Hearing Wen Qing's words, Song Xuan remained calm and asked, "Do you like dogs?"
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, unable to react to the meaning of this sentence.
Song Xuan asked again: "Do you like it?"
Wen Qing didn't want to pay attention to him and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Song Xuan placed his hands on the washstand, trapped Wen Qing next to the washstand, and asked again: "Do you like it?"
The two were very close to each other, and Wen Qing could touch Song Xuan's body with just a slight movement.
He glanced at Song Xuan's strong arms, leaned forward against the washstand, and gritted his teeth and said, "I like it!"
"Is that all right?"
Song Xuan raised his eyelids and looked straight at Wen Qing: "I can be a dog, too."
Wen Qing: “???”
???
What?
He looked at Song Xuan in the mirror in shock: "I, I'm talking about a real dog!"
Animal dog!
Song Xuan's nostrils twitched slightly. The stench on Wen Qing was still there, thick and heavy, covering up his own sweet fragrance.
Wen Qing felt the sound of breathing beside her ear, and the warm breath blew on her earlobe.
His eyelashes trembled as he looked at the mirror in front of him. The scene reflected in the mirror was like Song Xuan hugging him from behind, frowning, and smelling him seriously.
Wen Qing felt a sense of irritation in his heart, and raised his hand to give Song Xuan an elbow: "Even dogs can't smell as well as you!"
After saying that, he stepped on Song Xuan again: "Get out of the way!"
Song Xuan looked at his slightly irritable appearance and realized that Wen Qing didn't like the back-to-back position, so he let go of his hand.
Wen Qing turned around and took a step when he saw Song Xuan blocking his way with his foot.
It was fine when he had his back to him, but when he looked directly at Song Xuan, Wen Qing could more clearly feel the difference in their heights and physical fitness.
Wen Qing frowned: "What else do you want to do?"
Song Xuan didn't say anything, but used his actions to tell him what else to do.
Still want to smell it.
Song Xuan took a step forward, leaned against Wen Qing's toes, lowered his head, and sniffed his collar.
It's all on the collar, how can it stink for so long...
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked with a dark face: "Did you touch that stinky woman too?"
Wen Qing: “…”
I'm still thinking about touching...
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then squeezed out two words: "No."
Song Xuan asked: "Why can it stink for so long?"
Wen Qing: "...Her hair got tangled in my buttons."
Song Xuan looked at him doubtfully.
Wen Qingkuai was annoyed by him and couldn't help asking, "Who I touch is none of your business!"
"I can touch whoever I want! I can touch whoever I want!"
Hearing this, Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.
Wen Qing was forced to step back, his back against the wall.
He raised his foot and wanted to walk to the other side, but Song Xuan was one step faster than him.
Song Xuan placed his right foot between his feet, bent his knees slightly, and trapped him against the wall.
Song Xuan lowered his eyes and stared at Wen Qing's flushed cheeks. There was anger flashing in his clear and shining eyes, and his whole body looked exceptionally lively.
He stared at Wen Qing's rosy lips. Perhaps because she was very angry, her lips were slightly parted, and her snow-white teeth were faintly visible.
Song Xuan couldn't help but licking his lips.
Wen Qing didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't like being trapped here by Song Xuan.
Wen Qing bent his fingers, raised his hand and slapped Song Xuan hard in the face.
“Pah—”
"I told you not to touch me!"
Song Xuan stared at his lips and asked again: "Can I move my mouth?"
Wen Qing slapped him again with his backhand.
Song Xuan did not dodge and let Wen Qing hit him. The moment he was about to hit him, he grabbed Wen Qing's hand.
After Wen Qing's two slaps, his palms felt painful and numb, and he had no strength left.
Afraid that Song Xuan would see that he was pretending, he pursed his lips and did not struggle, but said to Song Xuan: "Let go."
Not only did Song Xuan not let go, but he lowered his head to Wen Qingzhi's finger and gently bit the fingertip.
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide: "You, you bite me?"
What a psycho!
Song Xuan half closed his eyes and said slowly: "Dogs will bite people."
Wen Qing was stunned and looked at him in disbelief.
What does this mean?
Does Song Xuan want to be his dog?
Are today's high school students so extravagant?
Or some weird big brother and little brother ritual?
…………
After a long while, Wen Qing blushed and said, "Only bad dogs bite people!"
Song Xuan's eyes moved slightly, and he stuck out his tongue and licked Wen Qing's fingertips.
Wen Qing was stunned.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside.
There is no door at the washbasin at Dezhi High School, only a wall.
Wen Qing was being pressed against the wall by Song Xuan at the moment, and could clearly hear the movements in the corridor.
"Back to the dormitory."
"Let's go, I haven't finished reading the novel yet."
Their conversation was still ringing in his ears. Wen Qing's body stiffened and he immediately wanted to retract his hand.
Song Xuan didn't move, grabbed his hand, and suddenly held his fingertips in his mouth.
