A cool breath brushed over her cheeks, and Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.
The smell on Sikong's body was icy and cool, like a breeze blowing, mixed with a faint smell of grass, with a natural breath that belonged to him alone.
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, she wanted to reject Sikong, but she didn't want to refuse so much, her mind was so complicated that she couldn't say a word for a long time.
Sikong waited patiently for a while, looked at his trembling eyelashes, and said in a low voice: "If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence."
After the words fell, Wen Qing's lips softened.
Sikong's kiss was not rough, it was done slowly, as if he was following some steps, with his lips in his mouth, he pressed it gently, and slowly probed in.
Hooking the tip of his tongue, restrained and longing.
Wen Qing opened her eyes, grasped the chair tightly with both hands, and clearly felt Sikong's body leaning down more and more, pressing over.
His hand inevitably rubbed against Sikong's arm, cool and strong.
Wen Qing's heart was beating wildly, and she stared blankly at Sikong's eyes.
Sikong was also looking at him, and the moment his eyes met, his eyes darkened by two points.
Then the kiss ended.
A light kiss.
Wen Qing's lips trembled, there was no pain or swelling, and there was even a very comfortable feeling.
It's a feeling of being cared for.
Sikong lowered his eyes, looked at his red and bloodshot lips, slowly raised his hand, and gently wiped away the water stains on the corners of his lips.
He sat back in his seat and said hoarsely, "It's time to eat."
Wen Qing came back to his senses, the next second, there was a knock on the door of the box, and the waiter walked in with the food.
Although she knew that the waiter could not have seen the scene just now, Wen Qing's cheeks were inevitably flushed red.
He picked up the water glass and drank hastily.
The waiter put down the dishes, glanced at Wen Qing's cheek, and asked intimately, "Is it hot?"
Wen Qing replied vaguely.
The waiter opened the window for them before exiting the box.
As soon as the window was opened, the sound of laughter and fights from the outside came in, and it was very lively.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, and picked up the chopsticks slowly.
Sikong noticed that the redness on his cheeks and ears hadn't subsided, and there was a faint smile in his eyes, and said lightly: "The environment here is better than that on the first floor."
Wen nodded lightly and said in a low voice, "It's more expensive here."
So there are fewer people.
Sikong said again: "The points in the world should all be converted into the currency of this world."
Wen lightly hummed and turned to look at him.
Sikong slowly asked: "Can I come here more in the future?"
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss: "It can be possible..."
Sikong didn't explain, and continued: "Once a day."
"If it's inconvenient, you can do it once every two days."
Listening to his deliberative tone, Wen Qing couldn't help asking: "Why?"
Sikong poured him a glass of water, leaned against the back of the chair, and said calmly: "I want you to remember me every time you come."
Wen Qing's heart trembled, and she suddenly understood why Sikong kissed herself suddenly.
It's like... the behavior of a puppy enclosing a territory.
Wen gently flexed his fingers, and said slowly: "If I don't come, I will think of you."
Sikong looked up at him: "Time is running out."
"Don't say such foul words."
Wen Qing was still pondering the meaning of the foul, when she heard Sikong whisper, "I will want to do something else."
His voice was deep and ambiguous.
Wen Qing understood, she blushed and lowered her head to eat.
During the meal, Sikong didn't do anything other than serving food, and didn't have any intimate contact, and he finished the meal quietly with him.
When we left the cafeteria, there was still half an hour left.
Wen Qing also has classes in the afternoon, from one to four.
He stopped, turned his head and asked Sikong: "Is there really no place you want to go?"
Sikong glanced at him and replied: "Yes."
Wen Qing's eyes lit up: "Then let's go."
Sikong hummed and led him forward.
Walk into Nancheng University, walk through the tree-lined road, and walk to a teaching building in front.
Walking to the door of one of the classrooms, Wen Qing stopped, stared at the classroom twice, took out her mobile phone, and glanced at the class schedule.
