Wen Qing stared blankly at Fu Ranxiu.
Touch, touch you
Is it that straightforward
Fu Ranxiu's pupils were dark and dark, not affected by the lenses of the glasses at all, but a little more indifferent because of the luster of the lenses, like a robot in human skin.
There was no emotion on his face, nor in his eyes, without any desire, as if he didn't say the two words just now.
Facing Fu Ranxiu's face, Wen Qing inexplicably suspected that she was thinking wrong.
He hesitated and asked, "Touch, where are you touching?"
Fu Ranxiu looked at him and said lightly, "Fair deal."
The implication is that the place touched is directly proportional to his answer.
Wen Qing understands the meaning of these four words, but after thinking about it carefully for a while, the meaning of "fair trade" means that he can touch anywhere.
In that case... it's not like he can't do it...
Wen Qing's expression relaxed, thinking to himself, it was he who touched Fu Ranxiu, not Fu Ranxiu who touched him.
It was he who ate Fu Ranxiu's tofu, and it was not Fu Ranxiu who ate his.
No matter how I think about it, I made money by myself, met people, and got answers to questions.
Seeing the change in Wen Qing's expression, Fu Ranxiu took two steps forward and asked calmly, "Are you coming down? Or should I go up?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the gentle bed.
Although there was nothing on the bed, the quilt was crooked, and a small half was still hanging outside the bed, which was in stark contrast to the neatly arranged bed on the other side.
Wen Qing picked up the quilt and stammered, "No need."
"Don't get so close."
Fu Ranxiu looked up at him.
Wen Qing said slowly, "It would be nice if you walked over a little longer."
Fu Ranxiu took another step forward.
The mint smell of the shower gel hits the face, dyed with water vapor, cool and wet.
Wen Qing couldn't help wrinkling her nose.
Facing Fu Ranxiu's face at close range, he couldn't help grabbing the corner of the quilt nervously: "I, I'm doing it."
Fu Ranxiu looked at him quietly without urging him, but Wen Qing felt his gaze on her hand.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, propped his left hand on the bed, leaned forward slightly, raised his right hand, and slowly reached out to Fu Ranxiu.
over the cheeks, and eventually landed on his head.
Fu Ranxiu frowned slightly.
Wen Qing put her hands on his head, ran her fingers through his wet hair, and gently rubbed it.
The palms are wet and cool.
Wen gently touched it twice, then immediately withdrew his hand, looked down at Fu Ranxiu, and said without changing his face, "It's over."
Fu Ranxiu half-closed his eyes, his eyes resting on Wen Qing's right hand.
His fingers were moist and glowing with a faint luster. He could imagine that the hand fell on his head just now, and the tender white fingers interspersed with the black hair.
Fu Ranxiu lowered his eyes slightly and tightened his throat.
Wen Qing didn't know what he was imagining. Seeing that Fu Ranxiu had been silent for a long time, she repeated the question again: "Why do you bully the transfer students?"
Fu Ranxiu withdrew his gaze and said slowly, "You know why."
Wen Qing froze for a moment: "I don't know."
"You know." Fu Ranxiu said.
Wen Qing opened her mouth and was about to speak, but when she met Fu Ranran's indifferent eyebrows, she slowly came to her senses.
He knew it, and so did the other players.
Because bullying transfer students will get better grades.
He was shocked, but how would Fu Ranxiu know that he knew
Wen pursed his lips lightly, thinking that Fu Ranxiu didn't regard the transfer students as students in his class, and also said that they wouldn't stay here for long...
An unbelievable thought flashed through his mind: Fu Ranxiu didn't know they were players, did he
He quickly asked in his heart: [System, will it?]
001: [Theoretically not.]
In theory
Wen Qing's face changed slightly: [It's still possible, right?]
001 didn't speak.
Wen Qing guessed that the answer to the question was yes.
He lowered his eyes and continued to ask 001: [Can I ask Fu Ranxiu this question?]
001: [The player cannot talk to the aborigines about the dungeon game.]
Wen Qing asked in a low voice: [What do you mean by being unable?]
001: [You can try it.]
Wen Qing immediately asked Fu Ranxiu: "You..."
Know that we are gamers
He couldn't say this sentence completely.
When he said the second word, his voice seemed to disappear, and his lips couldn't move.
Wen Qing had no choice but to give up asking Fu Ranxiu.
He pursed his lips and asked, "The question just now, why did you bully the transfer student?"
