Song Xuan raised his head, the black hair on his forehead was slightly parted, revealing sharp browbones, his dark Danfeng eyes were fixed on Wen Qing, with salivation gleaming at the bottom of his eyes.
Like a large dog waiting to be fed by its owner.
The eyes of large dogs are always fixed on the owner and will not move away.
As if he was the only one he could see.
Wen Qing had the illusion of being burned by his gaze, and couldn't help turning her head to avoid Song Xuan's sight.
He looked down at his homework, took out three biology test papers, and slapped Song Xuan on the face.
"Don't study physics, study biology first."
Song Xuan: "..."
He raised his face, instead of avoiding Wen Qing's hand, he sniffed instead.
Wen Qing felt his breath through the paper, it was very hot.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, regardless of whether Song Xuan held the test paper or not, he let go of it.
The test paper slid to the ground without external force, Song Xuan raised his hand to grab the paper and pressed it on the table.
He picked up the pen casually and turned it around: "Okay, the teacher asked me to learn biology."
"I will study biology first."
Wen Qing looked down at him, feeling that he would not be so obedient.
Song Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said casually: "After all, biology includes physiology."
"Learn physiology well and serve the teacher."
Wen Qing: "..."
He said blankly, "You should learn from your paramecium."
"Student Song."
Song Xuan hummed twice, turned the pen, and casually looked at Fu Ranxiu who was sitting opposite.
He turned sideways, put his arm against the corner of Wen Qing's clothes, and raised his eyebrows provocatively.
Fu Ranxiu pushed down his glasses, and said to Wen Qing: "There are a lot of homework, and there are many questions that Song Xuan doesn't know, so I can't finish it in a while."
"It's better to let him do what he can do first."
These words not only scolded Song Xuan for being stupid, but also made Wen Qing stay away from Song Xuan.
Song Xuan's face immediately darkened.
Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan's expression, then at Fu Ranxiu, who had a bad heart, walked to the center of the western table, and sat down impartially.
He said to the two, "Are you going to waste your time chatting?"
Fu Ranxiu looked at him quietly and asked, "Are you all right after finishing your homework?"
Wen Qing nodded: "My job today is to help you with your homework."
"When you finish writing, you can leave work."
"Okay." Fu Ranxiu lowered his eyes and began to sort out his homework, classifying it by subject.
Song Xuan glanced at the half table distance between himself and Wen Qing, and said unhappily: "Teacher, Fu Ranxiu is sitting across from me, I can't finish my homework."
"Nauseous, want to vomit."
Wen snorted and said calmly, "You can go to another room to do it."
"There are a lot of rooms here."
Song Xuan started to do his homework immediately, without raising his head, he said, "It's not disgusting to smell the fragrance of the teacher."
"Teacher, come closer to me."
Wen Qing guessed what he was planning, and said slowly: "It's not necessary."
"You have a good nose, I'm afraid I'll smell you if you get too close."
Song Xuan: "..."
He still wanted to say something, but after seeing a pile of homework on the side of his hand, he closed his mouth again.
Write first, then write what you want to say, what you want to do.
The living room was quiet for a moment, and then there was the sound of pulling a chair.
Wen Qing raised his eyes, and saw Jiang Yan sitting opposite him, propping his chin with one hand, bent his lips and said, "Teacher, you are helping me, these two unfilial sons."
Wen Qing: "..."
It's quite entertaining.
Jiang Yan handed him a bottle of milk and said with a smile, "The teacher looks at them, and I look at the teacher."
Wen lightly pursed his lips, took the milk, and whispered thanks.
Jiang Yan still likes to feed him milk.
In a trance, there is an illusion that he is still in the world.
Seeing that he didn't move while holding the milk, Jiang Yan asked softly, "Is your body the same now as when you were in the world?"
Hearing this question, Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan's writing speed slowed down by coincidence.
They didn't make a sound, just like Jiang Yan, waiting for Wen Qing's answer.
Wen whispered, "It's not the same."
He thought for a while, and continued, "Now I'm sleeping normally, and I can also eat."
But he has not been obviously hungry. It is not clear whether it is because of something wrong with his body, or because he is in a state of being fed after returning.
Jiang Yan nodded, and quietly looked at Wen Qing's beautiful eyebrows: "That's good."
The only sound left in the living room was the rustling of the pen tip across the paper.
Wen nibbled on the milk straw, staring at the homework on the table in a daze.
In addition to the test papers, there are also some exercise books for the homework. The exercise books are not thick and can be stacked almost half a meter high.
Do high school seniors have so much homework on weekends
Is it too outrageous
Wen Qing stared at the homework for a while, and probably knew it.
It must have something to do with Io.
He took out his mobile phone and wanted to contact Io, but when he saw the warning that the battery was low, he had to find a charger to charge it.
I forgot to buy a new mobile phone yesterday, and I have no chance today.
Wen Qing sat back at the dining table again, drank milk slowly, and was in a daze.
Perhaps it was because he was not alone, this time he was in a daze without any negative emotions.
Instead, there is a sense of comfort in meditation.
