Wen Qing's voice was nasal, sticky, and a little hoarse.
The sound echoed in his ears, and Song Xuan felt more and more intensely.
"you……"
He opened his mouth, and then he felt something was wrong.
It was as if all the strength in my body was drained away in an instant.
Song Xuan's legs went limp and he fell straight down.
Wen Qing already had no strength from the kiss just now, and when Song Xuan fell, he fell directly on him, and was crushed with him.
Fortunately, there was a soft cushion on the ground, so he was not hurt. However, his whole face was buried in Song Xuan's strong chest. He was a little breathless and his eyes were black.
Wen Qing instinctively breathed hard to absorb oxygen.
It seemed that the only sound in Song Xuan's ears was the gentle and sticky breathing, and his chest felt hot and itchy.
He could clearly feel the shirt around Wen Qing's mouth getting wet with her breath, tightly covering him.
The thin cloth seemed to be pressing heavily on his heart, and Song Xuan's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
The changes in your body are beyond your control.
Wen Qing originally wanted to wait for a while before getting up, but the two of them were close to each other, and he sensed Song Xuan.
He wanted to blame it on the props, but before the props were used, Song Xuan had already...
Wen Qing gritted her teeth, opened her mouth in anger, tilted her head and bit Song Xuan's arm hard.
A muffled groan sounded overhead.
Hearing this sound, Wen Qing bit even harder.
Song Xuan couldn't help but squint his eyes. This little pain was nothing to him.
He didn't feel any pain, but instead felt that the little rabbit in his arms was probably angry.
When a rabbit is cornered, it bites.
Biting him on purpose, teasing him.
Song Xuan flexed his fingers and pressed Wen Qing's head towards himself.
He lowered his head, resting his chin on Wen Qing's head, stroking her soft hair with his fingertips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Harder."
Wen Qing was stunned, and felt Song Xuan's warmth and force more clearly.
He gritted his teeth and pushed Song Xuan's hand away.
Song Xuan really had no strength left, and his right hand was easily pushed away by him.
He turned his head to look at Wen Qing's flushed cheeks and asked, "Transfer student."
"What did you do to me?"
Be a big head ghost.
Wen Qing cursed him in his heart and tried to push Song Xuan's body.
It was so heavy, like a mountain pressing down on him, and he couldn't push it away.
Wen Qing took a deep breath and moved to the side with difficulty.
[System, how long will this item take effect? ]
001: [A sexy moment. ]
Wen Qing moved out little by little, and saw Song Xuan blocking his way with his arm. He slapped it away fiercely and continued to ask in his mind: [How long is that? ]
001: [It depends on the person. ]
Wen Qing pursed her lips and continued to crawl out.
After crawling for a while, half of his body had left Song Xuan's oppression, and his calf was lying sideways, pressed against Song Xuan's body.
Wen Qing's calves felt hot and he thought, well... Song Xuan should take quite a while.
Song Xuan tilted his head, hooked his fingers around the corner of Wen Qing's clothes, and admired him as he slowly moved out.
The wide collar slanted down, revealing half of his round, white shoulders. His skin was white and tender, and after moving on the rough cushion for a while, his shoulders turned slightly red.
Every time Wen Qing moved, the clothes would shift to varying degrees, around the collarbone, chest, waist...
The brand new white shirt was covered in wrinkles and stained with dust, looking so pitiful that it made people want to protect it, but also to destroy it.
Song Xuan looked at Wen Qing solemnly.
It wasn't until he felt a pat on the back of his hand that he came to his senses.
Wen Qing finally moved out and turned around to see Song Xuan hooking his clothes.
He tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Let go!"
Song Xuan certainly didn't want to let go, but at the moment he was no match for Wen Qing.
Wen Qing pulled back his clothes and sat down on the cushion beside him to catch his breath.
He didn't dare to stay any longer. After a while, he stood up, picked up the size M school uniform on the ground, and walked towards the door.
Song Xuan stared at his back and said with a low laugh, "Transfer student."
