Chapter 493 (1/2)

When they got home, they were on the second floor and the third floor respectively. Song Xi was called downstairs after taking a bath by Georges Sheng. She was wearing a set of water pink pajamas and pushed the door open. Georges Sheng had just finished taking a bath, but instead of lying on the bed, she was sitting on the sofa reading.

The side head looked at her one eye, and chin a lift, signal tea table place fill color this, light way: ”draw.”

Song Ximei's eyes picked: ”you asked me to come down to draw?”

Georges Sheng face magnanimous: ”otherwise?”

Song Xi wanted to scold him. Fortunately, she chose a beautiful new Pajama to put on.

In her hesitating space, Georges Sheng has raised his hand and patted the empty seat beside him. Song Xi is not happy on his face, but he is very honest. He steps up to him and sits down. Without saying a word, he opens the coloring book and purses his lips. He looks like a child who doesn't like doing homework.

In a quiet night and a quiet room, Song Xi is painting the petals on the tea table, and Georges Sheng is sitting next to her reading a book. It's hard for ordinary people to imagine that this is Georges Sheng's way of falling in love. If you like her, you have to keep her by your side all the time.

What song Xi make complaints about is men tilling the farm and women weaving. The album was originally bought for him to pass the time, but now it has become a tool for her to kill the time. The key point is that Georgeson is sitting beside her. She is not calm and always has a wild mind. Fortunately, she didn't really ask her to paint, otherwise she would have to draw a set of scalpels for him.

George Sheng leans on the back of the sofa, and his eyes have long shifted from the book to her. Looking at her soft black hair and slender figure, he can't read what is written in the book at all. He just wants to drag her over and press her under his body to handle her. However, Song Xi's temper, even if he kisses her, she can't let him go any further. If he is too eager, It can only make her feel more insecure, or he doesn't pay attention to this feeling.

He didn't believe that she didn't want to, but the woman was thin skinned. He had to take the initiative and not be impulsive. This degree must be handled properly. To put it bluntly, it was a contest of wisdom and courage, and it also tested the patience of both sides. If he wanted to win, he had to use some means.

For example, let her see but can't touch, let her scratch her heart and lungs, scratch her ears and gills, until she can't wait, he will give her a step down, then she will naturally step down.

So now, we can't be in a hurry, we can't be in a hurry.

Song Xi thinks that Georges Sheng is pure hearted and has few desires. She also secretly mocks her own filth. If she knows that he is playing tricks on herself, she will regret not playing tricks on him.

After staying in his room for an hour, Song Xi gradually became sleepy and couldn't open his eyes. He almost knocked on the table several times. These Georges were all in his eyes and his heart was funny.

She is confused, to a beautiful rose on the black, suddenly heard the familiar low male voice: ”sleepy?”

The sound was too close. Song Xi was startled. He instinctively turned his head to look at it. As a result, he didn't see his face clearly. Georges Sheng had come forward and kissed her on the lip.

Song Xi closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep. George Sheng hugged her and asked softly, ”sleep here?”

Song Xi did not open his eyes, but clearly shook his head.

George Sheng had no accident. He knew that she was a tough one to deal with. He took her back in one hand and crossed the knee in the other. He picked her up while he got up.

Song Xiwo is in his arms and enjoys the service with peace of mind. Georges Sheng takes her to the third floor and puts her on the bed. In the dark, his eyes were burning. He slowly lowered his head to kiss her. He thought it was just a good night kiss. But when his lips touched, he was kissing deeper and deeper

When Song Xi obviously felt that his breathing was low and his body was about to press up, she opened her eyes, put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him away a little.

”Go back to sleep.” In the room without the light on, her voice is soft and soft, but it's not worth mentioning.