Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, her eyes skipped over Song Xuan, and looked at the people behind him.
Behind Song Xuan, at the door of the storage room, stood four or five boys.
The hair on their heads was colorful. They were the little brothers I saw yesterday. They lowered their heads and kicked the chairs on the ground playfully.
There was a person sitting on the chair, his hands and feet were bound, and his mouth was wrapped with tape. He couldn't make a sound, let alone escape. He could only hunched over and was kicked and beaten by four people.
"Transfer student." Song Xuan called out again.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly, she took two steps back, and immediately closed the door.
Only fools go!
No fool would go there and get beaten!
Wen quickly locked the door with trembling fingertips, and retreated to the corner.
He pinched his palms and quickly looked around the small room.
Except for one door, there is only a small exhaust fan leading to the outside. It is tall and small, and it is impossible to get out with a gentle figure.
If you can't run...
Wen Qing lowered her eyes, wanting to see if there was any weapon in her hand.
But here, apart from the school uniform, it is the upholstery.
The most aggressive thing is probably his fist.
Wen pursed his lips tightly.
Footsteps outside the door approached.
Immediately afterwards, the wooden door shook.
Song Xuan's angry voice sounded outside the door: "Open the door."
Wen Qing stood at the farthest place from the door, motionless.
"Bang bang bang—"
The wooden door vibrated more and more violently.
The wooden door was very worn out and looked very old, as was the lock on it.
Wen Qing looked at the door lock nervously, watching helplessly as Song Xuan kicked the door, several cracks appeared on the edge of the door lock.
"Click—"
A corner of the wooden door was broken.
"boom-"
The whole door was kicked crookedly by Song Xuan.
The wooden door was tilted askew, the lock dangling from above, and slowly smashed to the ground.
Song Xuan stretched out his hand to grab the door and pushed it aside.
Every movement he made raised up the surrounding dust, flying all over the air, lingering in front of Wen Qing.
A little dust floated into the eyes through the eyelashes, and Wen Qing's eyes turned red all of a sudden.
Song Xuan pushed open the door, walked in sideways, and saw Wen Qing standing by the wall.
His eyes were slightly red, and his fair face was stained with a little dust, like a little rabbit running into a dead end, nervously huddling in a corner.
Song Xuan's footsteps paused slightly, and a flame ignited again inexplicably in his heart.
He narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Let you come here."
"Don't you understand?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, not daring to speak.
He was a little afraid of Song Xuan, and also his little brothers.
The violence outside the door did not stop because of Song Xuan, Wen Qing clearly heard the sound of fists and flesh, and even heard someone holding something made of steel and dragging it against the ground, making harsh and sharp rubbing sounds.
Wen Qing's face turned pale, and she quickly asked the system in her heart: [System, can sex be used on multiple people at the same time?]
001: [No.]
Hearing the answer she didn't want, Wen Qing's face turned paler.
Huangmao and the others are here, this item cannot be used on Song Xuan.
The halo of the victim... He wanted to leave it to Fu Ranxiu.
The one week cooldown is too long.
Wen twitched his eyelashes, weighing in his heart whether it was better to be beaten or to clear the level and leave the dungeon early.
From Song Xuan's point of view, this appearance was that of a useless little white rabbit who was frightened to death.
Because of myself.
Because of the violent scene behind it.
Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing's trembling eyelashes.
He thought, like a small flying insect that keeps trembling, it makes people feel a little itchy, and wants to pinch and fiddle with it.
The thought arose, and the little flame in his heart became stronger again.
Song Xuan poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and asked, "Transfer student, who sent you here?"
Seeing that he didn't intend to hit her for the time being, Wen Qing lowered her eyes and said slowly: "Squad leader..."
Hearing these two words, Song Xuan sneered, moved his eyes from Wen Qing's face to his white fingers, and said in a harsh tone, "Are you here to play?"
Wen gently flexed his fingers and grasped the school uniform in his hand.
He didn't know if what Song Xuan said just now was a question or a mockery.
His eyelashes trembled, and he looked up at Song Xuan.
Looking straight into Wen Qing's beautiful eyes, Song Xuan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little uneasy for no reason, and then asked: "Did you make it for him with your hands?"
"..."
Wen Qing was now sure that what Song Xuan said just now was asking a question.
"No," he pursed his lips, and said slowly, "the monitor brought us to get the school uniforms."
"There are others."
Song Xuan sneered, and he glanced at Wen Qing's thin long sleeves, which were obviously bought from the school supermarket, with a huge and ugly fake logo printed on them.
"So listen to the monitor." Song Xuan glanced at the piles of school uniforms on the ground, raised his jaw slightly, "Change."
Wen Qing was stunned.
Song Xuan raised the corner of his mouth: "What? Didn't that guy Fu Ranxiu tell you to change your school uniform?"
"Say, I said..." Wen Qing replied vaguely, frowning slightly.
With his back against the cold wall, his mind was very clear.
Song Xuan knew that Fu Ranxiu would let them change their school uniforms.
Song Xuan was very upset with Fu Ranxiu inside and out, but he knew him well...
"Transfer Students."
Song Xuan kicked the school uniform piled up beside his feet, and sneered, "Wait for me to do it?"
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and tightened his fingertips on the school uniform.
He only wore a long sleeve today.
Sung Hyun is clearly asking him to take off his clothes...
If Song Xuan is gay, Wen Qing can guess what Song Xuan is thinking.
But judging from yesterday's reaction, Song Xuan is not only not gay, but also disgustingly gay.
