Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat and his eyes skipped over Song Xuan to look at the people behind him.
Behind Song Xuan, at the door of the storage room, there were four or five boys standing.
The hair on their heads was colorful. They were the little brothers we saw yesterday. They lowered their heads and playfully kicked the chairs on the ground.
There was a person sitting on the chair, his hands and feet were tied, and his mouth was wrapped with tape. He had no way to make a sound, let alone escape. He could only hunch over as four people kicked and beat him.
"Transfer student." Song Xuan shouted again.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly. He took two steps back and immediately closed the door.
Only a fool would go there!
Only a fool would go over there and get beaten!
Wen quickly locked the door with trembling fingertips and retreated to the corner.
He pinched his palms and quickly looked around the small room.
Apart from a door, there was only a very small exhaust fan leading to the outside. It was tall and small, and Wen Qing had no way of getting out with his stature.
If you can't run...
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, wanting to see if there were any handy weapons.
But there's nothing but school uniforms and cushions in here.
The most offensive thing is probably his fist.
Wen Qing pursed her lips.
There were footsteps approaching outside the door.
Then, the wooden door shook.
Song Xuan's angry voice rang out from outside the door: "Open the door."
Wen Qing stood farthest from the door, motionless.
“Bang, bang, bang—”
The vibration of the wooden door became more and more violent.
The wooden door was very worn and looked very old, and so was the lock on it.
Wen Qing looked at the door lock nervously, watching as Song Xuan kicked the door, several cracks appeared on the edge of the door lock.
“Click—”
A corner of the wooden door was broken.
"Bang--"
The whole door was kicked crooked by Song Xuan.
The wooden door was tilted at an angle, with the lock dangling from it before slowly falling to the ground.
Song Xuan reached out and grabbed the door, pushing it aside.
Every movement he made raised the surrounding dust, which flew all over the air and lingered in front of Wen Qing.
A little dust floated into her eyes through her eyelashes, and Wen Qing's eyes suddenly turned red.
Song Xuan pushed open the door, walked in sideways, and saw Wen Qing standing by the wall.
His eyes were slightly red and his fair face was stained with dust. He was like a little rabbit that had run into a dead end, huddled nervously in the corner.
Song Xuan paused slightly, and a spark of fire inexplicably ignited in his heart.
He narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "I told you to come over here."
"Don't you understand?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly and dared not say a word.
He was a little afraid of Song Xuan and also of his younger brothers.
The violence outside the door did not stop because of Song Xuan. Wen Qing clearly heard the sound of fists hitting flesh, and even heard someone taking something made of steel and dragging it on the ground, making a harsh and sharp friction sound.
Wen Qing's face turned pale, and he quickly asked the system in his mind: [System, can't I use Sex on multiple people at the same time? ]
001: [No.]
Hearing the answer he didn't want, Wen Qing's face turned even paler.
Huangmao and the others are here, so this prop cannot be used on Song Xuan.
The halo of the victim...he wanted to leave it to Fu Ranxiu.
A one-week cooldown period is too long.
Wen's eyelashes trembled, and he weighed in his mind the importance of getting beaten up or leaving the dungeon early.
In Song Xuan's view, this look was like a useless little white rabbit that was scared to death.
Because of myself.
Because of the violent scene behind him.
Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing's trembling eyelashes.
He thought it was like a small flying insect that kept quivering, making people feel itchy and want to pinch it and play with it.
As the thought came to his mind, the little flame in his heart grew even brighter.
Song Xuan poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue and asked, "Transfer student, who asked you to come here?"
Wen Qing saw that he had no intention of hitting her for the time being, so she lowered her eyes and said slowly: "Squad Leader..."
Hearing these two words, Song Xuan sneered, his eyes moved from Wen Qing's face to his white and tender fingers, and said in a bad tone: "Are you guys having sex here?"
Wen Qing bent his fingers and held the school uniform tightly in his hand.
He didn't know whether what Song Xuan said just now was a question or a mockery.
His eyelashes trembled and he looked up at Song Xuan.
Facing Wen Qing's beautiful eyes, Song Xuan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little unhappy for some reason, and asked again: "Did you do it to him with your hands?"
“…”
Wen Qing was now certain that Song Xuan's words just now were a question.
"No," he pursed his lips and said slowly, "The monitor brought us here to get the school uniforms."
"There are others."
Song Xuan sneered. He glanced at Wen Qing's thin long-sleeved shirt, which was obviously bought at the school supermarket and printed with a large and ugly knockoff logo.
"If you listen to the monitor, then change." Song Xuan glanced at the piles of school uniforms on the ground and raised his chin slightly.
Wen Qing was stunned.
Song Xuan raised his lips and said, "Why? Didn't Fu Ranxiu tell you to change into school uniforms?"
"I said it..." Wen Qing responded vaguely, frowning slightly.
His back was pressed against the cold wall and his mind was very clear.
Song Xuan knew that Fu Ranxiu would ask them to change into school uniforms.
Song Xuan was unhappy with Fu Ranxiu, but he knew him very well...
"Transfer student."
Song Xuan kicked down the pile of school uniforms at his feet and sneered, "Waiting for me to take action?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips and clutched her school uniform tightly with her fingertips.
He only wore a long-sleeved shirt today.
Song Xuan obviously wanted him to take off his clothes...
If Song Xuan was gay, Wen Qing could guess what Song Xuan was thinking.
But judging from yesterday's reaction, Song Xuan is not only not gay, but also disgusting to gays.
