Life With You

Song Xi's sleep quality has always been something that George Sheng was jealous of but couldn't get. Less than ten minutes after lying down, her breathing gradually stabilized, and she was obviously asleep. In the darkness, he opened his eyes and looked at the heart that was close at hand. After a few seconds, Roux raised his head slightly, pulled the pillow next to her, and moved his whole body forward twenty centimeters, so that he was face to face with her, and the tips of his noses were almost touching.

The warm breath she exhaled hit his face, and he stared at her without blinking. The more he realized that what he had said before was too full, what did he mean by not touching her, and promising not to force her? This was asking for sin. by.

He really wanted to execute her on the spot, but looking at her calm and relaxed face while sleeping, he couldn't bear it. She believed in him so much, how could he have the nerve to waste this trust?

Sigh... Sighing silently in his heart, George Sheng comforted himself secretly. She would be his meal sooner or later, so why should he be in a hurry? What's more, she still has concerns in her heart and doesn't want to hand over herself too early. The more urgent he is, the more wary she becomes.

Take your time, he wants her to become his woman willingly.

The Adam's apple moved slightly, George Sheng raised his chin, and kissed Song Xi's lips gently, the familiar softness, although looking at the plum blossoms to quench his thirst, was better than nothing.

Qixi, who was curled up and sleeping on the cat stand, opened his eyes at some point and had been staring at George Sheng for a long time. It couldn't bear it anymore. It jumped up and flew directly from the cat stand to the bed two meters away. It landed on its four paws silently. ring.

George Sheng was kissing Song Xi, and the hand under the quilt was about to lift up to wrap around her waist. Suddenly something stepped on his head. He was instantly alert and his body tensed up. Just when he was about to react, he took a closer look and saw that it was Song Xi’s cat.

Qixi squeezed in between the two of them and swept his face with her tail. George Sheng didn't like cats very much, not to mention that it was so close to him. He could only hide back. Qixi acted as if there was no one around and lay between the pillows of the two of them. Perfectly separated George Sheng and Song Xi.

George Sheng's face was expressionless, and he couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. He originally thought that only dogs would be jealous, but he didn't expect cats to have this kind of virtue.

Just keep them apart. George Sheng was still holding Song Xi's hand under the quilt. When the sky was dark, George Sheng also squinted for a while, but he was sleeping lightly. When Coke touched him, he immediately opened his eyes. Opening his eyes, he nestled precisely in front of Song Xi under the quilt. The two cats, one outside and one inside, were guarding him tightly, not giving him the slightest chance.

George Sheng has lived for twenty-seven years, and this is the first time he has shared a bed with two cats, and the first time he has been blatantly provoked by two cats. The key is that he is still helpless. It depends on the owner to take care of the cats. Song Xi treasures them It looks like something, what can he do?

Hey, thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west of the river, the situation has changed, and this time he has experienced what it means to have to bow your head when you are under the eaves.

When the alarm clock rang in the morning, Song Xi instinctively squinted and touched the bedside table next to her. But when she stretched out her hand, she touched someone's chin instead of a mobile phone. She was startled. She opened her eyes in shock, only to see someone lying next to her. With a familiar handsome face, George Sheng was already awake and staring at her with a pair of deep black pupils.

Song Xi stared at him for a few seconds. Not far away, the phone kept ringing. Finally, George Sheng stretched out his long arm, took the phone over and turned off the alarm clock.

Have you slept well? he asked in a low voice.

Song Xi's heart beat wildly as soon as she opened her eyes. She tried her best to conceal her turbulent emotions, nodded and replied, It's good. How about you?

George Sheng said 'hmm', turned sideways, and looked at her intently.

Song Xi felt embarrassed by him and whispered: I'm about to get up, are you still sleeping?

George Sheng raised an arm to hold up the quilt, intending to hug her. Song Xi lowered her gaze, said nothing, and moved forward into his arms.

The two hugged each other tightly. Song Xi could clearly feel the burning heat on his body, and George Sheng could also clearly feel the fullness and softness of her chest through two thin layers of pajamas.

Things that she wanted to do but failed to do at night were easy to do during the day. Song Xi was in his arms. Within a moment, she could clearly feel the physical changes in his lower abdomen, which became more and more terrifying every second.

Screaming back, Song Xi even wrapped himself in a quilt and said angrily: What are you doing?

George Sheng didn't move, and replied without changing his face or heartbeat: This is a physiological reaction, I can't control it.

When Song Xi heard this, his cheeks became more and more rosy, he furrowed his beautiful brows, and lowered his voice. He couldn't tell whether he was feeling distressed or complaining: I told you to sleep down there. It would save you the suffering here.

George Sheng said: Just get used to it.

Song Xi couldn't tell for a while whether he meant he was used to it or he was telling her to get used to it.

The two stared at each other for a while, then George Sheng opened his thin lips and asked proactively: Aren't you going to pick someone up?

After hearing this, Song Xi realized what he was doing, quickly turned over and sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

She wore a set of white pajamas and no underwear, and her upper body swayed when she stood up. George Sheng felt that his sanity was a little broken for a moment, and he quickly looked away to divert his attention.

Song Xi walked to the bathroom and said, My schedule is very full today. If you need anything, call me, but I can't guarantee that I will be available.

George Sheng was lying on her bed, with her warmth still in the quilt. He tried to calm down the turmoil in his heart, and after a few seconds he said, I'll take you to the airport.

Song Xi said: No, you are busy with your business, I will drive there myself.

She ducked into the bathroom. George Sheng wanted to smoke a cigarette and raised his hand to touch the bedside table out of habit. But halfway, he thought that this was her room. It seemed that he was really obsessed with sex and confused.

Song Xi finished cleaning up and came out. George Sheng was no longer there. She changed her clothes and went downstairs to find him. He was taking a shower in the bathroom.

She stood at the door and said, I'm leaving first.

No one answered the door, so Song Xi took another step forward and knocked on the door: Mao Tousheng, I'm leaving.

As the words fell, the bathroom door handle suddenly pressed down. Before Song Xi had time to react, the next second, the door opened from the inside, accompanied by thick steam, and in front of him was a tall figure with a bare upper body and a white bath towel around his waist.

Song Xi was shocked, but her first reaction was to stare in front of him. When she was seventeen or eighteen years old, she always looked at his face superficially. Now at the age of twenty-six or seventeen, she has reached the stage where she also needs to look at her figure when looking at her face. .

George Sheng has broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He not only has abdominal muscles, but also has sharp shark muscles on both sides of the ribs. Coupled with his cold but charming handsome face, four words can describe Song Xi's mood at this moment. Can’t stop!

The sound of running water came from the door. George Sheng hadn't finished taking a bath yet, but he impatiently pulled Song Xi over. After all, he rubbed his ears and temples together for a while before he was willing to let her go.

Song Xi still didn't calm down completely until she left the house. Sitting in the car, she reached out and patted her face in an attempt to wake herself up. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw that all the lipstick on her mouth had been eaten away by him. Had to make it up again.

Before driving out of the house, Song Xi still lamented in her heart that if she continued like this, there was no guarantee that she or George Sheng would die of blood first.