Hearing Song Xuan's words, Wen Qing's eyes darkened.
He knows it!
Wen Qing wanted to break away from Song Xuan's embrace, but Song Xuan's arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, not only did not loosen the slightest bit, but even lifted him up.
Wen Qing's whole body is suspended in the air, and the fulcrum of her body is only Song Xuan's body.
He felt that his waist was about to break, stepped on Song Xuan's instep, and shouted: "Song, Song Xuan..."
"En." Song Xuan responded.
Wen Qing felt the scorching breath blowing on the back of his neck, and burrowed in along the collar.
Sensing Song Xuan's body temperature rising, Wen Qing didn't dare to move, and stammered with a stiff body: "You, you put me down..."
Song Xuan looked at Wen Qing's profile with calm eyes.
His eyelashes were trembling, biting his lip nervously, with a flustered and frightened expression.
Song Xuan's heart sank, what Fu Ranxiu said was true.
"You, you put me down, it hurts..." Wen Qing said again in a low voice.
"good."
Song Xuan responded, let go of his hand, and kicked the chair next to him the moment Wen Qing landed.
The chair fell to the ground, blocking half the way.
Wen Qing froze in place, the bedroom door was on his left, but there was a chair halfway along the way, and Song Xuan stood beside the chair, blocking the way.
On the right are Fu Ranxiu and the balcony, and they can't run.
Trapped in the dormitory, Wen lightly pursed his lips, and took a step back nervously, with his back pressed against the desk, barely feeling a little safe.
Song Xuan leaned his body sideways, put his toes on the chair, and asked Fu Ranxiu straight to the point: "What's going on?"
Fu Ranxiu looked down at Wen Qing's hand, and said calmly, "Didn't you notice something was wrong a long time ago?"
Song Xuan looked at him expressionlessly, without making a sound.
This class is a class created by the school to recruit top students from the whole city in order to restore its reputation.
Logically speaking, it should be very strict, but in the past three years, there have been frequent transfers of transfer students and transfers.
All the teachers and students in the school took it for granted, as if they were hypnotized, they didn't think there was a problem, and they didn't even count the grades of the transfer students into the total grade of the first class.
These transfer students seemed to just come to observe, but they didn't study.
Every time the transfer students are weird, most of them feel scared when they don't do anything, like they know something bad is going to happen.
And everyone is looking for something, seems to have the same purpose, to explore a group of secrets.
Song Xuan had the desire to investigate those people after they left Class 1, but every time he would be planned by other things, or a new transfer student came, and the investigation would not be resolved.
Now it seems…
Song Xuan raised his eyelids and looked straight at Wen Qing.
No one spoke again, and the bedroom was extremely quiet.
So quiet that Wen Qing could hear his nervous breathing and accelerated heartbeat, he pursed his lips, raised his eyes cautiously, and met Song Xuan's heavy gaze.
Like a wild beast staring at its prey, as if it was about to eat people, it stared at him closely without looking away.
Wen Qing flexed his fingers, and his fingertips trembled. He didn't know how much Song Xuan wanted to understand.
He was about to ask the system, when suddenly, Song Xuan took a step forward.
Wen Qing's heart tightened, and Song Xuan slowly raised his hand to touch his face.
The movement is very gentle, gently rubbing the fingertips.
Wen Qing became even more nervous, Song Xuan is not a gentle person...
He opened his mouth to speak, Song Xuan's thumb slowly moved to his lower lip, and pressed down gently.
"Song... well."
As soon as he uttered a word, Song Xuan suddenly kissed him hard.
The back of Wen Qing's head was pressed by Song Xuan's palm, and she was forced to accept his kiss.
This time the kiss was rougher than the previous ones.
Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing, gnawed on his pure meat, thrust it into his mouth roughly, entangled the tip of his tongue, and licked it vigorously.
The root of Wen Qing's tongue ached, her eyes turned red, and tears flowed down her face involuntarily.
He reached out to push Song Xuan away, but just as he raised his hand, his fingers were suddenly caught.
"Well… "
Wen Qing was forced to open her mouth, her brain gradually became deprived of oxygen, and her body gradually weakened.
The back of his hand was itchy and numb, and someone was touching his hand.
Fu Ranxiu clasped his hand, gently rubbed the back of his hand with his fingertips, stroked his fingers along the texture, and gently pinched the palm.
He raised his eyelids and watched Wen Qing's lips being squeezed and deformed, turning bright red and moist, tears dripped down his cheeks to his lips, and were licked away by Song Xuan.
Fu Ranxiu's throat tightened, recalling the touch of warm lips.
Very soft and tender.
Very good dear.
Seeing Fu Ranxiu's movements, Song Xuan squinted his eyes, then rubbed Wen Qing's lips fiercely, and stopped kissing.
He licked away the water stains on his lips, and bit Wen Qing's cheek punishingly.
"Ah..." Wen Qing couldn't help crying out, and the tears flowed even more fiercely.
Song Xuan licked away the tears on his cheeks, and then licked the shallow teeth marks on his cheeks.
Wen Qing's face was too tender, a slight bite left a mark.
Song Xuan glanced at Fu Ranxiu's hands, licked his own marks, resisting the urge to tear them apart.
Wen Qing panted, not daring to do anything to Song Xuan.
The props can only be used by one person, and Fu Ranxiu is still there.
He was afraid that Song Xuan would go crazy after he dodged, so he could only let Song Xuan's breath blow out on his face, licking him like a clingy big dog.
Wen Qing blinked away the tears in her eyes, and her vision became clear, only then did she notice that it was not Song Xuan who was holding her hand, but Fu Ranxiu.
