Wen Qing's voice was thick nasal, sticky, and slightly hoarse.
The voice echoed in his ears, and Song Xuan's body felt more and more intense.
"you… "
He opened his mouth, and then felt something was wrong.
All the strength in my body seemed to be drained in an instant.
Song Xuan's legs went limp, and he fell straight down.
Wen Qing originally had no strength because of the kiss just now, but Song Xuan fell directly on top of him, and was overwhelmed even with him.
Fortunately, the floor was covered with cushions, so he didn't feel any pain from the fall, but his whole face was buried in Song Xuan's strong chest, he was a little out of breath, and his eyes turned black.
Wen Qing instinctively breathed hard to absorb oxygen.
It seemed that only Wen Qing's sticky breathing was left in Song Xuan's ears, and his chest was hot and itchy.
He clearly felt that the shirt around Wen Qing's mouth was wet with breath, and it was tightly covering his body.
The thin fabric seemed to be pressing heavily on his heart, and Song Xuan's heart beat faster and faster, as if it was going to jump out of his chest.
Changes in the body cannot be controlled.
Wen Qing originally wanted to slow down for a while before getting up, but the two were close together, and he sensed Song Xuan.
He wanted to push the reason to the props, but before the props were used, Song Xuan had already...
Wen Qing gritted her teeth, opened her mouth so angrily, and bit Song Xuan's arm hard with her head tilted.
There was a muffled hum from above his head.
Hearing this sound, Wen Qing bit harder and harder.
Song Xuan couldn't help squinting his eyes, this pain was nothing to him.
He didn't feel pain, but felt that the little rabbit in his arms was probably angry.
The rabbit bit people anxiously.
Biting him on purpose, hooking him.
Song Xuan flexed his fingers, pressed Wen Qing's head on himself.
He lowered his head, resting his chin on the top of Wen Qing's head, stroking the soft hair with his fingertips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Put harder."
Wen Qing was startled, and felt Song Xuan's temperature more clearly, coming menacingly.
He gritted his teeth and pushed Song Xuan's hand away.
Song Xuan really had no strength, and his right hand was easily pushed away by him.
He looked sideways at Wen Qing's flushed cheeks and asked, "A transfer student."
"what did you do to me?"
Be your big head ghost.
Wen Qing scolded him in her heart, and tried to push Song Xuan's body.
It was too heavy, as if a mountain was pressing on him, and he couldn't push it away.
Wen Qing took a deep breath and moved aside with difficulty.
[System, how long will this item take effect?]
001: [Time for sex once.]
Wen Qing moved out little by little, and caught a glimpse of Song Xuan blocking his way with his arm, he slapped it away fiercely, and continued to ask in his heart: [How long was that?]
001: [It varies from person to person.]
Wen pursed his lips lightly and continued to crawl outside.
After crawling for a while, half of his body has left Song Xuan's oppression, and his calf is on his side, sticking to Song Xuan's body.
Wen Qing's calf was hot, and she thought, um... Song Xuan should have been there for a long time.
Song Xuan tilted his head, hooked his fingers around the corner of Wen Qing's clothes, admiring the way he slowly moved out.
The wide neckline slanted down, revealing half of his round, white and tender shoulders. His skin was white and tender, and after moving on the rough mat for a while, his shoulders turned slightly red.
Every time Wen Qing moves, the clothes will shift to varying degrees, collarbone, chest, waist...
The brand new white shirt was wrinkled and stained with dust. It was pitiful and made people feel protective and destructive.
Song Xuan looked at Wen Qing seriously.
He didn't recover until he was patted on the back of his hand.
Wen Qing managed to get out, and when she turned her head, she saw Song Xuan hooking his clothes.
He tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Let go!"
Of course Song Xuan didn't want to let go, but at this moment he was not Wen Qing's opponent at all.
Wen Qing pulled back her clothes, and was so tired that she sat down on the soft cushion beside her to pant.
He didn't dare to stay longer, so after a while, he got up and picked up the size M school uniform on the ground, and walked towards the door.
