Song Xuan slowly raised his hand, opened his index finger and ring finger, and the water stains on the sides of his fingers slowly trickled down, making his knuckle-boned fingers gleaming, with an indescribable astringency.
Wen Qing's cheeks, which were already sultry, felt hot again, and her eyes were so dry that water steamed up: "Who, who told you to cover my mouth!"
He was really too nervous just now, his mouth and nose breathed at the same time, and was blocked by Song Xuan's hand...
Song Xuan leaned forward slightly, staring down at Wen Qing's eyes: "That's my hand that wet you."
Wen Qing's cheeks turned even redder, what's wet or not!
His eyelashes trembled, and he caught a glimpse of Song Xuan's wet palm from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help pulling up his sleeves, covering Song Xuan's hands, and wiped them dry indiscriminately.
"Ok?"
Song Xuan slowly spread his five fingers, motioning him to look at his wet fingers: "There are more."
"You have too much water."
Wen Qing was ashamed and annoyed, she didn't dare to speak loudly, she gritted her teeth and said, "Shut up!"
Song Xuan snorted softly, watching him wipe his hands.
Wen gently flexed his fingers, grabbed the sleeve, and rubbed and wiped it roughly.
I don't know whether the white and tender knuckles were hit or rubbed, and a faint red color appeared, attracting people's attention.
Song Xuan somehow understood Fu Ranxiu.
He stared at Wen Qing's hand, and said slowly: "I covered your mouth just now, because I was afraid that you would cry out."
Wen pursed his lips lightly, and said to him, "I won't bark when I hear your voice, you can stop earlier."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Song Xuan chuckle: "There is another reason."
"I'm even more afraid that I won't be able to bear it."
Can't help what
The thought flashed by, and then, Wen Qing felt that Song Xuan clasped his hand, and something soft pressed against his lips.
Song Xuan had his lips in his mouth, licking and shrieking like a dog, breathing on his face, heavy and hot.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then Song Xuan pried her teeth open.
"Well… "
Wen Qing couldn't move, there was a wall behind her, and Song Xuan was holding her hand, so she could only bear Song Xuan's kiss, and let out a weak cry from her throat.
Suddenly, another voice came from outside the door: "Wang Feng said there might be someone here."
"Didn't Jiang Yan and Wen Meng stay together?"
"Will it be in the classroom?"
"The classrooms are all locked, go look for them in the toilet."
...
Hearing the approaching sound, Wen Qing was so nervous that his breathing froze, his eyes were wide open, and his body was stiff.
Sensing his stiffness, Song Xuan's eyes darkened, and he sucked his soft lips more and more forcefully, entwining the tip of his tongue to tease him.
Suddenly, Song Xuan withdrew his tongue, turned to suck his lips, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Are you happy with the bad dog kiss?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, for fear of being heard by people outside, he wanted to raise his hand to cover Song Xuan's mouth, but his hand was pressed firmly.
Song Xuan rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately, and asked again: "Are you happy?"
This time the sound was louder than before.
"Hey, did you hear that?"
"What did you hear?"
"Why do I feel like I heard someone talking?"
"real or fake?"
…
The footsteps were getting closer.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, fearing that Song Xuan would ask again, she answered in a low voice with a trembling voice.
His voice became sticky because of the kiss just now, Song Xuan paused for breath, stroked his lips, and kissed again.
Wen Qing's pupils shrank, he thought Song Xuan had stopped, but unexpectedly kissed him again.
His heart was beating fast, he didn't dare to move because of the movement outside, and he felt Song Xuan's kiss more clearly.
He was so kissed that the base of his tongue hurt, and he couldn't breathe. The lack of oxygen caused his brain to start to faint, and he leaned against Song Xuan weakly.
Wen Qing couldn't help opening her mouth, wanting to bite Song Xuan.
Probably sensing his movement, Song Xuan paused and withdrew his tongue.
Wen lightly bit Song Xuan's lips.
The force of the bite was not strong, but Song Xuan's lip was still broken, and blood was oozing out.
The tip of Song Xuan's tongue rolled away the blood from his lips, and licked Wen Qing's lips again.
The smell of blood filled his mouth and nose, Wen Qing was irritated so that the tip of his nose ached, and his eyes were foggy.
The people in the corridor had already left, and the teaching building was exceptionally quiet.
It was so quiet that Wen Qing could clearly hear the heartbeats of herself and Song Xuan.
His heart was beating fast, and so was Song Xuan's.
Wen Qing didn't know how far the people outside had gone, and she didn't dare to scold Song Xuan, and didn't dare to hit him, so she just gave Song Xuan a look.
Song Xuan's blood surged at this look.
He stared at Wen Qing closely, his soft lips were red and swollen from his kiss, and there were wet tears on his white and tender cheeks.
As if he had just been touched.
Obviously it was just a kiss, and nothing else was done.
Can't help but do it.
For a long time, there was still no sound outside the door.
Wen Qing gritted his teeth, lowered his voice and scolded Song Xuan: "Who told you to kiss me!"