Why watch a guy undress
Changing clothes is not humiliating to ordinary straight men, is it
...
After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing tentatively said to Song Xuan, "I, I'm gay."
Song Xuan stared blankly, and said coldly: "I know."
Wen asked softly: "Then do you still want to watch me change my clothes?"
Fear of gay men watching gays change clothes
Are you asking for nausea
In the next second, Wen Qing knew that he was wrong.
Big mistake.
Song Xuan sneered, and stepped on the girl's school uniform on the ground with his toes: "Let you fucking wear this."
"Want to be seen by me?"
Wen Qing ignored Song Xuan's foul language, he pursed his lips, and glanced at Huang Mao and others outside the door.
They are still there.
Temporarily cannot use props on Song Xuan.
Wen gently lowered his head, slowly opened the plastic bag of the women's school uniform, and took out the clothes.
The upper body of boys and girls is white shirts, but the school uniform shirts of girls have a waistline, which is more slim.
Wen Qing picked up the shirt first and put the skirt aside.
He tugged at the corner of his clothes, and asked Song Xuan in a low voice: "That... can you close the door?"
His voice was low and trailing, Song Xuan was slightly dazed, turned around unknowingly, and erected the crooked door without leaving a gap for Huang Mao and others.
Wen Qing was startled, he thought Song Xuan wouldn't close the door, he had already thought of an excuse.
He is gay and likes to be watched by boys, Song Xuan will close the door by himself in disgust.
Wen Qing didn't want to take advantage of the opportunity to escape, but just wanted to separate Song Xuan from his younger brothers, and when the younger brothers cared about Song Xuan, they used props to escape.
"Transfer student." Song Xuan spoke again.
Wen Qing grabbed the corner of the clothes, lifted them up quickly, and took off the clothes.
He used his fastest speed, but in Song Xuan's view, all the movements seemed to be in slow motion, and he could see everything at a glance.
The skin is very white, without any body hair, the waist is slender, can be held with two hands, and the chest is adorned with a faint pink.
After putting on the shirt, it was obvious that the school uniform thrown to him was a bit too big, and it was lightly lined like a child stealing an adult's clothes, buttoning it hastily.
Buckle up one by one, covering up bit by bit.
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and moved his throat slightly.
I saw that Wen Qing buttoned a wrong button in a hurry, the collar was crooked, revealing her delicate collarbone.
Under the dim light in the storage room, it looked very astringent.
It's like... someone just messed with it.
"Brother Song, how do you deal with that kid?"
Huangmao's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting his thoughts.
Song Xuan lowered his face: "Same as usual."
Huang Mao asked again: "Then we still need us..."
Song Xuan said coldly: "You can get lost."
Hearing this, Wen Qing paused with his fingertips, thinking, wait a little longer.
The sound of footsteps outside the door faded away, and because of poor sound insulation, Wen Qing could clearly hear the conversation of several people outside:
"What did Brother Song say?"
"Let's deal with this bastard."
"What about the transfer students?"
"Brother Song wants to do it himself."
"Myself? But..."
"Don't be so fucking bad, move people quickly, this dead fat pig is really fucking heavy."
...
While listening to the movements of the younger brothers outside, Wen Qing talked to Song Xuan, trying to delay the time.
"I-I don't want to wear a skirt."
Song Xuan tilted his head, his eyes slipped from his wide collar to his parted lips.
The lips are bright red, and the lips are slightly convex, as if they are asking for a kiss.
What a fucking sao.
"Can you?" Wen asked softly.
Song Xuan's head buzzed, as if a string had broken.
Without thinking about it, he strode up to Wen Qing, raised his hand to cover the back of his head, and kissed him forcefully.
Before Wen Qing could react, there was a pain on her lips, and tears flowed out instantly, swirling in her eyes.
He wanted to push Song Xuan away, but Song Xuan's strength was too great. He pressed the back of his head with one hand, grabbed his two wrists with the other, and pressed them against his chest.
Song Xuan didn't close his eyes, he opened them, and met Shang Wen's eyes filled with water vapor at close range, and his blood surged instantly.
He sucked the warm and full lips, and sucked them vigorously. When the other party opened his mouth in pain, his tongue pressed into the mouth, tightly entangled.
Wen Qing was so painful and numb from this rough kiss, her eyes darkened slightly, and she couldn't breathe.
He raised his foot with difficulty and kicked towards Song Xuan.
Song Xuan didn't dodge, and received the kick directly, and at the same time, his right foot took advantage of the situation to press between his feet, getting closer and closer.
"Hmm..." Wen Qing's mouth was blocked, and she couldn't make a sound at all. She could only make a sound like a kitten meowing from her throat.
He didn't know why, Song Xuan's movements became more and more violent, and he clung to the tip of his tongue.
The scorching breath spewed on his face, which was hot and humid, like a big human dog.
After a while, when Wen Qing was almost passed out by the kiss, Song Xuan finally let go of his mouth.
Wen Qing leaned weakly on Song Xuan's arm, her lips were swollen and painful, trembling slightly.
Song Xuan stared straight at his mouth, the lip line was blurred by his kiss, and there was a faint red around it.
Probably because he kissed too hard, the blush on the transfer student's cheek spread to the pinna.
It seemed that he was being bullied miserably, and it seemed that he was letting him continue to bully.
Song Xuan licked away the water stains on his lips, and for the first time in his life, he had feelings for a man.
Wen Qing's pupils shrank: "You, you..."
"You can't be sensual."