Song Xuan tilted his head, the black hair on his forehead slightly spread out, revealing his sharp brow bones, and his dark phoenix eyes stared at Wen Qing, with a gleam of greed in his eyes.

Like a large dog waiting to be fed by its owner.

Large dogs always keep their eyes on their owners and will not move away.

It was as if he was the only one she could see.

Wen Qing had the illusion that she was burned by his gaze and could not help but turn her head away to avoid Song Xuan's sight.

He lowered his head and flipped through the homework, picked out three biology test papers, and slapped Song Xuan in the face.

"Don't study physics, study biology first."

Song Xuan: “…”

He raised his face and did not avoid Wen Qing's hand, but sniffed it instead.

Wen Qing could feel his breath through the test paper, it was very hot.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she let go of his hand regardless of whether Song Xuan was holding the test paper or not.

The test paper slid to the ground without any external force. Song Xuan raised his hand, grabbed the paper and pressed it on the table.

He picked up the pen casually and turned it around: "Okay, the teacher asked me to study biology."

"I'll study biology first."

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and looked at him, always 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 expressionlessly: "You should learn your Paramecium well."

"Student Song."

Song Xuan snorted twice, twirled his pen, and looked casually at Fu Ranxiu who was sitting opposite him.

He turned sideways, put his arm on the corner of Wen Qing's clothes, and raised his eyebrows provocatively.

Fu Ranxiu pushed his glasses and said to Wen Qing, "There are a lot of homework assignments, and Song Xuan doesn't know how to answer many of them. I can't finish them in a short time."

"It's better to let him do what he can do first."

This not only called Song Xuan stupid, but also hinted to Wen Qing to stay away from Song Xuan.

Song Xuan's face immediately turned dark.

Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan's expression, then looked at Fu Ranxiu who was feeling evil inside, walked to the center of the western dining table, and sat down without bias.

He said to the two, "Do you want to waste time chatting?"

Fu Ranxiu looked at him quietly and asked, "Is everything fine after finishing the homework?"

Wen Qing nodded: "My job today is to help you with your homework."

"You can go home after you finish writing."

"Okay." Fu Ranxiu lowered his eyes and began to organize the homework and classify it by subject.

Song Xuan looked at the distance between himself and Wen Qing, which was half the table, and said unhappily, "Teacher, Fu Ranxiu is sitting opposite me, and I can't do my homework."

"Nausea, vomiting."

Wen Qing uttered an "oh" and said calmly, "You can do it in another room."

“There are plenty of rooms here.”

Song Xuan immediately started to do his homework, and said without raising his head: "I won't feel sick when I smell the teacher's fragrance."

"Teacher, come closer to me."

Wen Qing guessed what he was planning and said slowly, "It's not necessary."

"You have a very sensitive nose. I'm afraid I'll stink you if I get too close."

Song Xuan: “…”

He wanted to say something, but when he saw the pile of homework beside him, he closed his mouth again.

Write first, then say what you want to say and do what you want to do.

The living room was quiet for a moment, and then the sound of a chair being pulled out was heard.

Wen Qing raised his eyes and saw Jiang Yan sitting opposite him. He supported his chin with one hand and said with a curved lip, "Thank you for your hard work in tutoring these two unfilial sons of mine."

Wen Qing: “…”

Quite into the play.

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 Qing pursed her lips, took the milk, and thanked him quietly.

Jiang Yan still likes to feed him milk.

Suddenly, I had the illusion that I was still in the human world.

Seeing that he was holding the milk without moving, Jiang Yan asked softly, "Is your body the same now as when you were in the human world?"

After hearing this question, Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan both slowed down their writing speed.

They remained silent, just like Jiang Yan, waiting for Wen Qing's answer.

Wen Qing whispered, "Not quite the same."

He thought for a moment and continued, "Now I can sleep normally and eat as well."

But he didn't show any obvious signs of hunger. It was unclear whether it was because something was wrong with his body or because he had been fed since returning.

Jiang Yan nodded and looked at Wen Qingyi's beautiful face quietly: "That's good."

The only sound in the living room was the rustling of pens across paper.

Wen bit the milk straw lightly, staring at the homework on the table in a daze.

In addition to the test papers, the homework also includes some exercise books. The exercise books are not thick, but can be stacked up to almost half a meter high.

Do high school seniors have so much homework on weekends?

Isn’t this a bit too outrageous?

Wen Qing stared at the homework for a while and had a rough idea in his mind.

It must have something to do with Io.

He took out his cell phone and wanted to contact Io, but saw the low battery indicator, so he had to find a charger to charge it.

I forgot to buy a new phone yesterday and I didn’t have the chance today.

Wen Qing sat back at the dining table again, drinking milk slowly and in a daze.

Perhaps because I was not alone, this time I did not feel any negative emotions during my daydreaming.

Instead, there is a sense of comfort, like emptying your mind and meditating.

It wasn't until a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears that Wen Qing came back to his senses.

"teacher."

