Song Xi’s sleep quality has always been something that George Sheng was jealous of but couldn’t ask for. Less than ten minutes after she lay down, her breathing gradually stabilized, and she was clearly asleep. In the dark, he opened his eyes and looked at the heart that was close at hand. Meat, a few seconds later, raised his head slightly, pulled the pillow next to her, and moved her whole body forward by 20 centimeters, facing her face to face, almost touching the tip of her nose.

The warm breath she exhaled fell on his face, he stared at her unblinkingly, and the more he realized that he was too full of what he said before, what it means not to touch her, and promise not to force her, this is seeking sin Suffer.

He really wanted to rectify her on the spot, but looking at her calm and relaxed face in a deep sleep, he couldn't bear it. She believed him so much. How could he be embarrassed to consume this trust?

Hey... He sighed silently from the bottom of my heart, and George Sheng secretly persuaded himself that she will have his lunch in the morning and evening, so why should he be in a hurry? What's more, she still has concerns in her heart, not wanting to hand over herself too soon, the more urgent he is, the more vigilant she is.

Slowly, he wanted her to be his woman willingly.

As his Adam's apple moved slightly, George Sheng raised his chin and kissed Song Xi's lips lightly. The familiar softness, although Wangmei quenched his thirst, was better than nothing.

Qixi, who was sleeping on the cat stand, did not know when to open his eyes. He had been staring at George Sheng for a long time. He could not bear it. He jumped and flew directly from the cat stand to the bed two meters away. ring.

George Sheng kissed Song Xi, the hand in the quilt was about to raise her waist, suddenly something stepped on his head, he was alert for a moment, his body was tense, just about to react, he fixed his eyes, yes Song Xi's cat.

Qixi squeezed into the two strongly, his tail swept across his face, George Sheng didn't like cats too much, not to mention that it was still so close to him, he could only hide behind him, and he was lying on the pillows between the two people. Perfectly separated George Sheng and Song Xi.

George Sheng had no expression on his face, and he couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. He thought that only dogs would be jealous, but he didn't expect cats to be the same.

Let’s separate it from above. George Sheng is still holding Song Xi’s hand under the quilt. When the sky is dark, George Sheng also squinted for a while, but he slept lightly. When Cola met him, he immediately opened it. With eyes open, it nestled precisely in front of Song Xi inside the quilt. The two cats, one outside and the other inside, were guarded strictly. I really didn't give him a chance.

George Sheng lived for twenty-seven years. This was the first time he was in the same bed with two cats, and the first time he was blatantly provoked by two cats. The key point was that he had no choice but to look at the owner when he cleaned up the cats. Song Xi treasured them. What can he do?

Hey, in the 30 years in the east of the Hexi, in the 30 years of the Hexi, Feng Shui turns around, and this time he has realized what it means to be under the eaves and have to bow his head.

In the morning, when the alarm clock rang, Song Xi instinctively squinted to touch the bedside table next to her, but when she reached out her hand, it was not the phone, but someone’s chin. She was startled. She opened her eyes stunned and saw lying beside her. With a familiar and handsome face, George Sheng was awake and was staring at her with deep black pupils.

Song Xi stared at him for a few seconds, and the phone rang vigorously not far away. Finally, George Sheng stretched out his long arm, took the phone over, and turned off the alarm clock.

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

When Song Xi opened his eyes, his heartbeat was disturbed, trying to hide the deer's rambling emotions, nodded and replied: "Very good, how about you?"

George Sheng said ‘um’, turned his 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 asleep?"

George Sheng raised an arm and propped up the quilt in order to hug her. Song Xi lowered his gaze, without saying anything, and nudged him forward.

The two held tightly together, Song Xi could clearly feel the scorching heat on his body, and George Sheng could also clearly feel the fullness and softness of her chest across the two layers of thin pajamas.

Things that he wanted to do at night but didn't do it were easy during the day. Song Xi stuck to his arms, and within a moment, he clearly felt the physical changes in his lower abdomen, every second was more terrifying.

Shooting back, Song Xi even wrapped herself in a quilt, angrily said, "What are you doing?"

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

When Song Xi heard this, his cheeks became more rosy, his beautiful brows frowned, and his voice lowered. He couldn't tell whether it was distressed or complaining: "I told you to sleep underneath." The province suffered here.

George Sheng said: "Just get used to it."

Song Xi couldn't tell the habit in his mouth for a while, whether it was referring to her own habit or calling her a habit.

The two stared with big eyes for a while, and George Sheng opened his thin lips and asked: "Are you not going to pick up people?"

Hearing this, Song Xi realized afterwards and quickly turned over to sit up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

She wore a set of white pajamas and no underwear. When she got up, her upper body swayed. George Sheng suddenly felt that her sanity was a little broken, so she quickly turned her attention away.

Song Xi walked to the bathroom and said, "My schedule is very full today. Call me if you have something to do, but I don't guarantee that I will be free."

George Sheng was lying on her bed with her remaining warmth in the quilt. He tried to calm the turmoil in his heart. After a few seconds, he said: "I will take you to the airport."

Song Xi said, "No, you're busy, I'll drive by myself."

She stepped into the bathroom, George Sheng wanted to smoke a cigarette, and habitually raised his hand to touch the bedside table, but halfway through the thought that this was her room, it seemed that he was really obsessed and confused.

After Song Xi came out, George Sheng was no longer there. She changed her clothes and went downstairs to look for him. He took a shower in the bathroom.

She stood at the door and said, "I'm leaving now."

No one answered, Song Xi took another step forward and knocked on the door: "Mao Tou Sheng, I'm leaving."

The voice fell, and the bathroom door handle suddenly pressed down. Song Xi didn't have time to react. The next second, the door opened from the inside, accompanied by steam, there was a tall figure with a naked upper body and a white bath towel around his waist.

Song Xi was stunned, but the first reaction was to stare at him. When he was seventeen or eighteen, he always looked at his face superficially. Now when he is twenty-six or seventeen, he has to look at his face and his body. .

George Sheng has wide shoulders and narrow waist, not only has abdominal muscles, but also has obvious shark muscles on his ribs. Coupled with his indifferent but attractive face, these four words describe Song Xi’s mood at this moment. Can't stop!

There was the sound of water flowing from inside the door, and George Sheng hadn't finished the bath, but he hurriedly pulled Song Xi over. After all, she was willing to let her go.

Song Xi was not completely calm until she left the house. Sitting in the car, she stretched out her hand and patted her face, trying to make herself more awake, and took a photo in the rearview mirror. He ate all the lipstick on her mouth. Had to make up again.

Before he drove out of the house, Song Xi still sighed in her heart.