Life With You

The movie lasted two hours and was full of laughter. Song Xi almost fainted from laughing in the middle of the movie. Fortunately, she was not the only woman in the hall. Several other people's voices were louder than hers. Laughter is contagious. George Sheng Holding Song Xi's hand, the coldness in his eyes had long since turned into tenderness. Occasionally, he couldn't help but kiss her sideways. Song Xi was afraid of being seen, but fortunately they were in the last row.

After it was over, the people in the front row gathered for a midnight snack. Han Chunmeng turned to Song Xi and said, Xiaoxi, I won't go. I want to go back to the hospital to see Dongxu.

Diana said: I'm not going either, I'm going with Da Mengmeng.

Before Song Xi could say anything, Chang Jingle, who was in the front row, walked up with long legs and said, I'll see them off.

Song Xi gave Chang Jingle a suggestive look without any trace, but Chang Jingle smiled and said nothing, as if there were two of them and I was alone, so what could I do.

George Sheng said to Yuan Bao: After dinner, take Xiaowen home.

Qiao Aiwen looked over: Aren't you going home?

George Sheng held Song Xi's hand: We still have something to do.

Song Xi didn't even know what else happened to George Sheng, but everyone else had ambiguous looks on their faces, which made Song Xi blush and her heart skip a beat.

The group of people separated in the mall. When only two people were left, Song Xi asked, What are we going to do now?

George Sheng didn't answer and asked: Are you hungry?

Song Xi said: It's okay, I ate late at night.

George Sheng said nothing and drove her to the Haiwei Hotel. When she saw the hotel, Song Xi immediately felt something unusual. Her heart fluctuated and she asked calmly: What are you doing in the hotel?

George Sheng said: Stay.

Song Xi said: Aren't we going home tonight?

George Sheng replied with a very meaningful sentence: It depends on the situation.

Song Xi pretended not to understand and asked directly: If we don't go back, will your mother be unhappy?

George Sheng's handsome face was calm, his thin lips parted, and he said calmly: My mother just wants to make me happy.

As soon as these words came out, it was very obvious that if Song Xi didn't know what he wanted to do, then she would be a fool.

The two arrived at the top floor of the hotel, and the door opened. She took the lead and walked in. The moment she heard the door being closed behind her, her wrist was also held.

I don’t know how many women have imagined a scene where the man they love is against the wall, saying nothing, only the most primitive instinctive impulse in the body.

Right now, Song Xi was pressed against the wall by George Sheng. The room was dark with no lights on. Darkness makes people bold, and allows them to remove all the pretense and baggage from the day, and replace it with the gushing wildness and desire deep in their hearts.

George Sheng kissed Song Xi's lips accurately, and forcefully opened her lips and teeth, claiming all her sweetness and softness. Song Xi was tensed and nervous for a moment, but immediately indulged in his domineering and burning heat.

After kissing passionately for ten seconds in the corridor, George Sheng put his hands on her waist and picked her up with a little force. Song Xi wrapped her legs around his waist. It was obviously the first time to do such an action, but there was a tacit understanding between the two. , as if it had been done thousands of times.

He led her towards the master bedroom, during which time she was wrapped around his neck, like a vine. The soul-sucking vine essence fascinated George Sheng and made him fascinated.

He pressed her on the bed. Song Xi touched it casually and felt many soft foreign objects. She was startled. Her lips left his and she hummed in confusion.

George Sheng said in a low voice: Hua Petal, I asked people to make it more romantic, but they didn't even look at it at all, and they made the whole bed.

Song Xi said: Turn on the light and let me take a look.

George Sheng took a bite on her lips, not lightly or hard, knowing that she was on the plate and the cooked duck could not fly away, so he got up and turned on the bedside lamp, and the warm yellow light instantly illuminated forty or fifty In the flat master bedroom, Song Xi was lying on a big bed covered with red rose petals. She sat up and looked at the floor. It turned out that the floor was also covered with a thick layer of velvet-like material. It was so beautiful that it made people feel excited. .

George Sheng took off his jacket and sweater, looked at Song Xi and asked, Have you seen enough?

Song Xi was sitting on the bed, her face really complemented the peach blossoms, she was more delicate than the flowers. She winked at George Sheng intentionally or unintentionally, and she said softly: You go take a shower first.

George Sheng leaned down, put his hands on Song Xi's side, very close to her, and asked in a low voice: What about you?

Song Xi said: I'm going to take a shower too.

George Sheng's black pupils sank instantly: Together?

Song Xi touched a shirt button under his Adam's apple, half-smiling but not smiling: What a beautiful thought.

George Sheng pressed down and kissed her, whispering in her ear: Wash together, I'll help you.

Song Xi's bones were weak, but she thought that the days would be long, so she had to hold back, and good things should be given slowly, so that there would be surprises every day.

When it was obvious that he was deeply lustful, Song Xi pushed him away and asked him to take a shower. George Sheng didn't know what Song Xi was doing, but before he went in, he took out a silver aluminum foil bag from his trouser pocket, which had an obvious meaning.

Song Xi looked at him, smiled and took off her coat. George Sheng's black eyes rolled up thickly, and without saying anything, he turned and entered the bathroom.

He took a quick shower and came out in a bathrobe after taking a shower, but Song Xi was not in the master bedroom. He searched around and found the sound of running water in the bathroom of the guest bedroom.

He reached out and pressed the door handle, but the door did not open. Three seconds later, the sound of water stopped, and Song Xi's voice came from inside: Rogue.

George Sheng stood at the door waiting for her. As soon as she came out, he immediately picked her up and carried her to the master bedroom.

Song Xi put her arms around his neck. The moment they fell on the bed, she quickly turned off the only bedside lamp. Now the room fell into darkness again. After the light was turned on, the darkness was pure.

There was still a halo in front of Song Xi's eyes, and she couldn't see anything. In the darkness, only George Sheng in front of her could really touch her. She could feel his urgency, because the muscles in his arms were so tight, like It was a rock that couldn't be broken. She thought he would be impatient, but he suppressed all impulses and was willing to be patient and do it step by step.

He was trying to please her, and Song Xi lost consciousness several times. However, when he untied the belt of her bathrobe around her waist, Song Xi twisted around, rolled him around, and pressed him under her body.

Her little hands went under the skirt of his chest, touched his hot chest, and then moved up to his heart inch by inch.

Lowering her head, her lips came to his ear, and in a low voice, with the temptation to tear through reason: Can I take care of you tonight?

George Sheng's head buzzed, damn his reason and restraint. At this moment, the beast in his heart was roaring, wishing he could break out of his shackles and directly abuse him.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he obviously made a swallowing motion. After a few seconds, he replied in a deep voice: Okay.

Song Xi laughed silently, moved his hand down, lifted off the bathrobe on his body, and pressed it on the source of his collapse.