Song Xuan stared at his back, and said with a low smile, "Transfer student."
"Your butt is pretty up."
"Has that guy Fu Ranxiu touched it?"
Touch your head!
Wen Qing paused, turned around and walked to Song Xuan's side, and kicked Song Xuan's waist in anger.
"You're crazy!"
Song Xuan's body swayed slightly, lying on his back after being kicked.
He didn't care about Wen Qing's behavior at all, raised his eyebrows, raised his hand falsely, and pointed down: "Kick here."
Wen Qing looked at where he was pointing, her cheeks flushed slightly.
How dare you play hooligans!
He bent down and slapped Song Xuan on the face.
"Snapped-"
Crisp applause echoed in the narrow storage room.
Wen Qing exerted the greatest strength, and Song Xuan's face was deflected by him.
He didn't know if Song Xuan was in pain or not, he only knew that he was going to die of pain.
The palm was red and numb from the pain, Wen Qing almost shed tears.
Wen Qing took a deep breath, held back tears, and cursed: "You, you are sick!"
Song Xuan turned his head to look at him, his right cheek was slightly flushed.
He pressed his tongue against his cheek, and said indifferently, "Well, I'm crazy."
Wen lightly pursed his lips, not knowing what to scold for a while.
He doesn't swear too much, and doesn't know how to swear.
He thought for a while, grabbed Song Xuan's hair, and threatened fiercely: "You are not allowed to talk nonsense!"
Song Xuan stared blankly at Wen Qing's eyes.
His eyes were red with obvious anger, and his light brown pupils became brighter, like glass beads.
I want to lick and play.
Song Xuan blinked, and his gaze involuntarily slid down, staying on Wen Qing's chest.
He is bent over, his collar is open, and his upper body can be seen at a glance.
"Snapped-"
There was another crisp applause.
Wen Qing pulled up his collar, blushed, and continued to threaten: "You are not allowed to touch me."
"Did you hear that?!"
Song Xuan licked his lips: "I heard it."
Wen Qing has never threatened anyone like this in her life, and she didn't know what to say after she finished saying what she wanted to say.
He paused, imitating the lines of the TV series, and said fiercely: "If you dare to do this again, the next time, the next time, it won't be as simple as lack of strength!"
"Be careful!"
Song Xuan closed his eyes half-closed, and his voice was hoarse: "Be careful with fate or fate with gen?"
Wen Qing only heard him talking nonsense again, but didn't notice that there was something wrong with his voice, so she raised her hand and slapped it down again.
Song Xuan's breathing became heavier.
Wen Qing's eyes widened: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Song Xuan snorted softly and narrowed his eyes.
Wen Qing thought for a while, then asked, "Are you familiar with the monitor?"
Song Xuan paused, looked up at Wen Qing: "Don't mention spoilers."
His voice was hoarse, and his breath was not right.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, she looked down at Song Xuan's hand, and slapped him on the face again in anger.
Neuropathy!
Dead pervert!
...
Wen lightly kicked Song Xuan's leg, turned his head and walked out, not forgetting to take his new school uniform.
Song Xuan stared at his back with burning pain on his face.
He licked his lips, sniffing the faint fragrance in the air, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
This bunny is quite spicy.
Wen Qing left the storage room without looking back, and as soon as he reached the stairs, he saw Huang Mao and other younger brothers walking towards him.
Seeing Wen Qing's appearance, the younger brothers all froze and stood still.
Wen Qing hurriedly quickened her pace and walked towards another corner.
Fortunately, Huang Mao and others did not come to chase him, they just muttered behind him:
"Fuck, that transfer student's eyes are red, did he cry?"
"I must have cried. Seeing that his clothes are like that, Brother Song has done a heavy hand."
"Brother Song deserves to be Brother Song, he actually beat a big man to tears."
...
Wen Qing paused, walked quickly up to the second floor, and walked directly into the men's room.
It's morning reading time, and there is no one in the toilet.
He changed his clothes, washed his face and mouth.
