23.2
What kind of dog
what master
What the hell is Song Xuan talking about? !
Wen Qing felt that something was wrong with him.
He was dazed, his mind blank.
After a while, Wen Qing came back to her senses, feeling Song Xuan's breath on her neck, and her fluffy hair scraping against her neck.
Song Xuan didn't kiss or bite, just buried in his neck and breathed, as if he was sniffing his scent.
It does look like a big dog.
Like a smelly dog clinging to its owner.
Thinking about it, Wen Qing got goosebumps all over his body, he was being misled by Song Xuan.
Wen Qing pushed Song Xuan's head away.
Song Xuan tilted his head, and stared at him with dark brown Danfeng eyes, as if longing for something.
Meeting his eyes, Wen Qing's mind was full of replaying Song Xuan's words just now.
Good dog, master...
The cheeks that had finally cooled down turned red again, and Wen Qing's mind was buzzing.
Song Xuan lowered his eyes, greedily staring at Wen Qing's face.
Wen Qing's cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly parted, and her lips were still swollen, glowing faintly under the light, as if she was asking for a kiss.
Song Xuan's throat moved, wanting to kiss.
He spoke again: "Reward."
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, how could there be a reward for being a good dog
He couldn't help saying: "Bad dogs should be rewarded!"
Song Xuan stared at his lips that opened and closed, and said, "I'm a bad dog."
Wen Qing was ashamed and annoyed, and scolded: "You, you are crazy!"
Good people don't do it, why do they have to be dogs
Song Xuan leaned over slowly, supported the back of Wen Qing's chair with both hands, and trapped him on the chair: "Do you like bad dogs?"
"I don't like it!" Wen Qing couldn't help it, she raised her voice and said to Song Xuan, "I don't like dogs!"
He raised his hand to push Song Xuan away, but Song Xuan didn't move.
Song Xuan even lifted his foot between his feet and bent his knees, making it impossible for him to leave the chair.
"you will like it."
Song Xuan licked his lips, lowered his voice, and said affectionately: "The bad dog can tell you everything you want to know."
"You want to know what's going to happen tomorrow?"
"Want to know what Fu Ranxiu did?"
"Still want to know what happened to Class One?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, she bent her fingers, resisting the urge to hit Song Xuan, and listened to him continue.
He did want to know these things.
Song Xuan's gaze slowly descended from the gentle and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, to his lips and collarbone... Wanting to peek at the pink color under the clothes, wanting to...
He exhaled hot air and whispered to Wen Qing: "The bad dog can still do things for you."
"I can kiss you, lick you, tease you, make you cry, make you feel good..."
"Snapped-"
Wen Qing blushed, pulled off Song Xuan's collar, and slapped him again.
"Snapped-"
These two slaps were so hard that the sound seemed to reverberate in the dormitory.
Wen Qing's palm was numb, and her right hand was painful and hot.
He stared at Song Xuan, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't talk nonsense!"
Song Xuan looked at his wet red eyes, and heard his slightly trembling voice, his breath became heavier again.
Wen Qing grabbed his collar: "Do you understand?"
Song Xuan lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Got it."
Dare next time.
Wen relaxed his hand and kicked him: "Go away!"
Song Xuan snorted.
Suddenly, there was a clear hiccup sound outside the door.
It's not the sound insulation of being full, but the kind of sound that is frightened and accidentally made.
Wen Qing froze for a moment, then thought that Huang Mao was still waiting outside the door.
I don't know how much the conversation just now has been listened to.
Wen Qing was so angry that he kicked Song Xuan again.
Song Xuan straightened his body, and said to Huang Mao outside the door: "You can get lost."
"Come over tomorrow morning with something."
"Okay, okay, I, I'll go right away." Huangmao stammered in reply.
Footsteps sounded outside the door, and it sounded like they were running away in a hurry.
Song Xuan looked at Wen Qing, his eyes darkened: "I'll see you tomorrow morning."
Wen Qing was stunned, firstly because Song Xuan was willing to show him, and secondly because he was wondering why tomorrow morning.
Seeing his doubts, Song Xuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, the hostility between his brows faded, and another kind of desire appeared: "Not enough time."
Wen Qing was even more at a loss, what time
Song Xuan didn't explain, but just stood up straight so that Wen Qing could see clearly.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, and kicked Song Xuan away in irritation, and climbed directly onto her bed.
