Life With You

Although George Sheng doesn't like to take the initiative, he is not a person who 'just waits to be killed'. She has bullied her right to the doorstep. If he doesn't respond, he deserves to be miserable alone.

Song Xizheng seemed to be concentrating on blow-drying his hair. George Sheng leaned back two inches without any trace. Song Xi stretched out her hand and could still reach it without moving. However, as soon as she stretched out her hand, George Sheng's head After stepping back a little, she lowered her gaze and asked, Is it hot?

George Sheng opened his thin lips: I'm tired of sitting.

After that, he simply propped his body back with his arms and was half a meter away from her in an instant.

Song Xi didn't change his clothes when he came back, and he couldn't go to bed with his pants on. The only thing he could do was to lean forward as much as possible and put the hair dryer closer to him. George Sheng's legs were already supported by a man, and now Song Xi Unknowingly, she stood between his legs and accidentally met his meaningful black eyes. Song Xi instantly guessed that he did it on purpose.

Are you teasing her on purpose?

Song Xi suddenly raised one leg, knelt on the edge of the bed between George Sheng's legs, leaned forward, and helped him dry his hair without changing his expression.

No matter what the posture is, what remains unchanged is the desire to seduce. George Sheng's hair was short and it was almost done in less than a minute. Song Xi turned off the hair dryer and said, Okay.

She gestured to retreat, but George Sheng raised his hand and hooked the back of her neck, pulling her down directly. Song Xi lay on the soft black bathrobe, only one hand away from George Sheng's face.

When he was on the sofa downstairs, she could clearly feel the strong oppression on his body, forcing her to hide under his figure. But at this moment, she was getting up and down from him, and his handsome face was obscured because the light above his head was blocked by her. Looking at him from this angle, it seemed that his body no longer had the intimidating aura of violence, and only the beautiful skin that made people excited remained.

Picturesque eyebrows can also be used on men. Eyebrows that are darker than hair color, long eyelashes that almost block the gaze, a pair of enchanting eyes, and under the high bridge of the nose, is the thin but stylish lips valve.

Song Xi's eyes moved uncontrollably from top to bottom, and finally settled on his lips. She thought that her intention was obvious enough, and George Sheng would take the initiative to kiss her, but as time passed by, he was like this She lay quietly, but she couldn't bear it and wanted to kiss him.

George Sheng looked at her lazily, not believing that she was so determined. Sure enough, after a moment of silent tugging, Song Xi slowly lowered her head. He thought she was going to kiss her directly, but in the end she just pressed her forehead against his. , the tip of the nose is touching the tip of the nose, and the four lips are always separated by a distance that can feel each other's temperature.

George Sheng's mind was blank for two seconds, and finally he had a flash of inspiration. He felt that this scene seemed familiar. He also used this method to tease her in the kitchen downstairs a few days ago. Whoever couldn't help it first would move first. Unexpectedly...she actually... He was so quick to retaliate in the same way.

Song Xi was particularly bad. He deliberately spoke from such a distance: Your forehead feels cold. Are you uncomfortable?

Her lips opened and closed, almost touching George Sheng's.

George Sheng remained calm and opened his thin lips: I took a cold shower.

Song Xi said: Why take a cold shower in this weather?

George Sheng said: Putting out fires, doing too much is not good for your health.

Blood rushed to Song Xi's face. He knew it instantly, but he still said in a funny way: I don't even understand what you are saying.

George Sheng's voice was low: You don't have to understand, you can't feel this kind of pain anyway.

He was used to poking people's hearts at every opportunity. Song Xi originally wanted to tease him, but when he heard this, he felt that he was suffering and felt a little pitiful. If he teased him again, wouldn't it be adding insult to injury?

After a moment of silence, she said: Then I won't bother you anymore. Get up and eat.

As she spoke, she raised her head, but George Sheng clasped the back of her neck with his big hand and replied in a low voice: You've been bothering me for so long and you just want to leave?

The manly smell that hit her face was mixed with the aura of imminent danger. Song Xi had already guessed what would happen next, her cheeks were hot, and she whispered: Then what do you want?

George Sheng's low voice was full of temptation: Kiss me.

Song Xi's head was pounding, and his whole body felt like electricity. He couldn't tell whether it hurt or itched.

A person must know how to advance and retreat. After teasing him for so long, she had no intention of retreating. Closing her eyes, Song Xi took the initiative to kiss George Sheng's lips. He lay motionless, and he was not as strong as before. Quiet like a sleeping beast.

Song Xi knew what he meant. He planned to hand over the initiative to her. This time he was the one enjoying the service.

She was in a good mood today and didn't care too much about him. Song Xi had never been a shy person. Since he wanted to be flirted with, there was no reason why she shouldn't fight.

Four lips connected, Song Xi followed George Sheng's steps, from light to heavy, from the outside to the inside, kissing every place carefully, including prying his lips and teeth open with the tip of her tongue. Although she was embarrassed, she didn't want to Be willing to admit defeat.

In less than ten seconds, George Sheng couldn't help but respond to her. From the gentle breeze to the strong wind and rain, Song Xi lost the initiative without paying attention. However, when she reacted, she immediately kissed him back more fiercely. , George Sheng's stubbornness that refused to admit defeat stimulated him to twist and press her under him, and put his hand into her clothes along the hem.

Because she was too engrossed, Song Xi didn't respond for a while, until George Sheng's hand covered her chest through her underwear. Song Xi opened her eyes in a panic and raised her hand to hold his arm.

George Sheng also opened his eyes. His whole body was feeling warm, and her chest was rising and falling obviously.

After a long moment of silence, the two of them tacitly understood that it was not the time yet, so they could only let the impulse slowly recede.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Xi spoke first and said, Have you taken advantage of me enough?

George Sheng stared at her, his hand under her clothes slowly slid down, and his fingers swept over the soft flesh of her waist, making her scalp numb.

He turned over and lay aside. Song Xi sat up and smoothed her hair pretending to be calm: Go down and eat. I'm going to starve to death.

George Sheng said, You go first.

She asked: What about you?

He said: I'll be with you in a moment.

Song Xi left George Sheng's room and walked to the third floor. She reached out and touched her cheek. It was hot. She went back to the room and took a shower and changed into pajamas. When she went downstairs again, George Sheng hadn't come out yet. After she went in, she heard There was the sound of running water in the bathroom. Standing at the door of the bathroom, Song Xi asked loudly, Aren't you finished washing yet?

After a few seconds, George Sheng's deep voice came: Don't wait for me, go and eat first.

His bathroom was very big, and his voice had a faint sense of emptiness. Song Xi thought of what he said about putting out the fire before, and an indescribable picture appeared in his mind.

That night, neither of them ate the noodles. She was waiting for him downstairs. He came down more than forty minutes ago and the noodles were already inedible. She made two more bowls of pimple soup. There were two bowls of pimple soup in George Sheng's bowl. Eggs, this is her silent compensation.