Wen Qing stayed in front of the mirror for a long time, and waited until her mouth was not so red or swollen, then wiped off the water droplets on her face, and slowly returned to the classroom.
When I returned to the classroom, the self-study had already ended, and the students were busy with their own affairs, no one looked at Wen Qing more.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to his seat.
He looked at Jiang Yan, who was lying on the table, unable to move, and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Wen took a sip of milk, slowly opened the bread, and looked at the other players.
Zhang Yang and Chen Jing were not there. Apart from him and Jiang Yan, there was only Xu Yuan in the classroom.
Xu Yuan lowered her head and was about to have breakfast.
"Xu Yuan!"
Suddenly, a girl with short hair walked quickly past Wen Qing, jumped to Xu Yuan's side, and shouted her name.
Xu Yuan was not frightened and turned around calmly.
In the next second, the short-haired girl raised her arm and knocked off the breakfast in Xu Yuan's hand.
The short-haired girl quickly said, "Oh, I'm sorry."
Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment: "It's okay."
She leaned over to pick it up, and the short-haired girl moved aside, stepping on Xu Yuan's sleeve.
Black footprints are printed on the white sleeves.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to."
As she said that, the short-haired girl took a step, stepped on the bread, and said to Xu Yuan, "Hey, forget it, don't eat this bread..."
"I will compensate you."
Xu Yuan raised her head and stared blankly at the short-haired girl.
Wen Qing who was not far away was also stunned.
It's clear from his perspective.
This short-haired girl deliberately ruined Xu Yuan's breakfast, and stepped on Xu Yuan on purpose, obviously she can avoid it...
Wen Wei frowned slightly, glanced at Fu Ranxiu at the table in front of him, bit the bread, and ate breakfast quickly.
He only bought one loaf.
"You can eat my sandwich," the short-haired girl finished speaking, took out a sandwich and handed it to Xu Yuan, "I made this myself this morning."
Xu Yuan didn't answer, and the girls at the same table and at the front and back tables said one after another:
"Eat, Fangfang didn't do it on purpose."
"She has rough hands and feet, don't be angry."
"Xu Yuan, you won't be angry about such a trivial matter, will you?"
...
"I..." Xu Yuan hesitated for a while, but still took the sandwich from the short-haired girl, "I'm not angry."
The short-haired girl named Fangfang smiled and urged, "Eat quickly."
"Class is about to start, and you have to hurry up and study in class."
Xu Yuan had a bad premonition in her heart, but surrounded by several classmates, she could only carefully bite into the sandwich.
She only took a bite, but in the next second, she saw a black thing in the bread, its tentacles trembling and moving.
"Ahhh!!"
Xu Yuan threw away the sandwich in horror, pushed Fang Fang away, and ran out of the classroom retching.
Wen gently lowered his eyes and looked at the sandwich on the ground.
The bread and lettuce of the sandwich were scattered all over the place, and a huge cockroach was lying on the lettuce.
Wen Qing's face changed slightly, and the bread in his mouth seemed to have a strange smell.
Fangfang and the others looked at Xu Yuan's back, and said with a smile, "What, I can't help being so funny."
"You're so timid, hahaha."
"A little toy is so scared." Fangfang smiled, bent down to pick up the cockroach, and patted it.
The body of the cockroach was shaking like jelly, limp, obviously it was just a toy that looked like a cockroach.
"Hahaha, I guess she doesn't want to eat today."
"It's good to be hungry all day."
"Is there a physical education class today? Let me see."
...
Hearing the undisguised malice of the girls, Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at the other students.
They looked indifferent, doing their own things, not affected by the words of Fangfang and others at all, and they didn't even glance at them, as if they were used to similar things.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.
Suddenly, Fu Ranxiu moved.
Wen Qing quickly opened the book and pretended to study.
He lowered his eyes and stared blankly.
Long black marks were drawn on the book by the black pen. The force was so heavy that it directly pierced through the paper.
Here and there in the margins of the book are twisted black letters: DIE.
to die!
to die!
to die!