Life With You

The two chatted for a while. George Sheng knew everything Song Xi did at the party, including her kicking Song Yuan out.

When Song Yuan was mentioned, Song Xi was furious and said with a face: I was really spoiled by her in the past. If I wasn't afraid that my father would be sad, I would have exposed her a long time ago!

This is how it is these days. Shameless people have no fear, but shameless people are restrained everywhere.

George Sheng said calmly: Don't worry about it.

Song Xi pillowed one of his arms and turned her head when she heard the words: How are you going to deal with her? Although I hate her very much, I can't really find someone to beat her up. Besides, she is such a bad person. Go ahead, treat the symptoms but not the root cause, so I’m a bit helpless with her.”

Just like a toad does not bite but responds to others.

George Sheng still looked calm and relaxed, his thin lips parted: I specialize in treating ill-minded people.

Not to mention that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as for George Sheng, when Song Xi was at the worst with him in the past, she would honestly praise him for his good looks. What's more, now, how do you like her and how do you like him? Watch how fascinated you are.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she said in a half-joking, half-serious tone: Song Yuan is like a brat in front of you. She can't even count the worst.

George Sheng turned his eyes, and his lazy and confusing eyes fell on Song Xi's face: I help you, you scold me.

Song Xi hurriedly put on a flattering face that was obviously not caring, and said with a smile: How can you? I'm complimenting you, what's wrong with being bad? If a man is not bad and a woman doesn't love him, I just like your bad side.

Excluding the quarrel with Song Yuan, Song Xi was in a particularly good mood tonight, and this was all attributed to George Sheng. When she was in a good mood, her mouth was naturally sweet, and she could talk about love in a consistent manner.

George Sheng stared at her face, and after three seconds, his voice was low: Don't seduce me.

Song Xi's heart trembled, and his body softened, but he said, Isn't this going to work? I thought you were so capable.

George Sheng really wanted to 'kill' her, and one sentence made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Song Xi is a smart person and knows how to stop at the last minute so as not to annoy him. He doesn't wait a day and will execute her on the spot tonight. Thinking about this, she moved her body back and retreated twenty centimeters away from him. Outside, she only held one of his hands and said softly: Good night, go to bed.

It's very difficult to run away after teasing someone, and she's talking about Song Xi himself.

The most important thing is that she fell asleep within five minutes of talking. What else could George Sheng say?

Under the quilt, he slowly took out his hand, got out of bed, and entered the bathroom. He didn't turn on the lights and stayed in the confined space for more than forty minutes before he came out. With the faint fragrance of body wash on his body, he went downstairs and smoked two cigarettes, and then went back upstairs after his emotions calmed down.

Lifting the quilt and lying in, he looked sideways at Song Xi and secretly thought that she didn't need to give him a coloring book to pass the time. She should give him something like hand-written scriptures to clear the heart, so that he wouldn't have to run to the bathroom every time.

Song Xi didn't know how many sins George Sheng had committed. She slept soundly, and her neck felt itchy in the blur. She reached out and grabbed George Sheng's hand.

There was a man sleeping next to him. It was impossible to say that he was not wary at all. Song Xi immediately frowned, half asleep, and said in a 'catch the thief and see the stolen goods' tone: What are you doing?

She couldn't see George Sheng's face clearly in the darkness, but could only vaguely see his upper body propped up, very close to her.

At first, he didn't say anything. He held her wrist with one hand, as if he was leading her to touch something. Song Xi felt anxious until she touched the object in his other hand, which was thin and made of metal. , either a bracelet or a necklace.

She gradually lowered her guard, George Sheng put his hands around her neck, and Song Xi touched the cool pendant under her collarbone, which was in the shape of a star.

After helping her put on the necklace, George Sheng lay down again. This time it was Song Xi's turn to be uneasy. She raised her upper body, looked at him and asked, Why did you suddenly give me a gift?

George Sheng's deep magnetic voice came: It's past twelve o'clock, today is Valentine's Day.

Song Xi knew that the 14th was Valentine's Day, but she didn't expect that George Sheng would be so romantic and take the time to give her a gift.

Climb forward, press your body on his chest, stretch your arms and turn on the bedside lamp. Warm orange light shone, and Song Xi squinted her eyes, but she wanted to see the necklace around her neck too much.

Picking up the phone and turning on the camera, the screen showed the pendant around her neck, a thin rose gold chain with a star studded with red diamonds hanging underneath.

Song Xi couldn't resist the urge to raise the corners of her lips, touched the stars, looked sideways at George Sheng beneath her and said, Thank you, Xiao Sheng.

George Sheng's black hair hung between his eyebrows, and a pair of precious jewel-like pupils stared at her, lazily and with a touch of displeasure: Just now, you were guarding me as a thief.

Song Xi had forgotten about that incident. Hearing this, he quickly put down his phone, lay on his chest and said coquettishly: I was asleep, I didn't know it was you.

George Sheng's voice became deeper: Who else can you have besides me?

Song Xi felt that the description was getting darker and darker, and her heartbeat was not as strong as her action. She took the initiative to move forward and kissed his lips.

The two faces were very close. Song Xi kissed her, looked at each other, and asked in a low voice: Are you feeling better?

George Sheng's thin lips opened: General.

Song Xi lowered his gaze and kissed again: What now?

George Sheng hated the cutting force of this slow knife. He raised his hand to grab the back of her head and pulled her down. He would not let go until she had enough money.

Song Xi was moved, and she felt in a daze that even if he wanted to take the next step, she would not refuse too much, but when she thought about it, she knew that she was moved, but she thought that a necklace would be enough for her.

But, she really likes it.

She likes George Sheng and everything he does to her, including the little surprises he gives her.

Lying flat on the bed, Song Xi kept taking pictures of her neck with the camera. She couldn't get enough of the little stars.

Thinking of the Jupiter star he gave last time, Song Xi asked: Why do you give me stars every time? Do you like stars?

Um.

Why do you like stars?

Song Xi felt that the closest thing to a monk like George Sheng was that he had no desires and no demands. The most different thing was that no monk had such a bad temper.

He said he likes dogs, does she believe it? He likes stars?

George Sheng said: There is no reason.

Song Xi said: Even if you like RMB, you have a reason. How can you not like stars?

George Sheng's tone was very calm, and he seemed to reply casually: When I can't sleep at night, I look out the window. If there are stars in the sky, it might not be so boring at night.

He said it casually, as if she was forcing him to ask and he had to find a reason, but Song Xi suddenly felt very distressed.

What I mean by boredom is actually loneliness. How could he spend such a long night alone? The dark night is occasionally accompanied by the stars, what about him? He can only look at the night sky. If there are stars coming out, he will feel happy for the night. Fortunately, it has company.