Is this something normal people can do
Wen Qing looked at Zhou Zhou who was smiling openly in front of him, and pursed his lips tightly.
Zhou Zhou is not a normal person, but a pervert.
Wen Qing stood stiffly between Ozzy and Zhou Zhou, not daring to speak.
Zhou Zhou frowned and stared straight at him.
The shirt Wen Qing was wearing was very baggy and baggy, revealing the collarbone, shoulders, and part of the chest, obviously not his own clothes.
Zhou Zhou glanced around and saw the red marks on the side of his neck and the fingerprints on his legs.
Wen Qing's skin is fair and tender, and the slightest touch will leave marks. It turns red easily.
Looking at the marks on his body, Zhou Zhou could easily imagine how Ozzy hugged Wen Qing just now, kissed and made love.
In a place where I can't see, in front of my face.
The smile on Zhou Zhou's face grew wider. He walked up to Wen Qing, lowered his head and smelled it, and there was a smell of Ozzy.
He slowly raised his hand and approached Wen Qing.
Wen Qing took a step back subconsciously, bumping into Oz's body, and his footsteps stopped suddenly.
Zhou Zhou bent his lips, took another step forward, raised his hand to Wen Qing's collar, and arranged his collar affectionately.
"Wearing Ozzy's clothes lightly, I smell of Ozzy all over my body, it stinks,"
Wen Qing's body was stiff, and she felt that there was an extra hand on her waist, which was Ozzy's hand.
They didn't take him away from Zhouzhou, but hugged him to keep him from moving around.
Wen Qing's eyes darkened even more, Ozzy and Zhou Zhou had really reached a deal.
Zhou Zhou lowered his eyes, looked at the hem of his clothes that barely covered his butt, and casually lifted it up.
Looking at the fabric under the clothes, he sighed: "I thought Ozzy didn't wear pants for you."
Wen Qing bent her legs subconsciously, not only did not block Zhou Zhou's sight, but rubbed against Ozzy's pants.
Oz tightened his arms around his waist: "Don't move around."
Wen Qing could even feel Ozzy's breath brushing his ears and getting into his collar, so he didn't dare to move.
Zhou Zhou leaned against his toes and said with a smile: "You can still walk lightly, it seems that you haven't been touched before."
"However," he curled up his fingers, wrapped them around the hem of the shirt, and twirled, "Why does Qingqing only wear Ozzy's clothes?"
"Is it too partial?"
"Do you want to..." Zhou Zhou paused, then said, "Put on my pants again."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.
Zhou Zhou laughed and said, "I'm lying to you, my trousers are too big to fit lightly."
Wen pursed his lips lightly.
Seeing his familiar little movements, Zhou Zhou tilted his head, couldn't help but grabbed Wen Qing's hand, lowered his head and smelled it.
"When I came in, I could smell a slight scent."
Zhou Zhou played with Wen Qing's fingers, slowly put them next to his face, and sniffed gently.
Wen Qing looked at the side face close at hand, and paused for breath.
Zhou Zhou didn't grab him very hard, but just wrapped his arms around him gently, as if he was afraid that he would hurt him.
The moment she got close to Zhou Zhou's cheek, Wen Qing patted it hard, and just as her fingertips touched Zhou Zhou's cheek, Zhou Zhou tilted her head and avoided his fingers.
Wen Qing nervously asked 001: [Is this considered a prop?]
001: [No terms of use agreed.]
Wen pursed his lips tightly.
Zhou Zhou looked down at his white and slender fingers, and narrowed his eyes: "How did Qingqing develop the bad habit of beating people?"
Wen Qing didn't speak.
Zhou Zhou said lightly, "Or...is this a soft prop?"
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, her heart beating fast.
"I'll try it," Zhou Zhou grabbed his hand, put his fingertips in his mouth, pressed the tip of his tongue against his fingertips, and licked it from top to bottom like eating ice cream.
"Hmm..." Zhou Zhou squinted his eyes, "The halo of the dog trainer."
"It's really suitable for light."
Wen was slightly startled, he looked down at his wet fingertips, Zhou Zhou could actually taste his props.
This, this is too perverted...
Wen Qing's fingers stiffened.
Zhou Zhou sighed softly, "Unfortunately, it's only five minutes."
"I don't want to be a dog for five minutes. I'll leave it to Ozzy. His nickname is a dog."
He blinked, saw the bell on Wen Qing's wrist, and his eyes lit up: "I brought this for you."
"When I saw it, I felt that this prop must be used on Qingqing."
With that said, Zhou Zhou raised his hand and rang the bell, but the bell didn't make any sound.
He looked at Ozzy and raised his eyebrows: "Does it only ring when you order?"
Oz hummed.
Zhou Zhou's expression became even more excited: "When I'm on the bed, it's definitely better to meow softly than bells."
Wen Qing's face changed slightly, and she didn't want to hear about the bed all day.
Zhou Zhou looked down at his feet and glanced at Oz: "Why are you tied to your hands?"