Song Xuan sniffed the fragrance between his lips and teeth, without loosening his arms around Wen Qing's waist, he said slowly, "I can't help it."
"I can't help but want to touch you, want to kiss you..."
Song Xuan bowed his head to Wen Qing's ear, looked at his red ear tips, and said slowly: "I want to make Master happy."
Wen Qing blushed and gritted her teeth: "I'm not happy."
Song Xuan looked at him and couldn't help licking his lips: "Lie."
Wen Qing remembered what she was forced to admit just now, and said angrily, "Your kissing skills are terrible."
Song Xuan was startled, and said without changing his face: "Master teach me."
Wen Qing felt that his brain was steaming, and he had nothing to do with Song Xuan.
With a blushing face, she stomped heavily on the back of his feet and pushed him away forcefully: "Stay away from me."
Song Xuan stood where he was, without moving.
Wen Qing glared at him again and sat down on the ground.
After a while, his brain started to work slowly.
As soon as the door was opened, Song Xuan came in.
Obviously Song Xuan knew he was here, and should have been squatting outside long ago.
Wen Qing looked down at the ankle ring, frowned and looked at Song Xuan: "Have you positioned this thing?"
"No," Song Xuan looked at him and said calmly, "you must abide by the rules of the game."
He glanced at Wen Qing's pocket calmly.
The anklet is not positioned.
There is a mobile phone.
Wen Qing didn't notice Song Xuan's eyes, he was still thinking about Song Xuan's words.
Follow the rules of the game.
Song Xuan is not a person who likes to follow the rules at all.
He just has to follow the rules.
You must listen to Fu Ranxiu.
And the conversations with those people just now.
They are not going to kill people, they are just scaring Xu Yuan.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes and pondered, her thoughts gradually became clear.
After thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly understood that a group of bullying transfer students got good grades.
Bullying does not simply refer to physical violence, but includes intimidation, threats, intimidation, etc.
is malicious.
It is these top students who should be of good character and good morals who are malicious towards transfer students.
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly. From the very beginning, she deliberately played a prank on Xu Yuan and locked Zhang Yang up on purpose.
This game also allows a class of students to vent their malice wantonly.
They searched slowly, played slowly, like a cat catching a mouse, deliberately teasing the transfer students.
Wen lightly hugged his knees, and slowly glanced at Song Xuan who was at the side.
Song Xuan stood by the door, did not disturb him, just watched quietly, like a big dog guarding its master.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes, thinking, school bullies like Song Xuan and Huang Mao should be different from other students.
…
Time passed by every minute and every second, and seeing that four hours were approaching,
It's almost time to shrink the circle, and Jiang Yan hasn't come back yet.
Wen Qing frowned, and at 1:50 in the morning, the radio sounded: "There are still 10 minutes before the first narrowing down."
"Students, get ready."
Repeated twice, the moment the broadcast sound ended, Wen Qing felt her ankle ring vibrate.
Very faint, almost nonexistent.
He froze for a moment, looking down at Heihuan.
Just when Wen Qing thought it was her hallucination, the anklet vibrated again.
Wen Qing looked up at Song Xuan.
Song Xuan's face changed slightly, and a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes.
Fu Ranxiu knew he was here.
"I can't stay here anymore."
Without waiting for Wen to ask, he explained directly: "The ankle ring reminds you to stay in the non-game area."
"Five buildings will be eliminated in ten minutes."
After finishing speaking, Song Xuan opened the door, stood in the corridor and looked around for a while, and after making sure that there was no one there, he said to Wen Qing, "Let's go."
"No," Wen Qing frowned, "Jiang Yan hasn't come back yet."
"I'm going to wait for him."
Hearing Jiang Yan's name, Song Xuan's face darkened.
He directly took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.
After the bell rang for a second, the call was connected.
Huang Mao's voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Brother Song, what's wrong?"
Song Xuan asked coldly, "Is there any news about Jiang Yan?"
"Jiang Yan," Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, then said, "No."
"We saw Xu Yuan. She was driven to the gymnasium by Wang Feng and the others. They asked her to hide again. Now we have to go find..."
Song Xuan didn't wait for Huang Mao to finish speaking, hung up the phone directly, and said to Wen Qing: "She's fine, let's go first."
Wen Qing glanced at the time, there were still eight minutes.
He pursed his lips and said, "Wait a minute, it might be on the way here."
As time passed, the vibration of his ankle ring became faster and more intense, making a sizzling sound.
Song Xuan stood at the door of the classroom, looking at the worried look on Wen Qing's face, he just felt it was an eyesore.
He strode in front of Wen Qing: "If you don't leave, I'll just carry you away."
Wen Qing frowned, he didn't want to use props on Song Xuan now, and he was afraid that Song Xuan would forcefully take him away.
"Six more minutes."
The moment Song Xuan stretched out his hand, Wen Qing held his hand and said with a blushing face, "Be good."
"Listen, listen to the master..."