Hearing Wen Qing's words, Song Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and he asked back: "Do you like dogs?"
Wen Qing froze for a moment, unable to realize the meaning of this sentence for a while.
Song Xuan asked again: "Do you like it?"
Wen Qing didn't want to talk to him, and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Song Xuan propped his hands on the washstand, trapped Wen Qing beside the washstand, and asked again: "Do you like it?"
The two were very close, Wen Qing moved slightly, and Song Xuan's back could be attached to Song Xuan's body.
He glanced at Song Xuan's strong arm, leaned forward against the washstand, gritted his teeth and said, "I like it!"
"Is it done?"
Song Xuan raised his eyelids and looked straight at Wen Qing: "I can be a dog too."
Wen Qing: "???"
?
what
He looked at Song Xuan in the mirror in shock: "I, what I'm talking about is a real dog!"
animal dog!
Song Xuan's nose moved slightly, but the stench on Wen Qing's body was still there, thick and heavy, covering up his own sweet fragrance.
Wen Qing felt the sound of breathing in his ear, and the warm breath was blowing on the pinna.
His eyelashes trembled, and he looked at the mirror in front of him. The image reflected in the mirror was like Song Xuan hugging him from behind, frowned, and smelling him seriously.
Wen Qing felt a sense of dryness in her heart, and raised her hand to give Song Xuan an elbow: "Dogs are not as good at smelling as you!"
After finishing speaking, he stepped on Song Xuan again: "Get out of the way!"
Song Xuan looked at his slightly irritable appearance, and realized that Wen Qing didn't like the back position, so he let go.
Wen Qing turned around and just took a step when Song Xuan stretched out his foot to block the way.
It's okay when their backs are facing each other, but when looking directly at Song Xuan, Wen Qing can more clearly feel the difference in height and physical fitness between the two.
Wen gently frowned: "What else do you want to do?"
Song Xuan didn't speak, but directly told him what to do with actions.
Still want to smell.
Song Xuan took a step forward, touched Wen Qing's toes, lowered his head, and sniffed his collar.
It's all on the collar, it can smell for so long...
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked with a dark face, "Did you touch that stinky woman too?"
Wen Qing: "..."
Something I'm still thinking about...
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, and squeezed out two words: "No."
Song Xuan asked: "Why can it smell so long?"
Wen Qing: "... Her hair got tangled in my buttons."
Song Xuan looked at him suspiciously.
Wen Qingkui was so annoyed by him that he couldn't help asking, "It's none of your business if I touch you!"
"I love whoever I want to touch! Whoever I want to touch!"
Hearing this, Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.
Wen Qing was forced to step back, her back against the wall.
He raised his foot and wanted to walk to the other side, but Song Xuan was one step faster than him.
Song Xuan put his right foot between his feet, slightly bent his knees, and trapped him against the wall.
Song Xuan lowered his eyes, staring at Wen Qing's flushed cheeks, clear and shining eyes, with anger shining in his eyes, his whole personality was extraordinarily lively.
He stared at Wen Qing's rosy lips, perhaps because he was very angry, his lips were slightly parted, and his white teeth were faintly visible.
Song Xuan couldn't help licking his lips.
Wen Qing didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't like being trapped here by Song Xuan.
Wen Qing flexed his fingers, raised his hand and slapped Song Xuan hard on the face.
"Snapped-"
"I told you not to touch your hands or feet!"
Song Xuan stared at his lips, and asked again: "Can you move your mouth?"
Wen Qing slapped her backhand again.
Song Xuan didn't hide, and let Wen Qing hit him, and the moment he dropped his hand, he grabbed Wen Qing's hand.
When Wen Qing slapped her two times, her palms were painful and numb, and she didn't have much strength.
Fearing that Song Xuan would see that he was putting on airs, he pursed his lips tightly, without struggling, but said to Song Xuan, "Let go."
Not only did Song Xuan not let go, but he lowered his head to Wen Qing's finger, and lightly bit his fingertip.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide: "You, you bit me?"
are you crazy!
Song Xuan closed his eyes halfway, and said slowly, "Dogs can bite people."
Wen Qing froze, looking at him in disbelief.
What does this mean
Is Song Xuan going to be his dog
Are high school students playing so fancy now
Or some weird big brother and little brother ceremony
...
After a long time, Wen Qing blushed: "Bad dogs only bite people!"
Song Xuan's eyes moved slightly, he stuck out his tongue, and licked Wen Qing's fingertips.
Wen Qing was stunned.
Suddenly, footsteps came from outside.
There is no door at the washstand of Dezhi High School, only a wall.
Wen Qing was pushed against this wall by Song Xuan at this moment, and could clearly hear the movement in the corridor.
"Back to the bedroom."
"Let's go, I haven't finished the novel yet."
Their conversation was still in my ears, Wen Qing's body froze, and she wanted to withdraw her hand immediately.
Song Xuan didn't move, grabbed his hand, and suddenly caught his fingertips.
The tip of his tongue curled up and wrapped around Wen Qing's fingers.
Wen Qing blushed, listened to the footsteps outside, held her breath, and dared not speak.
