Chapter 190 (1/2)

George Sheng's voice came from his mobile phone, ”go downstairs.”

Song Xi asked in a low voice, ”what's the matter?”

”I have a pain in my mouth,” Georgeson said

Song Xi hesitated for a few seconds, ”OK, I'll come down now.”

Georgeson hung up without a word.

Song Xi touches the bedside lamp switch and turns on the lamp. She glances at the wall watch. At 5:05 in the morning, it's not bright.

When he lifted the quilt to get out of bed, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. Song Xi couldn't help frowning and took a breath. He remained motionless for a long time.

He moves his body slowly, turns from side to sitting, and then gets out of bed straight. Song Xizheng wonders how her back aches suddenly. Then he remembers the picture of falling from a tree and being caught by Georges Sheng. It must be that Kung Fu flashed.

Her old waist is not good, and she can't bear the toss.

The back injury recurred. Song Xi didn't dare to bend down, straightened his back, opened the door and went downstairs. When he went down to the second floor, he found that there was no light on on the first floor and it was dark. Is Georges Sheng in the bedroom?

After going downstairs, Song Xi gets the medicine box, turns back to the second floor, stands at the door of the master bedroom and knocks on the door.

”Come in.” Sure enough, George Sheng's voice came from the door.

Song Xi pushes the door and goes in. The warm yellow light is on in the room. When he walks through the porch, Song Xi sees George Sheng, a black Pajama, reading by the bed. He doesn't even pick his eyelids. He looks like an old man.

Song Xi did not speak, went to the side of the tea table, put down the medicine box, because she can't bend down, she squatted down to open the medicine box, took out the cotton swab and iodine from inside, and then stood up stiff.

When he came to the bedside, Song Xi looked at George Sheng's lips. His lip color was very light, light pink, and there were almost no lip lines, so the two pieces looked crystal clear and could bear the four characters of ”lip powder and teeth white”. They were originally very beautiful lips. Now there was a blood cut in the middle of the lower lip, which was like a knife on purpose, affecting the aesthetic feeling.

With his eyes slightly down, Song Xi dipped iodine wine in front of him and said, ”did your lips touch water?”

George Sheng black pupil staring at the hands of the book, head does not lift eyes do not open back: ”nonsense, do not take a bath?”

Song Xi asked him if he didn't follow the doctor's advice, but instead bit her.

Dip iodine on the cotton swab, and the next step is to wipe it. However, Georges Sheng is lying on the side of the bed, and the bed is relatively low. As a whole, it only reaches Song Xi's thigh. She has to lower down to get it.

She was too lazy to let him get up to avoid more trouble, and she could not bend down herself. She had to bend her knees to reach the same level as him.

When the wet cotton swab touched his lips, it was cold at first and then hot. Georgeson was staring at a certain typesetting in the book. He knew that word, and he knew several words beside it. But when the words were combined together, he suddenly couldn't understand it, because his mind was not in the book at all.

As far as Yu Guang can reach, Song Xi is a cream white silk Pajama with dark hair and picturesque eyebrows. She is the kind of person who looks beautiful without makeup because of her good eyebrows and thick eyelashes.

Under the warm yellow light, her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of warm Phnom Penh, and her eyes were devout, only staring at Georgeson's lips.

Georges Sheng is unavoidably confused. He calls her up in the middle of the night. No one knows better than him whether it's because of a sore mouth or to upset her.

He said angry words today, and saw that she was at a loss. He thought that she would cry secretly when she went back, but looking at her appearance, it seemed that she didn't cry, and her eyes were not red.

It's hard for George Sheng to accept that he thinks too much, or in other words, he can't admit that he's worried too much, so when Song Xi takes back the cotton swab, he orders in a indifferent voice: ”I'm hungry.”