Chapter 512

Song Xi's sleep quality has always been the envy of Georges Sheng, but can't be desired. Less than ten minutes after lying down, she breathed steadily and was obviously asleep. In the dark, he opened his eyes and looked at the heart close at hand. A few seconds later, he raised his head slightly, pulled the pillow to her side, and moved her whole body forward 20 cm, almost touching her face to face and the tip of his nose.

Her warm breath pours on his face. He stares at her without blinking. The more he finds that his previous words are too full. What does it mean to not touch her and promise not to force her? He is looking for guilt.

He really wanted to put her in the right place, but looking at her calm and relaxed face in deep sleep, he couldn't bear it. She trusted him so much, how could he consume this trust?

Ah... With a silent sigh from the bottom of his heart, Georges Sheng secretly comforted himself that she would be his plate of Chinese food sooner or later. Why should he be in a hurry? What's more, she was still worried and didn't want to hand over herself too soon. The more urgent he was, the more alert she was.

Slowly, he wants her to be his woman willingly.

The throat knot moved, Georges Sheng chin raised, gently kiss on Song Xi's lips, familiar soft, although it is to quench thirst, but also better than nothing.

Qixi, who had been sleeping on the cat rack, didn't know when to open her eyes. She had been staring at George Sheng for a long time. She couldn't bear it. She jumped up and flew directly from the cat rack to the bed two meters away. Her four claws fell to the ground without sound.

George Sheng kisses Song Xi. His hand in the quilt is about to lift up and hold her waist. Suddenly something steps on his head. He is alert for a moment, and his body is tense. As soon as he is about to react, he looks at Song Xi's cat.

Qixi forced himself into the middle of the two and swept his tail across his face. Georges Sheng didn't like cats very much. What's more, it was so close to him that he could only hide back. Qixi, as if no one else, lay between the pillows of the two, perfectly separating Georges Sheng and Song Xi.

George Sheng's face was expressionless, but he couldn't laugh or cry at the bottom of his heart. He thought that only dogs would be jealous, but he didn't expect that cats were also such virtues.

It's better to separate them from each other. Georges Sheng still holds Song Xi's hand in the quilt. At dawn, Georges Sheng also squints for a while, but he sleeps. When Cola meets him, he immediately opens his eyes. It nests in front of Song Xi precisely in the quilt. Two cats, one outside and the other inside, guard against sticking to it. It really doesn't give him a chance.

George Sheng has lived for 27 years. It's the first time he's been in bed with two cats, and the first time he's been provoked by two cats. The key is that he has nothing to do. It's up to his master to clean up the cats. What does Song Xi think of their treasures? What can he do?

Ah, thirty years of Hedong and thirty years of Hexi, the geomantic omen has changed in turn. This time, he also realized what it means that people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

When the alarm clock rings in the morning, Song Xi instinctively squints to touch the bedside table next to him. But when she reaches out her hand, what she touches is not a mobile phone, but someone's chin. She is startled. She opens her eyes and sees a familiar and beautiful face lying beside her. Georges Sheng is awake and staring at her with a pair of deep black pupils.

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

"Did you sleep well?" He asked in a low voice.

As soon as Song Xi opened her eyes, her heart beat disorderly. She tried to cover up Xiaolu's confusion and nodded back: "it's very good. What about you?"

George Sheng let out a "well" and turned to her side and looked at her intently.

Song Xi was embarrassed by him and said in a low voice, "I'm going to get up. Are you still sleeping?"

Georges Sheng raised an arm and propped up the quilt to hold her. Song Xi lowered his eyes and rubbed forward to his arms without saying anything.

Song Xi can clearly feel the heat of his body, and George Sheng can also clearly feel the fullness and softness of her chest through two thin layers of pajamas.

What he wants to do at night but fails to do is as easy as a palm in the daytime. Song Xi sticks it in his arms. After a while, he obviously feels the physical changes in his lower abdomen, which are more and more terrible every second.

Whew back, Song Xi with quilt wrapped himself, angry way: "what are you doing?"

George Sheng didn't move, his face didn't change and his heart didn't jump back: "this is a physiological reaction, I can't control it."

Song Xi smell speech, cheek more ruddy, frown good-looking brow, low voice, can't tell is distressed or complain: "I said you sleep below." Save your life here.

George Sheng said, "just get used to it."

For a moment, Song Xi can't tell whether his habit is his own or her.

Two people big eyes stare for a while small eyes, George Sheng thin lips open, take the initiative to ask: "you don't go to pick up?"

Hearing the speech, Song Xi knew later and quickly turned over to sit up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

She was wearing a white pajamas, no underwear, and her upper body swayed when she got up. Georges Sheng suddenly felt that her reason was a little bit collapsed, so she didn't open her eyes to divert her attention.

Song Xi walked to the bathroom and said, "I have a full schedule today. You can call me if you have something, but I don't guarantee to be free."

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

Song Xi said: "no, you're busy. I'll drive myself."

She flashed into the bathroom. Georges Sheng wanted to have a cigarette. He habitually raised his hand to touch the bedside table. As a result, he thought that this was her room. It seemed that he was really confused.

After Song Xi finishes cleaning up, Georges Sheng is gone. She changes her clothes and goes downstairs to find him. He takes a bath in the bathroom.

She stood at the door and said, "I'll go first."

No one in the door should answer. Song Xi took another step forward and knocked on the door: "maotousheng, I'm going."

Song Xi didn't have time to react. The next second, the door opened from the inside, accompanied by dense steam. 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 his first reaction was to stare at him. When he was seventeen or eighteen, he always looked at his face superficially. Now when he was twenty-six or seventeen, he had to look at his figure as well as his face.

George Sheng is wide shouldered and narrow waist. He not only has abdominal muscles, but also has sharp lines of shark muscles on both sides of the ribs. Coupled with his cool but attractive face, four words describe Song Xi's mood at this moment. He can't help it!

The sound of water came from the door. Before George Sheng had finished taking a bath, he just pulled Song Xi over in a hurry. After all, he was willing to let her go.

Song Xi was not completely calm until she got out of the house. Sitting in the car, she reached out and patted her face in an attempt to sober herself up. She took a picture in the rearview mirror. He ate all the lipstick on her mouth and had to put it on again.

Before driving out of the house, Song Xi was still feeling that if she went on like this, she would not be able to guarantee who would die first.