"Except for what I know..."
Before he could finish asking, Fu Ranxiu reminded: "Fair trade."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she stopped asking.
The reason for the improvement of a class of students' grades is half of the advanced tasks. If you want to get this answer, it should be more than just touching.
Wen Qing hesitated for a while, reached out and approached Fu Ranxiu's cheek, and gently pinched it.
There was no flesh on Fu Ranxiu's cheeks, and when he pinched his cheeks, his face was distorted, and his cold expression disappeared, but it was much more cute.
Wen gently pulled it off, and when he let go, he wiped all the water from Fu Ranxiu's hair on his face.
"Why do you want me to share a bedroom with you?"
"You are not in good health." Fu Ranxiu said lightly.
As the breeze blew, the wetness on the cheeks dried quickly, and the skin touched by Wen Qing slowly tightened, as if a mouth was gently sucking.
Fu Ranxiu stared at Wen Qing's beautiful eyebrows, his heart skipped a beat, and his breathing became heavy.
Wen Qing didn't notice the change in Fu Ranxiu, he lowered his head, still thinking about the meaning of the other party's words.
Because of poor health so a dormitory.
Other players will be bullied by the people in the dormitory...
Coupled with the delicate and frail body on the identity card, the textbooks are full of malice, and the simple main task...
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, the player wouldn't be bullied to death by them, right
Or use the player's life as a sacrifice
But the students in other classes said that there is no bad news in the first class...
Thinking about it, Wen Qing stretched out her hand again.
This time, before the fingertips touched Fu Ranxiu's face, his wrist was held.
Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids, gently rubbed his wrist with his fingertips, and said lightly, "It was a discount just now."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, forgetting to even withdraw her hand.
"You, have you raised the price?"
Fu Ranxiu let go of his hand and repeated: "It was a discount just now."
Wen paused slightly, understanding what he meant.
Just now I was taking advantage of the loopholes, but now Fu Ranxiu won't let him take the advantage.
Fu Ranxiu asked calmly, "Do you want to ask more?"
Wen gently flexed his fingers, thinking, of course he would.
He still has a lot of questions.
Fu Ranxiu glanced at his expression, stood motionless beside Wen Qing's bed, without raising his eyebrows, like an extremely patient hunter, quietly waiting for the prey to fall into the net.
Wen Qing struggled for a moment, then raised her hand again to caress Fu Ranxiu's neck.
Fu Ranxiu's skin was cool, with a trace of coldness, his Adam's apple was raised, rolling up and down, rubbing against his palm.
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled slightly, touching Fu Ranxiu's carotid artery.
He could clearly feel the heartbeat rate of the other party.
Soon, unlike his superficial indifference.
Fu Ranxiu pursed his lips, his eyes darkened, and the indifference between his brows faded slightly.
His expression didn't seem to change, but there were many changes, and there was an inexplicable astringency on his face.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her cheeks became hot and stained red.
He quickly touched Fu Ranxiu's neck with trembling fingertips.
The skins of the two were touching, and Wen Qing could feel Fu Ranxiu's gradually rising body temperature, which was a little hot, burning his palms.
Wen Qing hurriedly asked: "Okay, are you all right?"
Fu Ranxiu responded in a low voice.
Wen Qing felt a numbness in her palm, she quickly withdrew her hand and pressed it against the edge of the bed.
He rubbed the quilt, trying to take away Fu Ranxiu's body temperature.
After a while, Wen Qing quickly asked, "Why are the students in class one afraid of you?"
Fu Ranxiu half closed his eyes, his voice hoarse: "They rely on me."
Wen Qing is now sure.
Fu Ranxiu was really playing tricks.
Because of Fu Ranxiu, the grades of transfer students will improve when others bully them.
Because Fu Ranxiu did it, all the students in the first class were afraid of him and obeyed him.
Wen Qing scratched the quilt nervously, her heart beating faster.
He can use props.
Maybe Fu Ranxiu can end all this
Wen Qing closed his eyes, and was about to use the props, when suddenly, the bedroom door was knocked hard.
Wen Qing immediately opened her eyes, thinking it was Zhang Yang.
He didn't have time to do anything, only to see the door lock turned, the dormitory door was pushed open by a force, and slammed heavily against the wall.
"boom-"
Song Xuan stood at the door, and when he saw Wen Qing and Fu Ranxiu's extremely close distance, his face turned cold instantly.
"Fu Ranxiu, get your dirty face away."