Song Xuan had a gloomy face and his eyes were full of hostility.
Wen Qing sat on the bed, holding the edge of the bed with his right hand, his fingertips pressing against the wooden board, a faint blood color seeping out.
Fu Ranxiu was standing beside his bed. If he moved closer, he would be able to kiss that hand.
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes, strode into the dormitory, stood in front of Fu Ranxiu, raised his hand and grabbed Fu Ranxiu's collar: "What the hell do you want to do?"
When his almond-shaped eyes were narrowed, they looked even narrower and longer, giving people a feeling that he was not easy to mess with and seemed like he would hit someone at any time.
Fu Ranxiu calmly pried his hands apart and lifted his eyelids. His expression did not change at all. He said to Song Xuan indifferently, "You should ask Wen Meng what he wants to do to me."
Wen Qing: “…”
Hearing Fu Ranxiu's words, Song Xuan became even more unhappy and sneered, "Who the hell is going to do anything to a pervert like you?"
He glanced at Wen Qing and spoke again: "Don't fucking think about him."
Fu Ranxiu sneered and said nothing.
Wen Qing somehow understood what Fu Ranxiu meant.
At this moment, it was not Fu Ranxiu who was thinking about him, but he was thinking about Fu Ranxiu.
Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan in silence.
The two men were of similar height and the atmosphere was tense.
Song Xuan clenched his fists, as if he wanted to hit someone, but he hesitated to do so.
Fu Ranxiu looked at Song Xuan quietly and said calmly, "Turn off the lights in another hour."
"I know," Song Xuan said with a smile, "From today on, I will live on campus."
Fu Ranxiu's face finally showed some emotion. He frowned slightly and looked at Song Xuan solemnly.
Wen Qing was stunned.
One reason was that Song Xuan was actually going to live on campus, and the other was that Fu Ranxiu was actually angry about this matter.
Song Xuan obviously knew that Fu Ranxiu would be unhappy about this. He raised the corner of his mouth, leaned against Wen Qing's bed, and raised his chin slightly: "Come in and put your things down."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qing saw several men in suits and ties walking in carrying suitcases, handbags and other things.
One of them opened Song Xuan's wardrobe and started packing things, one changed Song Xuan's bed sheets, and one carried a box and went straight into the bathroom...
The dormitory, which was not spacious to begin with, was instantly packed with people. They didn't speak, or even make any noise, and they quickly and quietly tidied up the dormitory for Song Xuan.
In less than ten minutes, they left one after another as if they had never been there.
Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan in a daze.
If Song Xuan starts living on campus from today, it will be even more difficult for him to find an opportunity to be alone with Fu Ranxiu, let alone use props.
Suddenly, Song Xuan turned his head and looked straight at him: "Did he touch your hand?"
Wen Qing was still thinking about the props and hadn't come back to his senses.
He didn't say anything, Song Xuan's face became even more ugly, and he asked again: "Did he touch more than just your hand?"
Wen Qing came back to his senses. His eyes twitched and he gritted his teeth and said, "He didn't touch me!"
Song Xuan's face darkened: "I saw it all."
You saw shit!
Wen Qing thought, it was clearly him who touched Fu Ranxiu.
Song Xuan looked at him suspiciously, snorted coldly, and asked, "What are you planning to do by getting so close?"
"What's it got to do with you?" Wen Qing gritted her teeth, ignored Song Xuan, and got into bed.
Song Xuan stared at the back of his head for a while, then turned sideways to take a bath towel from the closet, casually put it on his shoulder, and walked towards the bathroom.
When he passed by Fu Ranxiu, he paused and said expressionlessly: "Don't touch him."
Fu Ranxiu glanced at him, ignored Song Xuan, returned to his desk, and read with his eyes down.
………
Wen Qing stared at the ceiling for a while, and suddenly heard the sound of dripping water, which was particularly clear.
When I turned around, I saw Song Xuan taking a shower.
The bathroom is separated into dry and wet areas. In addition to the bathroom door, the shower room has a separate glass door.
Song Xuan did not close the bathroom door, he only closed the glass door, which was almost the same as not closing the door.
The faint hot mist could not cover Song Xuan's body at all. Wen Qing could clearly see Song Xuan's wheat-colored skin, firm and tight muscles, and strong and powerful waist.