It wasn't until a cold voice suddenly sounded next to her ear that Wen Qing came back to her senses.
"teacher."
Wen Qing raised his head, Fu Ranxiu didn't know when he stood beside him.
Jiang Yan, who was sitting opposite him, was nowhere to be seen.
Wen Qing: "What's wrong?"
"I finished my English homework." Fu Ranxiu put a stack of English test papers and newspapers in front of Wen Qing.
When he withdrew his hand, his fingertips lightly brushed the back of Wen Qing's hand.
"Teacher check?"
The tingling electric sensation on the back of the hand spread along the arm, Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, and quickly avoided Fu Ranxiu's hand, accidentally knocking down the milk beside her.
There was only a little bit of milk left at the bottom, and it was poured into his hands.
The movement was neither big nor small, Song Xuan raised his eyes and looked over.
He asked Fu Ranxiu in a cold voice: "What did you do?"
Fu Ranxiu said frankly, "Let the teacher check my homework for me."
Song Xuan glanced at Wen Qing's situation, and narrowed his eyes: "Did you finish writing so soon?"
Fu Ranxiu opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Song Xuan didn't give him a chance to speak, so he spoke again and said to Wen Qing: "Teacher, he is very fast."
"He can't."
Wen Qing: "..."
Fu Ranxiu: "..."
Wen gently wiped it with a paper towel, but his hands still felt sticky.
He frowned slightly, got up and said, "I'll go wash my hands, you guys continue to do your homework."
As soon as he took a step, he was grabbed by the hand.
Fu Ranxiu circled his wrist, staring down his eyes.
There are still some milk marks on the back of the hand, and the fingers on the back of the white and tender hand are reddened to varying degrees due to the vigorous rubbing just now, making it look more and more attractive.
Fu Ranxiu's throat moved slightly, and he said slowly, "Teacher, I will wash it for you."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: "I have hands, I can wash them myself."
After finishing speaking, he tried to shrink his hands, but failed to break away from Fu Ranxiu's hand.
Suddenly, Fu Ranxiu lowered his head, licked off the milk stains on the back of his hands, and licked his fingertips along the traces of the milk.
He slightly opened his lips, and gently sucked the back of Wen Qing's hand, the sweet and faint milky fragrance filled his lips and teeth.
Fu Ranxiu's series of movements were quick, as if premeditated, Wen Qing was about to hit someone with the other hand, but as soon as he raised his hand, Fu Ranxiu let go of him.
Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids, licked his lips, felt the residual warmth between his lips and teeth, and said calmly, "Teacher's milk is very sweet."
A teacher is a proper teacher, and milk is a proper milk.
But when the two words are put together, there is an inexplicable astringency.
Wen Qing's cheeks instantly turned red: "You—"
As soon as he uttered a word, Song Xuan got up, kicked the chair away, and rushed over.
Wen Qing thought they were going to fight, but she didn't expect Song Xuan to push her down on the chair.
Song Xuan grabbed his hand and started to lick it like Fu Ranxiu did just now.
His licking movements were quite rough, he licked the back of Wen Qing's hands and fingers indiscriminately, as if it was an animal marking its territory and erasing other smells.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and he pushed his head away.
Song Xuan tilted his head, staring at Wen Qing's fingers.
The finger is covered with a layer of glistening water, bright and rosy, with a little astringency.
Song Xuan leaned in front of Wen Qing and asked, "Teacher."
"I lick better than him, right?"
"..."
Wen Qing raised the corners of his mouth, just about to talk about your size!
Suddenly, a tiny sound of breaking through the air resounded.
I saw half an apple hitting Song Xuan straight on the head.
Jiang Yan stood at the door of the kitchen, holding half an apple in one hand and a small fruit knife in the other.
He had no expression on his face: "The effort of cutting a piece of fruit, you, an unfilial son, will take action against your future father?"
Wen Qing: "..."
Song Xuan stood up, unbuttoned his neckline, and strode towards Jiang Yan: "You are really dim-sighted, this is your future daughter-in-law."
Wen Qing: "..."
As soon as the two got close, they fought again.
You punch me, and I kick you. Fortunately, the living room is large, and they can let them use their fists.
Wen took a look at them lightly, without stopping, turned his head and walked to the bathroom beside him.
Turn on the tap and wash your hands carefully.
Just as he was about to wipe his hands, a towel suddenly appeared under his eyelids.
Fu Ranxiu put the towel in his palm without any other touch, and said softly, "I miss you very much."
"It's nice to see you."
Wen pursed his lips lightly.
The next second, two figures appeared at the bathroom door.
Song Xuan and Jiang Yan stood outside the door.
With a cold face, Song Xuan dragged Fu Ranxiu out of the bathroom with a sarcasm: "Are you not only fast, but you also know how to cut through the gaps?"
Jiang Yan smiled coldly, and said to Song Xuan: "You two are in the same boat, neither of you is a good thing."
Song Xuan let go of Fu Ranxiu, clapped his hands in disgust, and looked straight at Wen Qing: "I'm really not a good person."
"I'm Teacher Wen Qing's dog."