It's the classroom where he attends class later
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and turned his head to look at Sikong.
Sikong opened the door and said casually: "I want to send you to class."
It was still early before class started, and the classroom was empty.
Wen Qing took a step in and was about to speak when Sikong hugged him from behind.
Sikong rubbed his hair affectionately, and whispered: "I'm leaving."
"Remember to eat well."
The voice fell, and the temperature behind him disappeared.
Wen Qing stood at the door of the classroom in a daze, her eyelashes trembling.
After a long time, he said in a low voice, "I will eat well."
No matter how many times he passed, he couldn't get used to this separation.
Suddenly, a familiar female voice came.
"teacher?"
Wen Qing tilted her head and met Li Fang's concerned eyes.
Standing not far away, Li Fang immediately explained: "I'll be attending class upstairs later, not following you."
Wen hummed lightly.
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Li Fang scratched his head, didn't say anything more, and quickly said, "Then, I'll go upstairs first."
"goodbye teacher."
Wen nodded lightly and walked into the classroom.
Li Fang stared at his back for a while, then called Song Qiang.
"Hey, Brother Qiang, I met the teacher in the teaching building. He doesn't seem to be in a good mood. I want to buy him something delicious."
"Does he like to eat? Milk tea? Which store?"
…
Wen Qing randomly picked a seat in the classroom, took out her mobile phone, subconsciously opened Iou's WeChat, and quickly turned it off.
After repeated several times, Wen Qing couldn't help sending a message.
[Where are you?]
Io responded to the message in seconds.
Io: [In the dormitory.]
Wen Qing: [Oh.]
Io: [Wait for you to finish class.]
Wen pursed his lips lightly, staring at the line.
As soon as his fingertips moved to the keyboard, suddenly, a hand appeared out of nowhere and took his phone away.
Wen Qing frowned, turned her head, and met a pair of narrow eyes.
Yu Xing came at some time, and sat beside him, playing with the phone with his slender and strong fingers.
Wen was slightly taken aback.
He knew that Yu Xing would come, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.
Yu Xing's gaze moved down inch by inch from his hair, and finally fell on his rosy lips.
He narrowed his eyes, leaned over lazily, and approached Wen Qing: "Sikong kissed you."
This is a statement, not a question.
Wen Qing pursed his lips, not only ignored him, but moved a seat to the right, away from Yu Xing.
Yu Xing propped himself up on the chair with one hand, and leaned forward again: "I want to kiss too."
Wen Qing: "..."
He pushed away Yu Xing's approaching face.
Yu Xing leaned over again, still yelling: "Qing Qing, how can you treat one more favorably than another."
Wen Qing pushed it away again.
Yu Xing didn't get any closer.
Wen lightly flexed his fingers and lowered his eyes.
From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of Yu Xing's clothes, a normal sweater and trousers, but his legs were crossed, his sitting posture was sloppy, and his whole person exuded an aura of going his own way.
Wen Qing's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and he was a little afraid of Yu Xing, afraid that Yu Xing would do something in the classroom, after all, there were only the two of them now.
Just as he was thinking, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open.
Wen Qing raised her eyes to look at the door. It was Li Fang, who was holding a bag of milk tea in her hand. Seeing that Wen Qing was not the only one in the classroom, she was stunned for two seconds.
"Old, teacher."
Li Fang stammered and explained: "I, I bought two extra cups of milk tea, do you want some?"
Yu Xing lazily leaned against the back of the chair, glanced at Wen Qing, and saw that his expression was slightly relaxed, and he did not drive anyone away.
He raised his jaw slightly and said to Li Fang, "Bring it here."
Demeanor and tone bossy.
Li Fang muttered a few words in his heart, but obediently stepped forward and brought the milk tea in front of the two of them.
Yu Xing took the milk tea, inserted the straw, and handed it to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse.
If you don't take it, Yu Xing might say something nasty again.