As if sensing Wen Qing's gaze, Song Xuan paused while applying shampoo, glanced outside, then turned around and faced Wen Qing calmly.
Wen Qing's pupils shrank and her cheeks turned red instantly.
This lunatic Song Xuan must have done it on purpose!
Wen Qing quickly looked away and turned his back to the bathroom.
The sound of water dripping could be heard, and Wen Qing's mind was full of the scene just now, and her cheeks were getting redder and redder.
Soon, the bed shook slightly.
Wen Weiwei tilted her head slightly and saw Song Xuan climbing onto the bed out of the corner of her eye.
With wet hair, he sat on the bed next to Wen Qing, his upper body naked, fortunately he was wearing shorts on his lower body.
Song Xuan sat on the bed, just staring at Wen Qing.
His gaze was almost material. Wen Qing seemed to be able to feel his gaze wandering across her face, slowly sliding down, landing on her lips, and continuing down.
Wen Qing bent his fingers, couldn't help but pull the quilt, and buried half of his face in the quilt.
Song Xuan was still looking at him, just looking at his eyebrows and eyes exposed outside the quilt.
After burying himself in the quilt for a while, Wen Qing felt stuffy and hot.
Seeing that Song Xuan was still looking at him, he couldn't help but sit up and said to Song Xuan: "Don't look at me."
Song Xuan casually pushed the hair on his forehead back and stared at Wen Wei's slightly blushing cheeks: "Fu Ranxiu can touch you, but I can't look at you?"
Wen Qing gritted his teeth: "He didn't touch me!"
"I touched him."
Song Xuan was slightly startled, then narrowed his eyes: "Then look at me too."
Wen Qing: “…”
"I don't want to look at you."
Song Xuan sneered: "Didn't you just look at it?"
"Do you want to see more? I can take it off."
As he spoke, he put his hands on his pants.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and he thought to himself, Song Xuan is a lunatic!
Song Xuan stared at his expression and frowned slightly: "You don't like it?"
“I’m this big.”
Wen Qing's cheeks became even redder, and even the tips of her ears were red.
He somewhat understood what Song Xuan meant.
Because I told you before that I’m gay, so, so... did you do it on purpose for him to see?
Wen Qing's face flushed, and she didn't want to finish talking to the lunatic. She crawled into the quilt, wrapping herself tightly so that not even a hair was exposed.
But through the quilt, he could still feel Song Xuan's vague gaze.
Wen Qing closed her eyes and tried her best to ignore this feeling.
"Wen Meng." Song Xuan suddenly spoke.
Wen Qing ignored him.
Song Xuan: "Aren't you bored?"
"I don't look at you."
Wen Qingmen, after hearing Song Xuan's words, tentatively poked his head out and met Song Xuan's direct gaze.
Just looked at him, doing nothing, like a big dog staring at its owner.
Still a deceiving dog.
Song Xuan looked at Wen Qing's face greedily. She looked as if she had been suffocated. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes were misty with a thin layer of water, and the tip of her nose was also slightly pink.
Wen Qing was so angry that he picked up the pillow and threw it over.
Song Xuan didn't dodge and the pillow still hit him in the face.
At the moment when the pillow was about to fall, he raised his hand to grab it, bent down to sniff it, it was fragrant and sweet.
Seeing him grow older, Wen Qing's cheeks turned even redder. What a pervert!
“You, you…”
Song Xuan raised his eyes and looked at him, his throat moving slightly: "Wen Meng, why do you smell so good?"
Wen Qing was about to scold him.
Fu Ranxiu's voice rang out from the side: "Turn off the lights."
"Shut up."
After saying that, Fu Ranxiu stood up and turned off the lights in the dormitory.
The lights-out bell rang.
The noisy dormitory building gradually became quiet. Song Xuan stopped talking and sat quietly on the bed.
After a long time, Wen Qingqing slowly poked her head out and breathed in the fresh air.
The moonlight crept into the dormitory from the balcony. Wen Qing vaguely saw Song Xuan's face and once again felt Song Xuan's gaze clearly.
Wen Qing closed her eyes and forced herself to ignore Song Xuan's gaze.