"You have a nice butt."
"Has Fu Ranxiu touched it?"
Pat your head!
Wen Qing paused, turned around, walked to Song Xuan, and kicked Song Xuan in the waist angrily.
"You're crazy!"
Song Xuan's body swayed slightly and he fell on his back after being kicked.
He didn't care about Wen Qing's behavior at all. He raised his eyebrows, raised his hand pretentiously, and pointed downwards: "Kick here."
Wen Qing looked at the place he pointed at, her cheeks slightly red.
How dare you act like a hooligan!
He bent down and slapped Song Xuan in the face.
“Pah—”
The crisp sound of slaps echoed in the small storage room.
Wen Qing used all his strength and hit Song Xuan's face off.
Song Xuan didn’t know whether he was in pain or not, he only knew that he was dying of pain.
Her palms were red and numb from the pain, and Wen Qing almost cried.
Wen Qing took a deep breath, held back her tears, and cursed: "You, you are sick!"
Song Xuan tilted his head to look at him, his right cheek slightly red.
He poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue and said nonchalantly, "Well, I'm a psychopath."
Wen Qing pursed her lips, not knowing what to curse for a moment.
He rarely swears and doesn't know how to swear.
He thought for a while, grabbed Song Xuan's hair, and threatened fiercely: "Don't you dare talk nonsense again!"
Song Xuan met Wen Qing's eyes and was stunned.
His eyes were red and there was obvious anger flashing in them. His light brown pupils seemed even brighter, like glass beads.
I want to lick it and play with it.
Song Xuan blinked, and his gaze involuntarily slid down to rest on Wen Qing's chest.
He was bent over with his collar open, revealing his upper body.
“Pah—”
There was another crisp slap.
Wen Qing pulled up his collar, blushing, and continued to threaten: "You are not allowed to touch me either."
“Did you hear that?!”
Song Xuan licked his lips: "I heard it."
Wen Qing had never threatened anyone like this in his life, and after saying what he wanted to say, he didn't know what to say.
He paused, imitated the lines from a TV drama, and said fiercely: "If you dare to do this again, next time, next time it won't be as simple as not having enough strength!"
"Be careful or you may die!"
Song Xuan half closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Be careful of your life or be careful of your life gen?"
Wen Qing only heard him talking nonsense again and didn't notice that there was something wrong with his voice, so he raised his hand and slapped him again.
Song Xuan's breathing became heavier.
Wen Qing's eyes widened: "I told you not to talk nonsense!"
Song Xuan snorted softly and narrowed his eyes.
Wen Qing thought for a moment and asked again, "Are you familiar with the squad leader?"
Song Xuan paused, looked up at Wen Qing and said, "Don't mention the person who spoils the fun."
His voice was hoarse and his breath was wrong.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she looked down at Song Xuan's hand, and angrily slapped him in the face again.
Neuropathy!
Damn pervert!
…………
Wen Qing kicked Song Xuan's leg, turned around and walked out, not forgetting to pick up his new school uniform.
Song Xuan stared at his back, his face burning with pain.
He licked his lips, sniffed the faint fragrance in the air, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
This little rabbit is pretty hot.
Wen Qing left the storage room without looking back. As soon as he reached the stairs, he saw Huangmao and other younger brothers coming towards him.
Seeing Wen Qing's appearance, the younger brothers were all stunned and stood still.
Wen Qing quickly quickened his pace and walked towards another corner.
Fortunately, Huangmao and the others did not chase him, but just whispered behind him:
"Fuck, that transfer student's eyes are red, is he crying?"
"He must have cried. Look at his clothes. Brother Song must have hit him hard."
"Brother Song is worthy of being Brother Song. He actually beat a grown man to tears."
…………
Wen Qing paused, walked quickly up to the second floor, and went straight into the men's restroom.
It's morning reading time and there's no one in the toilet.
He changed his clothes and washed his face and mouth.
Wen Qing stayed in front of the mirror for a long time. Only when her mouth was no longer so red and swollen did she wipe the water droplets off her face and slowly returned to the classroom.
