Chapter 796

After returning home, Song Xi said that he wanted to take a bath. Georges Sheng put a jar of water for her. She wanted to go in with her. She said that she wanted to wash by herself. She would stay in it for more than an hour. During the process, Georges Sheng would appear at the door from time to time, looking for various reasons to say a word. In fact, he was afraid that something might happen to her. Song Xi understood that, so she would return to him every time.

Two hours and twenty minutes after she went in, Georges Sheng couldn't help but open the door and went in. He looked up and saw that song Xizheng was sitting in the bathtub, rubbing his arm with a towel. He didn't turn his head when he heard the sound.

When he came near, his black pupils shrank without any trace. Song Xi was very white, and his skin was like fine porcelain. In addition, he was well maintained, and his body was always like soft white satin, bright and clean. But at the moment, there were obvious red and purple pinching marks at the bend of his two arms. At first sight, he was pressed hard, and so was his calf, which was left by the belt.

Those pictures that he had never seen were clearly visible from the traces on her body at this time. She even bruised her hip bone when she was struggling. She didn't feel pain at that time and didn't feel shame at the moment.

Song Xi wants to erase all these marks, and a layer of skin on his body is about to fall off, but these marks are like maggots of tarsal bones, and he can't get rid of them.

George Sheng thought that she just wanted to calm down. Who would have thought that she had been rubbing the bruises and bending over her hand, he said softly, "don't rub it."

Song Xi eyes straight at the arm back to the bend, only said a word: "dirty."

George Sheng did not dare to use too much force. He took her hand in one hand and slowly took away the towel from her hand in the other. He said in a voice, "it's not dirty."

Song Xi didn't have a towel in his hand, so he simply raised his hand to rub it. After two rubs, his white and tender skin became more red. Georges Sheng put the towel aside, squatted beside the bathtub, took one of her wrists in one hand, looked at her and said, "you're not dirty, it's them that are dirty."

Song Xi hung his head and said nothing, but his tears fell on the water. Georges Sheng felt like a needle in his heart. He didn't care that he was still wearing a shirt, so he hugged her wet.

Don't know what to do, he can only suppress the voice asked: "how do you want to do?"

How can she feel better?

He couldn't see her like this.

Song Xi whispered, "you hold me."

George Sheng is holding her, smell speech arm tighten, let her feel he is beside.

Song Xifu is on George Sheng's shoulder, and her breath is full of familiar flavor. However, when she closes her eyes, Tan Kai and those evil faces who have lost their conscience come to her eyes one after another. She is so scared that she opens her eyes. Even though she is silent, she follows her like a shadow.

I still remember that I met someone in the street before, and there were shooting cases. All these events affected her psychology in varying degrees. She thought she had resistance, but unexpectedly, the ugliness of the people's heart and the danger of the world were far more terrible than she imagined.

Song Xi didn't know that he was shaking, but he couldn't bear to think about it. George Sheng's legs were numb when he squatted across the bathtub, so he simply put on his clothes and pants, raised his legs and stepped in, soaked all over, holding her as soft as a baby.

Song Xi is just the latter. She can't stand her body being touched by others, even if it's just across her clothes. She wants to peel herself off like a cicada and a snake.

George Sheng guessed what she was thinking from the rigidity of her body and her desire to touch bruises. He leaned over to kiss her, from her ears to her side face, and then his eyes

Song Xi closed his eyes and said in a light voice, "I want to take a bath..."

"I can't wait," Georgeson said

He kisses her lips, at first gentle and affectionate, slowly deepening and aggravating, with a strong love, wrapped her in his own power without dead ends.

Song Xi is more anxious than ever. She is eager to absorb the body temperature and smell of Georges Sheng, and wants to use his own taste to cover the disgusting strange smell on her body.

George Sheng knows what she thinks, so he is gentle with a desire to break through everything. He dominates her and makes her know clearly that she is his person, which is a fact that no one can change.

In the impression, Song Xi pulls off the button of Georges Sheng's shirt. He's all wet, and she pushes him down in the bathtub. His soaked clothes are bound by her. Fortunately, she helps to remove them.

When instinct begins to dominate the body, all the troubles in the world are behind us.

Once upon a time, George Sheng never left a mark on her body, because her skin was so tender that it would be red if she sucked it. He had this impulse, but he couldn't bear it. Today, he kisses her all over her body, and brands his mark on every place where she has blue and purple.

They are all human beings. There is a big difference between love and not love. Song loves Georges Sheng and thinks that his people are redemption and kisses are antidotes. Even the little rudeness that he can't control occasionally is regarded as his uncontrolled love.

There is no alcohol urge, only the soul in urgent need of affirmation. With different mood, they are pulled into the abyss of desire at the same time.

George Sheng is still a little bit cautious. He is afraid that Song Xi will not sleep well after being frightened, so he makes extra efforts. Coincidentally, Song Xi doesn't want to wake up. They hit it off. She takes the initiative to drain her last consciousness and sleeps in the bathtub. When she opens her eyes, she is already lying on the bed, and George Sheng sits beside the bed, She's using a silent hair dryer to blow her hair.

Under the warm yellow light, his side face is still amazing. Song Xi wants to raise his arm to touch his face and tell him, don't worry, she will be OK.

But her arms were heavy, and she was in pain all over. She couldn't lift them, and she was too sleepy.

George Sheng reached out and stroked her cheek. He moved his thumb gently and said gently, "sleep, I'm here."

"I'm here." Song Xi calmly closes her eyes. She doesn't know whether her nerves are too strong or her physical exertion really works. Anyway, she sleeps until dawn. Let alone having a nightmare, she doesn't even have a dream.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Georges Sheng lying beside me. He did nothing. He just looked at her like this, as if he had been waiting for her to wake up a long time ago.

Song Xi blinked slowly, then arched into his arms and hugged his waist. Originally, Qi Xi, who was lying at the end of the bed, walked with cat steps and habitually lay in the middle of the two.

In the morning, the sun, the same bed, the same people and cats around, Song Xi closed his eyes and gave himself a psychological hint, so it was good, nothing changed.

George Sheng's voice came from overhead, "are you better?"

Song Xi closed his eyes and whispered back: "I seem to be braver than I thought."

This is the truth, but also a part of the hint, things have happened, she can only be lucky to escape, learn a lesson, later the same mistake can not be made again, in addition, what else can she do?

However, when George Sheng heard the words, his eyes were clearly crossed with a touch of heartache.

Sliding down, he hugged Song Xi. For a long time, she heard him say, "I seem to be weaker than before."

His weakness comes from his weakness, which is especially obvious. When someone touches him, he will be in pain to death.