"The feet are worse than the hands. When the time comes, the feet shake and the bell rings..."
Wen Qing's face turned pale, and her mind was full of what Zhou Zhou said yesterday about broken legs and hamstrings.
Zhou Zhou's hand was placed on his lap suddenly, Wen Qing was so frightened that he almost jumped up on the spot.
Seeing his panic-stricken appearance, Zhou Zhou smiled: "Why are you so scared?"
"Did you hear the conversation between me and Oz?"
"Ah..." Zhou Zhou suddenly realized, "Ozzy asked me on purpose, I want you to hear it."
"I was just joking," he said with a smile, rubbing Wen Qing's skin, "There are many ways to keep you from running."
"There is still a day and a half left for this game."
"Or I'll fuck you so hard you can't get out of bed, how about that?"
Wen gently pinched his palms, he felt bad.
Zhou Zhou laughed softly: "Qingqing is still so easy to deceive."
"Why do I believe everything I say?"
Wen Qing was taken aback, and looked up at Zhou Zhou.
"Wean is finally willing to look at me." Zhou Zhou looked obsessively at his bright black eyes, and said slowly, "Don't worry, I won't touch you before the teacher's game begins."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.
Zhou Zhou: "These two days of games, with that guy's character, once the desire is satisfied, it will become more serious."
He clicked his tongue twice: "Just look at Ozzy's current appearance."
Ozzy stared straight at Zhou Zhou with calm eyes.
Zhou Zhou shrugged and said nonchalantly, "It's not that I didn't tell you. You didn't ask me. I thought you knew."
Ozzy's face darkened even more.
Zhou Zhou bent his lips and said, "Ozzy, don't be controlled by your emotions, I don't care."
"What if you make Wei Wei cry and break it?"
Oz spit out two words coldly: "No."
Zhou Zhou turned his head to look at Wen Qing: "It's a pity."
"If you ruin Qingqing, I have a reason to get rid of you, and I will monopolize Qingqing again."
He spoke his mind without hesitation.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched and she stared into Zhou Zhou's eyes.
Zhou Zhou's appearance was the same as before, he smiled like a sunny boy, and his eyes were gloomy.
The difference from before is that he didn't hide it, but directly expressed what was in his heart.
Is this game about confession
At the same time, Oz's voice sounded above Wen Qing's head: "Is it all right to say it?"
Zhou Zhou shook his head, and said truthfully, "It would be better to say it out, it's enough to calm you down."
"It's a bit like taking a drug. If you say it, there will be no withdrawal reaction."
After speaking, he looked at Oz: "What do you want to do?"
Oz raised the corner of his mouth: "I want to kill you."
There was no surprise on Zhou Zhou's face, and he said with a smile, "Coincidentally, I am too."
"I really want to kill you. After I kill you, I will hug Qingqing and put it next to your corpse. Qingqing will definitely cry and scream."
Ozzy said with a blank expression, "The pen."
Wen gently lowered his eyes, agreeing with Ozzy very much.
Zhou Zhou looked at Wen Qing, raised his hand and pinched the tip of his nose, as if teasing his lover: "When the teacher's game starts, I'll eat you again, baby Qingqing."
"The teacher's game should be the same as theirs, also for two days."
"Does Gentle know what will happen on the last Sabbath?"
Wen pursed his lips lightly, but did not speak.
Zhou Zhou moved his fingertips down, caressing his lips, and asked with a smile, "Are you waiting for me to pry your mouth open?"
"Let me figure out what to use? Fingers? Tongue? Or..."
Wen Qing immediately said, "I don't know."
"Okay," Zhou Zhou shrugged, and said to him, "Then I'll tell Qingqing when I figure it out."
"Young should already know about the three of them, right?"
Wen Qing didn't dare not answer, and responded softly.
Zhou Zhou looked at his eyes that were almost the same as those of the guide, and said with a light smile, "Have you ever met the teacher after Qingqing?"
Wen nodded lightly and said in a low voice, "Yes."
Zhou Zhou asked again: "I entered the copy of the teacher, did the teacher bully you?"
Wen Qing whispered, "Yes."
Oz watched them ask and answer, and understood that the teacher they were talking about was the third god, so he asked coldly, "Have you finished asking?"
Zhou Zhou looked up at him, feeling Ozzy's jealousy.
He stroked Wen Qing's hair, said with crooked eyebrows, "Oh, there's no way."
"After all, Qingqing and I passed the guide together, and we passed the first dungeon together in our lives."
Zhou Zhou paused, thought for a moment, and said, "If you round it up, I'm just a light first love."
Wen was silent.
Oz looked at Zhou Zhou: "Fuck your rounding."
"brazen."
Zhou Zhou raised his eyelids, stared at him for a while, and asked, "Are you taking this opportunity to scold me on purpose?"
Oz didn't change his face, and slowly said a word: "Yes."
Zhou Zhou: "..."