Song Xuan watched his blushing face gradually spread to the ears and neck, probably because of too much emotional ups and downs, the deer's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist.
Song Xuan's throat moved slightly, thirsty and dry.
Wen Qing felt that his whole body was steaming, and when the corridor became quiet again, he stammered, "No, no licking."
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes: "Does my licking make you uncomfortable?"
Wen Qing didn't expect Song Xuan to be so perverted, and said with a trembling voice, "It's uncomfortable."
"Go away."
Song Xuan looked at his wet fingertips and said slowly, "Touch me."
"I get out of the way."
Wen Qing was a little apprehensive, Song Xuan's perversion was not like that of Ji's family, it was another kind of pervert who didn't know when it would happen or why he would have it, like a mad dog.
He really didn't want to quarrel with Song Xuan any longer, so he raised his wet right hand and wiped it hard on Song Xuan's face.
Wiping the wet fingers clean, Wen Qing looked at the looming luster on Song Xuan's face, and tried to stay calm: "Are you ready?"
Song Xuan took a step back.
Wen Qing didn't dare to wash her hands again, for fear of being entangled by Song Xuan again.
He walked towards the classroom without looking back, and within two steps, he bumped into Zhang Yang head-on.
Looking at his blushing face, Zhang Yang stopped in his tracks: "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing continued to walk forward and said vaguely: "It's nothing."
Zhang Yang grabbed him, and when he touched Wen Qing's hand, he frowned: "So hot? Are you still saying it's okay?"
"You don't have a fever, do you?"
Wen Qing opened her mouth and was about to speak when she saw Song Xuan walking over from the corner of her eye.
Zhang Yang also noticed Song Xuan, and his stern eyes, staring at Wen Qing's hand that touched him.
Zhang Yang immediately let go of Wen Qing's hand, and soon realized something was wrong.
Song Xuan's face seemed a little red.
Zhang Yang looked at Song Xuan's face, then at Wen Qing's flushed hands, and figured it out.
He turned around and followed Wen Qing to the classroom, and asked in a low voice, "Did you just train the little brother?"
Wen Qing was silent for a long time, then nodded.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but say the quintessence of the country: "Damn it, you're a big brother."
"Sure enough, people live up to their name."
Wen Qing: "..."
He walked into the classroom silently and sat down on his seat.
Soon, there was a slight movement behind him, and Song Xuan sat down.
The two came in one after the other without attracting any attention.
Wen Qing lay on the table, using the cold table to cool down.
Soon, the class bell rang.
Wen calmed down for a while, then slowly raised his head when he heard the continuous rustling sound.
Fu Ranxiu was handing out the test papers.
There are two huge words written on the blackboard—[Li Zong]
Evening self-study is not reading and studying, but an exam.
"150 minutes."
After Fu Ranxiu finished speaking, the whole class started to work on the questions together.
Players also have test papers.
Wen Qing pretended to write down the name, turned the pen, and began to look at the students.
Everyone is taking the exam seriously, without cheating or whispering.
Wen Qing glanced back, Huang Mao and others were also working on the questions, even Song Xuan was taking the exam.
Probably sensing his gaze, Song Xuan paused his pen and raised his eyes to look at him.
Wen Qing immediately looked back and stopped looking at him.
There are three classes of self-study in the evening, all of which are used for the comprehensive exam, and there is no break.
Wen Qing randomly asked a few multiple-choice questions, and continued to think about the advanced tasks.
"There is still half an hour until the end of the exam."
"Ten minutes until the end of the exam."
"The exam is over."
After Fu Ranxiu finished speaking, everyone put down their pens without any hesitation.
The papers were not uploaded, but Fu Ranxiu came to collect them himself, as if the teacher came to collect the papers during the college entrance examination.
From the first column, in order to collect down.
Wen Qing and Song Xuan were last in line.
When Wen Qing received it, Fu Ranxiu glanced at it twice, and there were a lot of blanks on the paper.
Wen Qing handed him the paper slowly, and accidentally touched Fu Ranxiu's palm with his fingertips.
Fu Ranxiu paused and bent his fingers.
One second before being touched by Fu Ranxiu, Wen Qing immediately withdrew her hand.
Fu Ranxiu half closed his eyes, and whispered four words: "Fair trade."
The voice was so soft that only Wen Qing could hear it.
Wen Qing was stunned, and wanted to ask Fu Ranxiu what he meant
Is the touching just now counted as touching
Fu Ranxiu put away the last paper and walked straight to the podium.
He stood on the podium, put down the paper, and said lightly: "Students in the first class do not have holidays on weekends, and it is strictly forbidden to leave the school."
"From Friday evening, school cafeterias and supermarkets will be closed sequentially."
"People in need prepare basic supplies in advance."
Wen Qing pursed his lips. It is normal for senior high school students to stay in school on weekends.
But is it too much to keep cafeterias and supermarkets closed
He looked up and his eyes froze.
Students, you look at me and I look at you, with malice and excitement on their faces.
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat.
fair trade.
This is Fu Ranxiu's reminder.