Chapter 325

After taking medicine for Georges Sheng, Song Xi immediately ran downstairs to cook porridge. She wanted to make some appetizers, but later she checked it with her mobile phone. Forget it. She was afraid that if she couldn't make it well, she would give Georges Sheng nausea again.

When she cooked the porridge, Song Xi went up to the second floor. The master bedroom on the second floor was not closed. When she came in, she saw the bathrobe on the carpet beside the bed. Georges Sheng was lying on his side with his feet covered to half his face.

When he came to the bedside and picked up his bathrobe, Song Xi asked softly, "how are you?"

George Sheng didn't respond. Song Xi reached out to touch his forehead, sweating again.

Help him to pull down the quilt, Song Xi said: "are you cold?"

This time George Sheng gave a "yes.".

Originally, he was hot all over. After she left, he opened the quilt to dry. But within two minutes, he suddenly became cold all over.

He was wrapped in the quilt, and could not tell whether it was cold or hot.

Song Xi knows how hard it is to have a fever. If he doesn't go to the hospital, she can only ask, "where is the quilt?"

George Sheng closed his eyes, frowned and said, "find it yourself."

Song Xi got up and looked around his room, but he didn't find it. Seeing that he was still chilly, he had to go upstairs and hold his quilt down. The two quilts were all on him.

After washing the towel, Song Xi wipes George Sheng's face in the dark.

About ten minutes later, Georges Sheng's body began to be hot and dry. He couldn't cover the quilt and raised his hand to lift it.

Seeing this, Song Xi pressed and said, "don't lift it. I'll wipe your sweat, or you'll catch cold."

The towel has been ready for a long time. Song Xi first helps George Sheng get off a quilt, then puts his arm directly into his quilt, touches the hem of his T-shirt, and lifts it up without saying a word.

All the wiping is done inside the quilt. After wiping the front, Song Xi said, "turn over."

George Sheng was about to die of suffering, and she wanted to lose his temper, but he didn't even have the strength to lose his temper, so he had to rely on it.

Waiting for him to lie down, Song Xi opens the clothes behind him, his back is all wet with sweat, and he feels slippery.

Song Xi cleans his front and back, and takes off his T-shirt regardless of whether he is comfortable or not.

As soon as she got up, Georges Sheng, lying on the bed, suddenly said, "isn't my lower body mine?"

In the quiet room, he suddenly opened his mouth. At first, Song Xi was startled. He stood in the same place, looked at the back of his head and said, "are you sweating?"

crap!

George Sheng took a deep breath. He couldn't find a fatal word to her for a moment, but was silent.

Song Xi felt George Sheng's forbearance and inexplicable risk factors in the air. He took the initiative and said, "you wait for me to wash the towel and wipe it for you right away."

Carrying a half wet bathrobe and a full wet T-shirt, she goes into the bathroom. When Song Xi washes the towel, she knows later that she is kind-hearted to take care of him. Does she treat her as a servant girl?

Wring out the towel, Song Xi looks up to see himself in the mirror, his mouth turned, his eyes full of mom selling.

God knows she's never served anyone. She's a doctor, not a nurse.

She walked out of the bathroom with a towel and saw the faint figure beside the bed. Song Xi immediately became soft hearted again. Ah, the patient, she's a normal person and doesn't have the same opinion with him.

When he comes to the bedside, Song Xi first takes George Sheng's arm out of the quilt. George Sheng is so hot that he can't help frowning.

Song Xi said, "after I wipe your legs, I'll help you dress."

When George Sheng heard this, he reluctantly didn't go against her.

Standing in the back half of the bed, Song Xi lifts the quilt higher in one hand and stretches it in with a towel in the other hand. If she wants to wipe the upper part of her body, she is just a little embarrassed. Then she is really embarrassed to wipe the lower part of her body.

She tried not to touch Georgetown's legs directly. There was always a towel between her hands and his legs. At the top, she wiped half of Georgetown's thigh for fear that she might accidentally touch something she shouldn't touch. She had to look inside through the gap to see which part of his underwear was.

Don't worry about making trouble. After seeing it, he feels that something will happen. Song Xi's whole body is dry, and his whole mind is full of his white underwear.

Song Xi is on the verge of reciting the great compassion mantra in his heart.

After wiping his legs, Song Xi was sweating. He just went to the bathroom to wash his face. George Sheng said, "I'm sweating on my upper body."

Song Xi's mouth is faster than his brain. He answers first: "OK, I'll wipe it for you."

She went to the bathroom to wash the towel. She didn't have time to wash her face, so she immediately turned back to help George Sheng wipe his upper body.

After wiping the upper part of his body, Song Xi took the clean T-shirt on one side and made it like this. He put on his head first and then stuffed his arm.

Clothes are stuck in the position above the shoulder, Song Xi whispered: "get up."

George Sheng closed his eyes and raised his arm. Song Xi put his arm around his neck, as if he was already familiar with the road, and took him back.

In this posture, the distance between the two people is bound to be closer. When she arranges the T-shirt for him empty handed, Georges Sheng opens his thin lips and says softly, "do you have a cold?"

"Ah?"

Song Xi opens his eyes, but is embarrassed to look at his face. He only tells himself to concentrate, but his back is a little wet, and his T-shirt is not easy to pull flat for a while.

"You're sweating," Georgeson said

He put his arm around her neck and felt her skin wet and greasy.

Song Xi is guilty of being a thief. After all, when she sweats most, it's because she sees his underwear.

So she denied: "I'm not sweating, it's your sweat."

The T-shirt is finally finished, and Song Xi quickly helps him lie down.

After lying on his back, George Sheng's first sentence was: "don't pass on your cold to me."

Smell speech, Song Xi almost blood pressure rise, immediately pick eyebrow back way: "big brother, we in the end who infect who?"

George Sheng closed his eyes and said in a calm voice, "I just have a fever."

Song Xihao wants to throw the towel on his face. How can there be a patient who is so sick that he is not distressed?

She sat by the bed, hate expression can't do, smile expression can't do, really is gas swallow, want to start and dare not.

Hold for a long time, she still can't help whispering: "I didn't even take care of my father!"

George Sheng closed his eyes and said, "I haven't taken care of my mother either. How many times can I save you?"

When he said that, Song Xi immediately felt no resentment. After all, what he said was the truth.

But in three seconds, Song Xi's attitude was 360 degrees. With a smile on his face, he asked in a slightly sweet tone: "benefactor, do you want to wear pants?"

George Sheng didn't open his eyes. He was shocked by her voice and shivered.

With his little action, Song Xi stroked his body across the quilt: "Oh, is it cold? Do you want an extra quilt? "

Georgeson could not bear it at last. He opened his eyes slowly and fixed his eyes on her.

In the dim light, she couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see her.

After a few seconds, Georgeson opened his thin lips and said, "do you think I don't beat women?"