Song Xuan didn't stop him, sat on Wen Qing's chair, raised his eyelids, looked at his slender ankles, his eyes became darker and darker.
Wen Qing climbed onto the bed, got into the quilt, and wrapped herself tightly.
Just as he was about to lie down, he was still a little uneasy, so he turned his head and glanced at Song Xuan again.
Turning his head, he happened to meet Song Xuan's deep eyes.
Wen Qing watched him sitting on her chair, watched his movements, and couldn't help shouting: "Song Xuan!"
"Go away!"
"Dirty!"
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes, not angry but happy, looked up at him, his voice suppressed: "Call me again."
Call your head!
Wen Qing was so angry that she wanted to hit him, but there was nothing at hand, and the only pillow was still on Song Xuan's bed.
He closed his eyes and had no choice but to get under the quilt, out of sight and out of mind.
Wen gently pulled the quilt to the top of his head, not even a single hair was exposed.
When the lights turned off and the bell rang, Fu Ranxiu didn't come out of the bathroom, and Song Xuan didn't go to bed either.
Only Wen Qing lay on the bed, tossing and turning, always feeling that something was shaking.
He touched his pocket, it was Song Xuan's cell phone.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she immediately silenced herself.
It's all Song Xuan's fault that he even forgot the serious things.
Wen Qing quickly clicked on the phone's address book, except for the phone numbers of bodyguards No. 1 and No. 2, which belonged to Ji Sheng, and many other numbers only had one surname noted.
He gripped the phone tightly, and tentatively asked 001: [System, do you still remember Xing Ze's phone number?]
001 made no sound.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, he didn't expect much from 001 telling him the phone number.
Both Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu were in the dormitory. He didn't dare to make a phone call, so he tried to search for Xingxuan, but there was no search record. He only saw a few news and some criminal police officers, but he couldn't determine whether it was Xingxuan or not.
Wen Qing pursed his lips, and searched for Class 1 of Dezhi High School.
No bad news, only praise.
Unable to find anything online, Wen Qing had no choice but to put away her phone and figure out the advanced tasks by herself.
Fu Ranxiu is good, even if he does the work of the first class, he is indeed a good person.
So the real bad guy might be the mystical powers of this aberration instance.
Ji Sheng...
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she felt more and more that this dungeon was related to Ji Yu.
Ji Yu likes to play tricks on human beings, Fu Ranxiu won't be fooled, right
After thinking wildly for a while, Wen Qing heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.
Fu Ranxiu came out.
Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then quietly lifted a corner of the quilt and looked outside.
The lights in the dormitory hadn't been turned off yet, Fu Ranxiu came out wearing glasses, covered in moisture, with indifferent brows and eyes, and seemed to have returned to normal.
He took two steps and glanced at Song Xuan who was sitting on the chair.
Song Xuan wiped his hands and got up lazily.
The two looked at each other without speaking, but there was a strange atmosphere in the air.
Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan's head, then at Fu Ranxiu, remembering Song Xuan's familiar appearance to Fu Ranxiu, plus those words just now...
Song Xuan must know something.
Anyway, the cooldown time of "I Can't Be Sexy" is coming soon.
Wen Qing made a comparison, and still thought it would be more cost-effective to beat up Song Xuan for asking questions.
... ... ...
early the next morning
When the wake-up bell rang, Wen Qing woke up.
He immediately got up and took a shower, and when he walked out of the bathroom, he happened to bump into Huang Mao and a few other younger brothers who came in with their schoolbags on their backs.
Huang Mao walked to Song Xuan's bed, and called out cautiously: "Song, Brother Song, we are here."
Song Xuan lifted the quilt and lazily climbed out of bed.
He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, his tanned muscles glaring in the light.
Wen Qing's cheeks were hot, and she quickly looked away.
Huang Mao put the schoolbag on the table, and was about to open it, when suddenly, another boy stepped forward to stop him: "Brother Huang, there is also this transfer student—"
Before he finished speaking, Huang Mao slapped him on the head severely: "What transfer student!"
"This is your fierce brother."
Wen Qing: "..."
The other younger brothers were all stunned.
Huang Mao immediately said: "Hurry up and call someone!"
The younger brothers were stunned for a moment, looked at Huang Mao, then at Song Xuan, and shouted in unison: "Brother Meng!"
Wen Qing: "..."
Hearing the shouts of the younger brothers, Wen Qing couldn't help but glance at Song Xuan.
He treats Song Xuan as his younger brother, but Song Xuan actually wants to be his dog