After a long time, I finally felt sleepy and slowly fell asleep.
………………
The next morning, Wen Qing was woken up.
I heard vague words like "get up" and "get up" in my ears.
Wen Qing opened his eyes drowsily, only to see Song Xuan standing beside the bed, brushing his teeth and calling him to get up.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and then heard the melodious wake-up song.
I slept so late last night that I didn't hear the ringing in the morning.
After checking the time, Wen Qing quickly sat up and lifted the quilt.
Song Xuan's gaze slowly fell from his sleepy face to his stomach.
The corner of her pajamas was slightly lifted, revealing her soft and white waist.
Song Xuan remembered the touch and couldn't help licking his lips.
Wen Qing immediately put his clothes in order and tried to climb out of bed.
As soon as he stretched out his feet, he saw Song Xuan staring at his feet.
"you……"
Song Xuan said, "I didn't say anything nonsense, nor did I do anything."
After saying that, he raised his head slightly. Maybe because he had just woken up, his hair was a little messy and the ends of his hair were slightly curled up.
Wen Qing looked at him and inexplicably thought of the big dog asking for a reward from his owner.
Wen Qing was stunned by his own thought, and then said to Song Xuan: "Get out of the way, I want to get up."
Song Xuan stood aside, leaving Wen Qing enough space to climb out of the bed.
Wen Qing climbed down from the bed and looked around. Fu Ranxiu was not in the dormitory and should have gone to the classroom.
He went to the bathroom to wash up, and Song Xuan followed him in to rinse his mouth.
He walked to the balcony and Song Xuan followed him there.
He walked out of the dormitory and Song Xuan followed him out.
When Zhang Yang saw the follower behind Wen Qing, he was stunned for a long time, then he faced Song Xuan's gaze and slowly walked towards Wen Qing.
Song Xuan was only two or three steps away from Wen Qing and could hear their conversation.
Zhang Yang didn't say anything, but used his eyes to indicate to Wen Qing what was going on.
"I don't know," Wen Qing pursed her lips.
He stopped, turned around and said to Song Xuan, "Stay away from me!"
Song Xuan paused and glanced at Zhang Yang.
He looked at Zhang Yang twice and narrowed his eyes: "Transfer student?"
Zhang Yang looked at him and nodded hesitantly.
Song Xuan sighed, stopped and stood still.
Seeing that he didn't catch up, Wen Qing lowered his voice and said to Zhang Yang, "I don't know what's wrong with him."
Zhang Yang responded. Compared to Song Xuan, he had other things to say.
"The group didn't do anything last night but sleep. They were also normal this morning and didn't talk to me."
"I don't know what will happen during the day."
Zhang Yang looked Wen Qing up and down and asked, "What about you?"
Wen Qing said truthfully: "It's nothing, it's just that Song Xuan suddenly came back to live on campus."
"Also..." He paused and whispered, "The improvement in the grades of the first class of students should be due to Fu Ranxiu."
"Bullying transfer students is also because it can help improve your grades."
Zhang Yang was stunned. They were just guessing yesterday and were not sure.
He whispered to Wen Qing: "Did you use props?"
Wen Qing shook his head: "No."
"Anyway, it was Fu Ranxiu who did it."
Wen Qing didn't tell him the details, and Zhang Yang wisely stopped asking.
Zhang Yang thought for a moment and said, "Today I will find an opportunity to use the props on Fu Ranxiu."
Wen Qing responded.
There were many students going to the teaching building in the morning, so the two of them took a detour and walked on a deserted path.
After walking for a distance, Zhang Yang looked back and saw Song Xuan still following them, keeping a distance between them and the other.
I could follow them, but I couldn't hear their conversation.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is this kid so obedient to you because of the props he used yesterday?"
Wen Qing shook his head, thinking that he didn't have such a powerful prop.
Zhang Yang was stunned: "What's going on?"
"What did you do after using the props yesterday?"
Wen Qing hesitated and said, "Is it okay to just beat him up?"
"Yes, why not?"
Zhang Yang nodded, looked at Wen Qing's thin arms and legs, then turned his head to look at Song Xuan's tall figure.
He pondered for a while, then said with sudden enlightenment: "I understand."
"He must have recognized you as his big brother."
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