Looking at Fu Ranxiu in this state, Wen Qing turned pale with fright.
Not to mention that he was still thinking about his hand at this time.
Wen Qing nervously hid her hands behind her back, pinched her palms, and stammered, "Then, can you get me a towel?"
Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids and looked straight at Wen Qing.
His pupils were pitch black and bottomless, and when he was stared at, he felt like he was being stared at by a snake.
Wen Qing's back felt cold, and she pulled the corner of her mouth with difficulty: "Thank you, thank you..."
The hand behind his back quietly touched the doorknob, ready to run out while Fu Ranxiu was not paying attention.
Fu Ranxiu stood in front of him, stared at him for a moment, slowly raised his hand, and unbuttoned his cuff: "Okay."
Wen Qing stared closely at his movements, watched as Fu Ranxiu unbuttoned his cuffs, revealing his smooth arm muscles, and then unbuttoned his neckline.
Wen Qing didn't dare to think about what he was going to do with these actions, and waited patiently for a while. The moment Fu Ranxiu turned his head, he quickly turned the doorknob, and was about to run out.
As soon as he opened the door, before his toes landed, a hand was placed on the back of his hand.
Fu Ranxiu's hoarse voice rang in his ears: "Don't you want a towel?"
"Run what?"
It was probably because Fu Ranxiu's body temperature was very high just after taking a shower, and the heat lingered all over his body.
Wen Qing didn't feel warm at all, and couldn't help shivering.
Only five minutes.
He'll get through five minutes.
Wen Qing stumbled and said, "I, I still have something to do..."
Fu Ranxiu laughed softly, gently stroking his delicate skin with his fingertips, stroked his wrist, and held it tightly.
Wen Qing struggled with all her strength, but Fu Ranxiu exerted great strength, and pressed a certain part of his wrist again, his arm became sore and limp, and he lost all strength.
Before he could do anything, he was dragged back to the bathroom.
"Click—" Close the door again.
Fu Ranxiu stood by the door, blocking the only exit.
Wen Qing took two steps back nervously, bumping against the glass door of the shower room.
[System, how many minutes are left?]
001: [Four minutes.]
Wen Qing's eyes darkened, why did the time take so long
He pinched his palm tightly, his brain spinning rapidly, thinking about how to delay time.
Wen Qing trembled his eyelashes, and said nervously: "Squad, squad leader...does the deal you said count?"
Fu Ranxiu half-closed his eyes, looking at Wen Qingqiang's calm expression, obviously terrified to death, still trying to divert his attention.
Fu Ranxiu paused for breath, and took a step forward.
He grabbed Wen Qing's right hand, which was carried behind his back, and slowly opened the fingers that were so hard that they turned white, frowning slightly: "I said, don't pinch your hands."
Wen Qing was so frightened that her voice trembled a little: "Yes, I'm sorry..."
Fu Ranxiu stroked the crescent moon marks of different shades on his palm, slowly grabbed Wen Qing's hand, and placed it on his lips.
Pressing his lips against the side of Wen Qing's hand, he said softly: "You are not good."
The exhaled breath brushed against the palm, hot and itchy.
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, and the next second, Fu Ranxiu bit his hand.
He didn't bite hard, but held it lightly, rubbing the wet tip of his tongue against the soft flesh of his palm, and couldn't help but lick it, as if he was teasing the prey that came to his mouth.
Wen Qing's body was stiff, and he could clearly feel Fu Ranxiu's canine teeth pressing down slowly, as if to bite down.
Wen Qing was afraid that he would bite off a piece of flesh from his hand, and a mist gradually appeared in his eyes: "Fu Ranxiu, you, don't bite me..."
His voice trembled, with a sticky nasal sound.
Fu Ranxiu licked Wen Qingbai's tender hand, and his eyes fell on the tip of his tongue that was looming.
His face was a little pale, and his lips and tongue were getting redder, attracting the attention of others.
Fu Ranxiu's throat moved slightly.