When he returned to the classroom, morning self-study had already ended. The students were all busy with their own things and no one even looked at Wen Qing.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to his seat.
He looked at Jiang Yan, who was lying on the table, motionless and seemingly soundly asleep.
Wen Qing drank a sip of milk, slowly unwrapped the bread, and looked at the other players.
Zhang Yang and Chen Jing were not there. Besides him and Jiang Yan, Xu Yuan was the only one in the classroom.
Xu Yuan lowered her head and was about to eat breakfast.
"Xu Yuan!"
Suddenly, a girl with short hair walked quickly past Wen Qing, jumped to Xu Yuan's side, and shouted her name.
Xu Yuan was not frightened and turned around calmly.
The next second, the short-haired girl raised her arm and knocked the breakfast out of Xu Yuan's hand.
The short-haired girl quickly said, "Oh, sorry."
Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment: "It doesn't matter."
She bent down to pick it up, and the girl with short hair moved to the side and stepped on Xu Yuan's sleeve.
The white sleeves were printed with black footprints.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
As she spoke, the short-haired girl took a step forward, stepped on the bread, and said to Xu Yuan: "Hey, forget it, don't eat this bread..."
"I'll compensate you."
Xu Yuan raised her head and stared blankly at the girl with short hair.
Wen Qing, who was not far away, was also stunned.
It was clear from his perspective.
This short-haired girl deliberately ruined Xu Yuan's breakfast and stepped on Xu Yuan on purpose, even though she could have avoided it...
Wen Qingwei frowned slightly, glanced at Fu Ranxiu at the table in front of him, took a big bite of the bread, and ate breakfast quickly.
He only bought a loaf of bread.
"Have my sandwich," the short-haired girl said, taking out a sandwich and handing it to Xu Yuan, "I made this myself this morning."
Xu Yuan didn't answer, and the girls at the same table and the tables in front and behind her said:
"Eat it. Fangfang didn't do it on purpose."
"She is rough and clumsy to begin with, don't be angry."
"Xu Yuan, you won't be angry about such a small matter, right?"
…………
"I..." Xu Yuan hesitated for a moment, but still took the sandwich from the short-haired girl, "I'm not angry."
The short-haired girl named Fangfang smiled and urged, "Eat quickly."
"Class is about to start, so we need to seize the time to study."
Xu Yuan had a bad feeling in her heart, but she was surrounded by several classmates and could only take a bite of the sandwich cautiously.
She took only a small bite, but the next second, she saw a black object sandwiched in the bread, and its tentacles moved tremblingly.
“Aaaaaaaah!!”
Xu Yuan threw away the sandwich in horror, pushed Fangfang away, and ran out of the classroom retching.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and looked at the sandwich on the ground.
The sandwich bread, lettuce, etc. were scattered all over the floor, and there was a huge cockroach lying on the lettuce.
Wen Qing's expression changed slightly, and the bread in his mouth seemed to have a strange taste.
Fangfang and the others looked at Xu Yuan's back and said with a smile, "What? You are so funny."
"What a coward, hahaha."
"A small toy scared me like this." Fangfang smiled as she bent down, picked up the cockroach and patted it.
The cockroach's body shook like jelly, soft and fluffy, obviously just a cockroach-like toy.
"Hahaha, I guess she doesn't even want to eat today."
"It's good to be hungry for a day."
"Is there a physical education class today? Let me see."
…………
Hearing the girls' undisguised malice, Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at the other students.
They looked calm, doing their own things, not affected at all by what Fangfang and the others said. They didn't even glance at them, as if they were used to similar things.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.
Suddenly, Fu Ranxiu moved.
Wen Qing quickly opened the book and pretended to study.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze stunned.
Long black marks were made on the book by a black pen, with such force that they directly pierced through the paper.
Twisted black words can be seen everywhere in the blank spaces of the pages: Die.
Go to hell!
Go to hell!
Go to hell!
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