Why do you want to watch a boy take off his clothes?
Changing clothes shouldn't be humiliating for an average straight man, right?
…………
After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing tentatively said to Song Xuan: "I, I'm gay."
Song Xuan's eyes were slightly startled, and he said coldly: "I know."
Wen Qing asked softly, "Do you still want to watch me change clothes?"
Are you afraid of gay men watching gays change clothes?
Are you asking for trouble?
The next second, Wen Qing knew he was wrong.
Totally wrong.
Song Xuan sneered and stepped on the girls' school uniform on the ground with his toes: "Let you fucking wear this."
"You're eager to be seen by me?"
Wen Qing ignored Song Xuan's dirty words. He pursed his lips and glanced at Huangmao and others outside the door.
They are still there.
You cannot use props against Song Xuan for the time being.
Wen Qing lowered his head, slowly opened the plastic bag of the girls' school uniform, and took out the clothes.
The upper body of both boys and girls is a white shirt, but the girls' school uniform shirt has a waistline, which is more slim-fitting.
Wen Qing picked up the shirt first and put the skirt aside.
He pulled at the corner of his clothes and asked Song Xuan in a low voice: "Um... can you close the door?"
His voice was low and dragged out. Song Xuan was slightly dazed and turned around unconsciously, straightening the crooked door, leaving no gap for Huangmao and others.
Wen Qing was stunned. He thought Song Xuan would not close the door and had even thought of an excuse.
He is gay and likes to be looked at by boys, so Song Xuan would feel disgusted and ask himself to close the door.
Wen Qing didn't intend to take the opportunity to escape, he just wanted to separate Song Xuan and his younger brothers, and then use the props and escape while the younger brothers were concerned about Song Xuan.
"Transfer student." Song Xuan spoke again.
Wen Qing grabbed the corner of his clothes, lifted them up quickly, and took them off.
He used his fastest speed, but in Song Xuan's eyes, all the movements seemed to be in slow motion and could be seen clearly.
Her skin is very white, without any body hair, her waist is slender and can be held in two hands, and her chest is light pink.
After putting on the shirt, it was obvious that the school uniform thrown to him was a bit big, making Wen Qing look like a child who had stolen adult clothes and was hurriedly buttoning up.
Push them up one by one, covering them bit by bit.
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and his throat moved slightly.
Wen Qing buttoned the wrong button in a hurry, and the collar was crooked, revealing her delicate collarbone.
Under the dim light in the storage room, it looked very astringent.
It's like... someone just did it to me.
"Brother Song, what should we do with that kid?"
Huangmao's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting his thoughts.
Song Xuan's face darkened: "Same as always."
Huang Mao asked again: "Then we are still needed here..."
Song Xuan said coldly: "You can go now."
Hearing this, Wen Qing paused and thought, wait a moment.
The footsteps outside the door faded away. Because of the poor sound insulation, Wen Qing could clearly hear the conversation between several people outside:
"What did Song say?"
"Let's get rid of this bastard."
"What about transfer students?"
"Song wants to do it himself."
"Myself? But..."
"Stop it, move the people quickly. This fat pig is really heavy."
…………
Wen Qing listened to the movements of his younger brothers outside while talking to Song Xuan, trying to delay time.
"I-I don't want to wear a skirt."
Song Xuan tilted his head, his eyes sliding from his wide collar to his lips that were opening and closing.
Her lips are bright red, with slightly protruding lip beads, as if asking for a kiss.
It's so fucking stupid.
"Is it okay?" Wen Qing asked in a low voice.
Song Xuan's head buzzed, as if a string had broken.
Without thinking, he strode up to Wen Qing, raised his hand to cover the back of his head, and kissed him hard.
Before Wen Qing could react, she felt a pain on her lips and tears instantly flowed out, swirling in her eyes.
He wanted to push Song Xuan away, but Song Xuan was too strong. He pressed the back of his head with one hand and grabbed his wrists with the other hand, pressing them against his chest.
Song Xuan did not close his eyes. He opened his eyes and looked into Wen Qing's misty eyes at close range. His blood instantly boiled.
He held Wen Qing's plump lips and sucked them hard. When the other party opened her mouth in pain, he pushed his tongue into her mouth and entangled it tightly.
Wen Qing felt pain and numbness from the rough kiss, her vision went slightly dark and she couldn't breathe.
He raised his foot with difficulty and kicked Song Xuan.
Song Xuan did not dodge and took the kick directly. At the same time, he put his right foot between his two feet and got closer.
"Hmm..." Wen Qing's mouth was blocked and she couldn't make any sound. She could only make a sound like a kitten's meow from her throat.
He didn't know why, but Song Xuan's movements became more and more rough, and he kept entangled with his tongue tip tightly.
The hot breath sprayed on his face, hot and wet, like a big human-shaped dog.
After a long while, when Wen Qing was almost kissed unconscious, Song Xuan finally let go of his mouth.
Wen Qing leaned weakly on Song Xuan's arm, her lips were swollen and painful, and trembling slightly.
Song Xuan stared straight at his mouth. His lips were blurred by his kisses and there was a faint red around them.
Perhaps he kissed her too hard, the blush on the transfer student's cheeks spread to her ears.
It seemed like he was being bullied badly, but it also seemed like he was letting him continue to bully him.
Song Xuan licked the water stains on his lips. For the first time in his life, he felt something for a man.
Wen Qing's pupils shrank: "You, you..."
"No pornography."
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