Because of the tears, Wen Qing's vision was a little blurred, and he didn't notice Fu Ranxiu's gaze. He anxiously asked the system in his heart: [Now? How many minutes are left?]
001: [Three minutes.]
Wen Qing took a deep breath and opened her mouth: "Fu, Fu Ranxiu—hmm."
Before he finished speaking, Fu Ranxiu clasped his hand and pressed it against the glass door behind him.
Fu Ranxiu sucked his gentle upper lip, pressed the tip of his tongue against the soft bead, rubbed it roughly for a while, then slipped into the crevice of his lip, and wrapped it around the scarlet tip of his tongue.
His movements were quick and urgent, before Wen Qing could react, she was dumbfounded by the kiss.
Wen Qing opened her eyes blankly, the water droplets on the glass door seeped into her back through the thin shirt cloth, it was cold and wet.
Fu Ranxiu was still kissing him savagely, like a man dying of thirst, drinking his water.
With the combination of cold and heat, Wen Qing's palate was numb and painful, his eye sockets were instantly red, tears were rolling in his eye sockets, and he could only make a slight hum from his nasal cavity.
Fu Ranxiu didn't close his eyes, he looked closely at Wen Qing's wet red eyes, admiring that the trembling eyelashes were stained with tears, like little flying insects wet by rain, caught in his palm and fiddled wantonly.
Thinking about it, his breathing became heavy, and he looked fascinatedly at Wen Qing's gradually blurred eyes, watching his white and tender fingertips bend down, as if he wanted to push himself away, but he couldn't do anything.
Beautiful hands, beautiful gentleness.
Fu Ranxiu's heart beat faster, his fingers clasped Wen Qing's tightly, and his palms pressed against each other, greedily feeling Wen Qing's body temperature.
Wen Qing couldn't push Fu Ranxiu away, his mouth was blocked and he couldn't breathe out.
His eyes gradually turned black, and he couldn't breathe. He could only hear the sound of Fu Ranxiu kissing himself in the water, which made his tears flow down.
Tears flowed down the cheeks to the lips, salty and bitter.
Wen Qing felt that Fu Ranxiu's movements paused slightly. He thought it was five minutes, but he didn't expect that Fu Ranxiu kissed him more fiercely because of his tears.
It's not like kissing him, it's like eating him.
"Hmm..." Wen trembled his eyelashes slightly, his body gradually weakened.
A second before he thought he was going to faint, there was a "bang", and the door of the bathroom was kicked open and slammed heavily on the wall.
Song Xuan stood at the door, watching this scene with a sullen face.
From his perspective, we could clearly see that Wen Qing's lips were slightly swollen from the kiss, and the tip of his tongue was entangled and touched by Fu Ranxiu's tongue.
Song Xuan's tongue pressed against his cheek, and for a moment, he seemed to think he was kissing Wen Qing.
He didn't step forward to interrupt, but looked at Wen Qing's flushed cheeks, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you like to find Fu Ranxiu?"
Wen Qing was still in a daze, and couldn't hear Song Xuan's words clearly, so she could only make a kitten-like cry from her throat.
Song Xuan licked his lips and took a step forward.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Fu Ranxiu lowered his eyes and stopped moving.
Wen Qingxuan leaned against the glass wall, looking at the two people in front of him with tears in his eyes. He opened his mouth and breathed heavily.
Her lips were red and swollen, and the tip of her nose was also slightly pink. The redness on her cheeks spread to the pinnae and tips of her ears, and the tears were all over her face, glistening with water.
His whole body seemed to be flushed, exuding a seductive aura from the inside out.
Fu Ranxiu's eyes were calm, and he rubbed his warm fingers with his fingertips, and there was still a faint sweet taste on the tip of his tongue.
Song Xuan's Adam's apple rolled his head up and down, pushed Fu Ranxiu's hand away, put his hand around Wen Qing's waist, and said hoarsely: "I said it, Fu Ranxiu is a pervert."