Wen Qing looked up and found Fu Ranxiu standing beside him without him knowing when.

Jiang Yan, who was originally sitting opposite him, was nowhere to be seen.

Wen Qing: "What's wrong?"

"I have finished my English homework." Fu Ranxiu placed a stack of English test papers and newspapers in front of Wen Qing.

When he withdrew his hand, his fingertips gently stroked the back of Wen Qing's hand.

"Teacher, can you check it?"

A tingling electric sensation on the back of her hand spread along her arm. Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, and she quickly dodged Fu Ranxiu's hand, accidentally knocking over the milk beside her.

There was only a little bit of milk left at the bottom, and he poured it all into his hands.

The noise was neither big nor small, and Song Xuan looked over.

He asked Fu Ranxiu coldly: "What did you do?"

Fu Ranxiu said calmly: "Let the teacher help me check my homework."

Song Xuan glanced at Wen Qing's condition and narrowed his eyes: "Did you finish writing so quickly?"

Fu Ranxiu opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Song Xuan did not give him a chance to speak. He opened his mouth again and said to Wen Qing: "Teacher, he is very fast."

"He can't."

Wen Qing: “…”

Fu Ranxiu: “…”

Wen Qing wiped it with a tissue, but his hands still felt sticky.

He frowned slightly, stood up and said, "I'm going to wash my hands, you guys continue with your homework."

As soon as he took a step, his hand was grabbed.

Fu Ranxiu put his arm around his wrist and stared at him with his eyes lowered.

There were still some traces of milk on the back of her hand, and the white and tender fingers on the back of her hand were red to varying degrees due to the vigorous rubbing just now, making her look even more attractive.

Fu Ranxiu's throat moved slightly, and he said slowly: "Teacher, I will help you wash."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment: "I have hands, I can wash them myself."

After saying that, he tried to retract his hand, but failed to break free from Fu Ranxiu's hand.

Suddenly, Fu Ranxiu lowered his head, licked the milk stains on the back of his hand, and licked his fingertips along the trail of milk.

He slightly opened his lips and gently sucked the back of her warm hand. There was a sweet fragrance and a hint of milk between his lips and teeth.

Fu Ranxiu's series of actions were very quick, as if they had been planned in advance. Wen Qing was about to hit someone with his other hand, but as soon as he raised his hand, Fu Ranxiu let go of him.

Fu Ranxiu lifted his eyelids, licked his lips, felt the remaining warmth between his lips and teeth, and said calmly: "Teacher's milk is very sweet."

The teacher is a serious teacher and the milk is serious milk.

But when the two words are put together, there is an inexplicable sense of sensuality.

Wen Qing's cheeks instantly turned red: "You——"

As soon as he said a word, Song Xuan stood up, kicked away the chair and rushed over.

Wen Qing thought they were going to fight, but he didn't expect that he would be pressed down on the chair by Song Xuan.

Song Xuan grabbed his hand and began to lick it, imitating what Fu Ranxiu had done just now.

His licking movements were much rougher, and he licked the back of Wen Qing's hand and fingers randomly, as if he was an animal marking territory and erasing other smells.

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched and she pushed his head away.

Song Xuan tilted his head and stared at Wen Qing's fingers.

The fingers were covered with a layer of translucent water, sparkling, white with a hint of red, and with a slightly astringent smell.

Song Xuan came up to Wen Qing and asked, "Teacher."

"I lick better than him?"

“…”

Wen Qing raised the corner of his mouth and was about to say, "What the hell!"

Suddenly, a tiny sound of breaking through the air was heard.

Half an apple hit Song Xuan's head.

Jiang Yan stood at the kitchen door, holding half an apple in one hand and a small fruit knife in the other.

He had a blank expression on his face: "You, an unfilial son, are attacking my future father while I'm cutting some fruit?"

Wen Qing: “…”

Song Xuan stood up, unbuttoned his collar, and strode towards Jiang Yan: "You are really old and your eyes are blurry. This is your future daughter-in-law."

Wen Qing: “…”

As the two got closer, they started fighting again.

You punch me and I punch you, I kick you, but fortunately the living room is large and we can let them do whatever they want.

Wen Qing glanced at them twice, did not stop them, turned around and walked towards the bathroom nearby.

Turn on the tap and wash your hands thoroughly.

Just as he was about to wipe his hands, a towel suddenly appeared under his eyes.

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 Qing pursed her lips.

The next second, two figures appeared at the bathroom door.

Song Xuan and Jiang Yan stood outside the door.

Song Xuan had a cold face and dragged Fu Ranxiu out of the bathroom with a sneer on his face: "Not only are you fast, but you also know how to take advantage of opportunities?"

Jiang Yan smiled coldly and said to Song Xuan: "You two are the same, neither of you is a good person."

Song Xuan let go of Fu Ranxiu, clapped his hands in disgust, and looked straight at Wen Qing: "I am indeed not a good person."

"I am Teacher Wen Qing's dog."