Chapter 532 Do You Love Me?

It was five minutes before twelve o'clock at night. Qiao Aiwen suddenly received a call from Ling Yue. She was so excited that she danced with joy. She decisively left Song Xi behind and accepted his call without hesitation.

"Hello?" I had been waiting for his call all day, which was obviously heart-breaking, but the moment I answered the call, I felt particularly calm.

Ling Yue's voice came from the phone: "I have a friend in Ye City. When I go back tomorrow, I asked him to bring some specialties from Sa City. Tomorrow afternoon or evening, he will go to Yinmao Mall. You can go get it."

Qiao Aiwen asked casually: "What specialty?"

Ling Yue said: "The dried mutton and hazelnuts are for you, and the matsutake mushrooms and Ganoderma lucidum are for your family."

After finishing her words, Qiao Aiwen smiled and said, "Is this considered a gift to my future mother-in-law?"

Ling Yue's tone was light and somewhat displeased: "If you don't want it, just say so."

Even though she was thousands of miles away, she could still imagine the expression on his face. She clearly thought so, but still refused to admit it.

"You called me just to tell me this?" Qiao Aiwen said.

Ling Yue said 'hmm': "It's okay, I'm hanging up."

Qiao Aiwen immediately stopped him: "Hey, I haven't talked enough yet, I miss you..."

She was so tired every day that Ling Yue's voice unconsciously softened: "Aren't you at home during the day?"

"Here, what's wrong?"

Ling Yue wanted to say, why didn't you call me, but when the words came to his lips, he turned away. Seeing that Valentine's Day was about to pass, he really couldn't wait for her call, so he had to take the initiative to call.

Qiao Aiwen didn't reveal anything, but she kept him chatting for more than forty minutes.

In Hong Kong, Song Xi would look at her phone on the bed and walk around a few times. George Sheng had dinner with her and left at eight o'clock. He said he would be back at ten o'clock at the latest, but it was almost one o'clock in the morning. Not back yet.

Not sure if there was a temporary change at work, Song Xi sent him a text message: Xiao Sheng, aren't you finished yet? When are you coming back? I'm bored all alone.

Finally, I added a few crying emoticons.

George Sheng didn't reply to her. Song Xi waited until 1:30 and sent another message to George Sheng: Maotou Sheng, I'm almost tired of waiting for you. When will you come back? I am sleepy, hungry, hungry and cold...

Half a minute after this message was sent, Song Xi's cell phone rang. It was George Sheng who sent her a reply: I'm busy, you go to bed first.

Song Xizhen really thought that George Sheng was really busy with something urgent, so he immediately replied: Okay, you are busy, don't worry about me, I'm very fine, come on!

Finally getting a reply, Song Xi felt at ease. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could see a 180-degree view of the sea. There was a layer of silver-white light floating on the sea. It was not moonlight, but the light cast by nearby buildings. It was also rippled at night. Sparkling, like an illusion.

The two of them will return to Night City tomorrow morning. Song Xi thought tonight would be the highlight, but unexpectedly... she felt a little disappointed for a moment, but she felt more sorry for George Sheng. He spent the whole day either accompanying her or working, so he really of hard work.

When he comes back, she will reward him with a massage.

Perhaps she was thinking that Song Xi did not sleep as soundly as usual. She heard the faint sound of water in her ears and slowly squinted her eyes. She saw a light in the direction of the bathroom and George Sheng was back.

A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened, and Song Xi immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, hoping to scare him for a while.

Not long after, George Sheng came over wearing slippers. Song Xi remained motionless and felt that he lifted the quilt and the soft big bed sank slightly.

Waking up and waiting for his next move, it felt a bit like waiting for something to happen. Song Xi was wondering if he would hug him directly. However, after waiting for a few seconds, she heard the crisp sound of the lighter, and George Sheng did not touch her, but leaned against the bed and smoked.

It's not that she is too confident that George Sheng will touch her, but that George Sheng doesn't touch her at all, which is too strange.

When I opened my eyes, there was no light in the room, there were only blurry shadows beside me, and a fiery red smoke spot in the darkness.

Song Xi asked: "What's wrong?"

George Sheng turned his head and looked at her: "Not sleeping?"

Song Xi listened to his inexplicably cold voice and raised her hand to hold his left hand. Her voice was not without tension: "Did the project negotiation not go smoothly?"

George Sheng was silent for a moment, and his action of putting out his cigarette in the ashtray was normal. However, he turned around, suddenly lifted the quilt and pressed it on her. Without any explanation, he lowered his head to kiss her. He brushed his teeth and took a shower. But there was still an unmistakable smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body, mixed with the man's bulging domineering appearance, instantly shrouding Song Xi in danger.

He not only kissed her, but also grabbed her body through her pajamas. His breath suddenly became heavy. In the quiet night, Song Xi heard the ambiguous sound he made when he sucked her lips.

It's not that she doesn't want to give it, but a normal woman's first reaction at such a moment must be to resist. He scared her.

However, when Song Xi struggled for a moment, George Sheng immediately stopped him. He put a hand on one side of her chest and slid his lips towards her soft and sweet neck.

Song Xi finally had time to speak, unable to push him away, and called his name in a panic: "George Sheng, get up, are you drunk too much..."

He pushed aside one shoulder strap of her nightgown, and moved his soft lips from her neck to her shoulder. Along with Song Xi's uncontrollable cry, he bit her shoulder.

Does it hurt?

In fact, it didn't hurt that much. Song Xi was mostly frightened. He didn't know what kind of stimulation George Sheng suddenly received. He would have been emotional a few nights ago, but not like now, without saying a word. Song Xi had no doubt. , as long as he wanted to, he would rape her every minute.

But when she shouted, George Sheng's whole body tensed up and stopped.

Both of them were as motionless as convulsions. She still kept her hands clasping his arms. George Sheng straddled her, arching his back and leaning over, his head hanging on her shoulders, feeling her Nervous and even afraid, he slowly raised his head. He looked down at her in the darkness and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Song Xi said nothing, and George Sheng lowered his head to kiss her again, this time softly and affectionately. Song Xi neither refused nor responded, making it clear that she was still annoyed by his sudden madness.

George Sheng kissed her, then raised his head and came to her shoulder again. Song Xi thought he was going to bite her again, so she instinctively shrank. George Sheng held her down: "Don't move."

As expected, Song Xi stopped moving. His lips came to the place where he had bitten before. There were still traces of his teeth there. He kissed it gently at first, and then inadvertently stretched out the tip of his tongue and swept it gently.

Song Xi's skin was smooth and tender, and the numbness immediately washed over her entire body from the few centimeters where the tip of his tongue touched her. All her hairs stood on end, and even her toes had the urge to curl up.

George Sheng was like a beast. He was angered for some reason before, but now he gradually calmed down, gentle and noble.

Song Xi knew that he would not be stupid again, so he asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you?" As soon as he spoke, he was so aggrieved that he almost cried.

George Sheng was still pressed against her, with his face less than ten centimeters away from hers. His thin lips opened, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Do you love me?"