His eyes were wide open, his body was stiff, and he quickly retracted his hand.
Fu Ranxiu didn't hold him forcefully, let go of his hand, and stroked his fingertips.
Wen lowered his eyes slightly, and caught a glimpse of the angel sculpture on the table behind him.
He paused with his fingertips, and looked at Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu calmly.
Fu Ranxiu half-closed his eyes, as if thinking about something.
Song Xuan stared at his face, not paying attention to his hands.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, and with lightning speed, picked up the angel sculpture on the table and slammed it on the ground.
"boom-"
There was a loud noise, and the angel sculpture was safe and sound.
A small hole was smashed into the ground.
Wen Qing's pupils shrank.
Can it be broken? !
Song Xuan leaned over to pick up the sculpture, sneered, and said to Fu Ranxiu, "No wonder you didn't stop me just now."
He casually threw the sculpture back to Fu Ranxiu, turned sideways, leaned into Wen Qing's ear, and whispered: "You are not good."
Wen Qing's body trembled,
Song Xuan glanced at Fu Ranxiu, and said, "Look at him, I'll go get something from Huangmao."
What are you taking
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly, Song Xuan didn't give him a chance to speak, he turned and left the bedroom directly.
Soon, the door of the next bedroom was opened.
Wen Qing tentatively took a step towards the door.
Fu Ranxiu looked at him and said lightly: "You can try."
Wen Qing didn't dare to move.
He pinched his palms, looked at Fu Ranxiu, and stammered, "You, does the deal you said before still count?"
Fu Ranxiu clasped his hands together: "Of course."
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and said nervously: "Then you, last time you kissed me and touched my hand in the toilet..."
Fu Ranxiu stared at him with dark eyes, and said lightly: "The last transaction is over."
"You've got the information you wanted."
Wen Qing was startled, Fu Ranxiu knew he used props.
Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Song Xuan came back.
There is an extra pair of handcuffs in his hand, which looks a little different from ordinary handcuffs.
Wen Qing took two steps back: "You, you..."
Song Xuan walked straight in front of him, raised his chin slightly, and said with serious eyes, "Stretch out your hand."
Wen gently turned his back.
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes: "I might hurt you if I do it."
Wen twitched his eyelashes and slowly reached out his hand.
Song Xuan clasped his right hand, and the other was handcuffed to the escalator on the bed and table, and said in a low voice, "I'll release it for you when it's done."
Wen Qing hurriedly asked: "What is the solution?"
Song Xuan took out a small remote control to adjust the tightness of the handcuffs.
He didn't answer, but asked instead, "What do you think?"
Wen Qing looked at him and flexed his fingers.
Won't let him go
Song Xuan took out his mobile phone and made a call.
Huang Mao's voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Hello, Brother Song?"
Song Xuan said, "Stop Jiang Yan, he will come—"
Before he finished speaking, the phone screen went black.
out of battery.
Just as Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, Song Xuan put down his phone, reached into his pocket, and took out the phone he had hidden.
Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan in disbelief: "You, you asked me to hold the phone on purpose?"
"No." Song Xuan swiped open the phone and dialed Huang Mao's number again.
He left it accidentally, but deliberately didn't ask for it back before the game started.
Soon, the call was connected.
Huang Mao asked bluffingly: "Brother Song, what happened just now?"
"Why did it suddenly break?"
"No electricity," Song Xuan explained, and repeated what he said just now, "stop Jiang Yan."
"He will definitely come to the dormitory."
Huang Mao on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and then responded: "Okay, okay, then let's go to the dormitory area to stay."
Wen Qing frowned, and shouted: "Song Xuan!"
"you… "
Song Xuan raised his eyes to look at him, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Don't worry, Jiang Yan is not a weak little girl."
Wen Qing still wanted to talk, but suddenly, Huang Mao's loud voice rang out from the other end of the phone: "Brother Meng!"
Immediately afterwards, other younger brothers shouted one after another: "Hello, Brother Meng!"
"Hello Brother Meng!"
Wen Qing: "..."
Song Xuan hung up the phone expressionlessly, and was about to put down the phone when an incoming call from an unfamiliar number suddenly popped up on the phone interface.
It is the number of this city.
He picked up the phone and said coldly, "Who?"
"Hello." A calm male voice sounded from the other end of the phone.
"Excuse me, are you looking for punishment?"
Hearing a familiar voice, Wen Qing raised her head abruptly.
"Xing Xuan?" Song Xuan frowned slightly, "You made a mistake."
One second before he hung up the phone, Wen Qing shouted loudly: "Song Xuan!"
Song Xuan paused for a moment, did not hang up the phone, but tilted his head.
Wen Qing stared at the phone and said loudly: "I, my hand hurts..."
Song Xuan thought he was in severe pain, so he immediately hung up the phone and adjusted the tightness of the handcuffs.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes, her mind was full of the phone call just now.
He heard it very clearly, it was Xing Ze's voice.
There are punishments in this world.
If it was the Xing Cho he knew, he should be able to recognize his own voice...
"What about now?" Song Xuan asked.
Wen Qing replied vaguely.
Song Xuan stroked his white wrist with downcast eyes, and asked Fu Ranxiu directly: "How can I stay?"
"I don't know," Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids, his eyes fell on Wen Qing's hands, and said calmly, "He likes fair trade."
Song Xuan looked at Fu Ranxiu gloomyly.
He knew what Fu Ranxiu wanted.
After a long time, Song Xuan looked away, leaned into Wen Qing's ear, and said slowly:
"I don't mind if you have an extra dog."
If that's the price you're going to stay.