Wen Qing was gasping for breath, wanting to cry but thinking without tears, you didn't say that he is a kind-hearted pervert!
He wanted to speak, but before he could say the first word, Song Xuan picked him up and put him on the washstand.
Wen Qing's hands and feet were weak, and she had no strength, so she could only sit on the washstand vainly, looking at Song Xuan in front of her, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, you..."
Song Xuan knew what he wanted, took a step forward, raised his hand to cover Wen Qing's soft hair, pressed it against the tip of his nose, and said in a dumb voice: "Dirty by the pervert."
He tilted his head, rubbed against Wen Qing's slightly red nose, slowly opened his lips, and licked away the tears from Wen Qing's face.
Wen Qing was startled, and the next second, the tip of Song Xuan's tongue twirled on his cheek, and moved to his lips.
Like a big dog, Song Xuan licked his lips with his tongue.
Lick off the water stains on the lips, and cover with new wetness.
Wen Qing's intuition was wrong, so she immediately shut up.
Song Xuan snorted lightly, skillfully prying open the teeth, and wiping Wen Qing's mouth bit by bit, from the palate to the soft tongue, without sparing any corner.
Wen Qing leaned on Song Xuan's hand to barely sit, his mouth was sore, he could only open his mouth weakly, and was kissed by Song Xuan, a mad dog.
Song Xuan kissed, while Fu Ranxiu watched quietly from the side.
The positions of the two seemed to be reversed in an instant.
Fu Ranxiu's eyes moved slightly, and he leaned against the glass door without any cover, allowing Wen Qing to see his changes clearly.
After a long time, Song Xuan finally finished the so-called disinfection.
He rubbed the tip of Wen Qing's nose and sniffed Wen Qing's scent: "It's all my scent now."
Wen Qing panted, his lips seemed to have been kissed to the skin, and he could only slightly part his lips due to the pain.
He really had no strength, so he had no choice but to say to Song Xuan: "Hold me out."
Song Xuan wrapped his arms around his waist and carried him out of the bathroom.
Fu Ranxiu watched quietly, watching Wen Qing being put on the chair by Song Xuan, closing the bathroom door, closing his eyes, recalling Wen Qing's white and tender hands, soft lips...
...
Wen Qing sat on the chair, and after a while, suddenly heard a knock on the bedroom door.
"Boom boom boom—"
Huang Mao's trembling voice sounded outside the door: "Song, Brother Song, are you alright?"
"Chen Gou is still waiting, the lights will be turned off soon."
"Brother Meng, do you want to go together?"
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, what does this mean... Song Xuan and Huang Mao didn't go downstairs just now
He opened his eyes wide and looked up at Song Xuan.
Suddenly realized that Song Xuan did it on purpose.
Deliberately pretending to leave, deliberately leaving him and Fu Ranxiu, deliberately letting him stay with Fu Ranxiu...
Wen Qing didn't know what to say for a moment: "You, you..."
Song Xuan stared at his ruddy lips and asked, "Want to see it?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips subconsciously, her lips hurt, and a layer of mist formed in her eyes: "Yes."
Song Xuan lowered his eyes and asked again: "Reward."
Wen Qing couldn't help but glared at him: "You kissed me just now."
What reward do you want!
The corners of his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse and wet, not like he was angry, but more like acting like a spoiled child.
Song Xuan's heart was restless, and he couldn't help but licked his lips again: "Just now it was disinfection."
"Not a reward."
Wen Qing was so angry that she raised her arm and slapped him directly: "Did I ask you to disinfect it?!"
Song Xuan's right cheek was slightly red from the beating.
There was no displeasure on his face, he lowered his eyes, stared at Wen Qing closely, and said seriously: "No."
"I want to disinfect."
Song Xuan took a step forward, lowered his head to Wen Qing's neck, smelled the sweet fragrance on his body, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's a good dog who wants to disinfect the master."
Wen Qing was dumbfounded.