Thinking about it, he lowered his head and took a sip of milk tea.
Only then did Yu Xing pick up another cup of milk tea, took a sip, frowned after tasting the taste, and put the milk tea heavily on the table again.
The sound was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the empty classroom, as if it had been amplified.
Li Fang also became nervous. After a few minutes of getting along with each other, she could see that the teacher's boyfriend this time was not very good-tempered.
She stumbled and asked, "What, what's wrong?"
Yu Xing said casually, "This boss has a grudge against me."
Wen Qing looked down at the logo, a milk tea shop, and fell silent.
Li Fang blurted out: "Love, love and hatred?"
Wen Qing: "..."
Yu Xing sneered, neither admitting nor denying it.
Li Fang's eyelids twitched, thinking he was disgusting himself, he said hesitantly: "Then, I won't bother—"
Before the word "you" could be said, Yu Xing's eyes drifted over.
It seemed inadvertent, but it was full of oppression.
Li Fang paused and closed his mouth.
Yu Xing curled up his fingers, tapped on the table, and asked casually, "You don't drink milk tea?"
It's a topic of nothing to look for.
Li Fang realized that he was not letting him go, and said dryly, "Drink, the milk tea is in the classroom."
Yu Xing responded perfunctorily.
No more words were spoken, and the atmosphere was silent for a while.
Wen Qing hesitated and said to Li Fang, "Do you want to go back to the classroom first?"
Although he didn't want to be alone with Yu Xing, he didn't want to embarrass Li Fang either.
Li Fang immediately said, "No, no, it's still early for class."
"And..." She glanced at Yu Xing cautiously, thinking to herself, she didn't dare to leave either.
Li Fang paused, and gave a random reason: "The chairs in this classroom are quite comfortable to sit on."
"I, I'll rest for a while."
Wen nodded lightly, without thinking too much.
After all, Li Fang was quite strange.
Li Fang lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
Isn't it good to live a two-person world with the teacher
Why keep yourself this light bulb
Is this some kind of trendy fun
Should I take a note
…
Yu Xing glanced at Li Fang, seeing that she was quite sensible, turned his head to look at Wen Qing, and asked casually, "What time is the afternoon class?"
Wen Qing told the truth: "It's going to be four o'clock."
Hearing this, Yu Xing sneered.
From twelve to four, if Wen Qing wants to go to class, he can't do much at all.
Not long after, people gradually came to the classroom.
With more people, Wen Qing became more relaxed.
Seeing this, Yu Xing knocked on the table and said to Li Fang, "You can go."
Li Fang looked at him, then at Wen Qing, and got up obediently.
As she walked outside, she wondered what the purpose of the light bulb was.
"goodbye teacher."
"Goodbye." Wen responded lightly, took out his textbook, and began to preview the content of the class to come.
Yu Xing didn't even give Yu Xing a look.
Yu Xing raised his eyebrows, and slapped him beside him.
Without looking up, Wen Qing moved another seat to the right.
Yu Xing continued to squeeze, Wen Qing continued to move.
After moving to the seat on the far right, Wen Qing couldn't help but look up at him: "Are you finished?"
Seeing that he finally turned his attention to himself, Yu Xing blinked innocently: "I have something very important to tell you."
Wen Wei frowned slightly: "What is it?"
Yu Xing pointed to the boy sitting in the corner of the classroom, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know him?"
Wen Qing looked in the direction of his finger, it was a classmate in the next class.
"I've seen it, but I'm not familiar with it."
Yu Xing groaned, and said to him, "He's secretly watching porn, the kind with several people."
Wen Qing: "..."
Yu Xing pointed to another handsome boy, and continued, "He's gay, has a foot fetish, and likes SM."
Wen Qing: "..."
"Is this the important thing you said?"
Yu Xing rested his chin on one hand, nodded lazily, and said casually: "Well, you are willing to talk to me now."