lazily closed her eyes and enjoyed the beauty he gave.

After ten seconds, George Sheng stopped first, raised his head, and said, "Go to sleep."

Song Xi asked: "How about you?"

George Sheng said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Song Xi asked again: "Where can I see it?"

George Sheng did not answer and asked, "Where do you think I will look?"

Song Xi looked at George Sheng's handsome face, covered with orange light, and she felt so soft-hearted that she couldn't bear to be more than one meter away from him. She decisively wrapped the quilt and moved in, vacating the bedside position, saying: "Sit here and watch."

George Sheng went to bed in slippers and leaned on the edge of the bed. Song Xi lay on his side, almost twenty centimeters away from him. She closed her eyes. She was serious about going to bed, but her eyes moved uncontrollably.

A few minutes later, Song Xi took the initiative to stretch out a hand from the quilt, and George Sheng's eyes fell on the book, but he immediately raised his hand to grab her hand and held it firmly in his palm.