He curled up the tip of his tongue and wrapped it around Wen Qing's fingers.
Wen Qing's face flushed. She listened to the footsteps outside, held her breath, and dared not speak.
Song Xuan looked at his face which was getting redder and redder, gradually spreading to his ears and neck. Perhaps because of his great emotional fluctuations, his deer eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist.
Song Xuan's throat moved slightly, and he felt thirsty and dry.
Wen Qing felt like he was steaming all over. When the corridor became quiet again, he stammered, "No, no licking."
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes: "Does my licking make you uncomfortable?"
Wen Qing didn't expect Song Xuan to be so abnormal. He said with a trembling voice, "I feel uncomfortable."
"Get away from me."
Song Xuan looked at his wet fingertips and said slowly: "Touch me."
"I'll get out of the way."
Wen Qing was a little scared. Song Xuan's perversion was not like the one of the Ji family. This was another kind of perversion where no one knew when it would occur or why it would occur, like a mad dog.
He really didn't want to continue arguing with Song Xuan, so he raised his right hand, which had been licked wet, and wiped it hard on Song Xuan's face.
After wiping it clean with wet fingers, Wen Qing looked at the faint glow on Song Xuan's face and tried his best to stay calm: "Are you done?"
Song Xuan took a step back.
Wen Qing didn't dare to wash his hands again, for fear of being pestered by Song Xuan again.
He walked towards the classroom without looking back, and after taking only two steps, he bumped into Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang looked at his flushed face and stopped in his tracks: "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing continued to walk forward and said vaguely: "Nothing."
Zhang Yang pulled him back, and when he touched Wen Qing's hand, he frowned: "It's so hot? And you still say it's okay?"
"You don't have a fever, do you?"
Wen Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of Song Xuan walking towards him.
Zhang Yang also noticed Song Xuan and his fierce eyes, staring at his hand that touched Wen Qing.
Zhang Yang immediately let go of Wen Qing's hand and soon realized that something was wrong.
Song Xuan's face seems a little red.
Zhang Yang looked at Song Xuan's face, then at Wen Qing's red hands, and figured it out.
He turned around and followed Wen Qing to the classroom, lowering his voice and asking, "Were you scolding my younger brother just now?"
Wen Qing was silent for a long time and nodded.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but say something quintessentially Chinese: "Fuck, that's awesome, bro."
"It really lives up to its name."
Wen Qing: “…”
He walked into the classroom silently and sat down in his seat.
Soon, there was a slight noise behind him and Song Xuan sat down.
The two people came in one after the other without attracting any attention.
Wen Qing lay on the table, using the cold surface to cool down.
Soon, the class bell rang.
Wen Qing relaxed for a while, listened to the continuous rustling sounds, and slowly raised his head.
Fu Ranxiu is handing out test papers.
There are two big words written on the blackboard——【Science Comprehensive】
Evening self-study is not about reading and studying, it is an exam.
"150 minutes."
As soon as Fu Ranxiu finished speaking, the whole class started doing the questions.
Players also have test papers.
Wen Qing wrote down the names in a pretentious manner, twirled the pen, and began to look at the students.
Everyone was answering the test questions seriously. No one was cheating by flipping through books, and no one was whispering to each other.
Wen Qing glanced back and saw Huangmao and others were also doing their homework, even Song Xuan was taking the exam.
Perhaps noticing his gaze, Song Xuan paused his pen and looked up at him.
Wen Qing immediately retracted his gaze and stopped looking at him.
The three evening self-study classes are all used for comprehensive science exams, with no breaks.
Wen Qing randomly guessed a few multiple-choice questions and continued to think about the advanced tasks.
"There is still half an hour until the end of the exam."
"There are still ten minutes until the end of the exam."
"The exam is over."
As soon as Fu Ranxiu finished speaking, everyone put down their pens without any hesitation.
The papers were not uploaded, but Fu Ranxiu collected them personally, just like the teachers collecting the papers during the college entrance examination.
Start from the first column and go down one by one.
Wen Qing and Song Xuan were at the end.
When Fu Ranxiu received Wen Qing's letter, he took a look and saw large blank spaces on the paper.
Wen Qing slowly handed him the paper, and her fingertips accidentally touched Fu Ranxiu's palm.
Fu Ranxiu paused and flexed his fingers.
Wen Qing immediately withdrew his hand the second before being touched by Fu Ranxiu.
Fu Ranxiu half closed his eyes and whispered four words: "Fair trade."
The voice was so soft that only Wen Qing could hear it.
Wen Qing was stunned and wanted to ask what Fu Ranxiu meant?
Does the bump just now also count as touching?
Fu Ranxiu put away the last paper and walked straight to the podium.
He stood on the podium, put down the test paper, and said casually: "Students in Class 1 will not have weekends off and are strictly prohibited from leaving the school."
"Starting from Friday evening, school canteens and supermarkets will be closed one after another."
“Those in need should prepare basic supplies in advance.”
Wen Qing pursed her lips. It was normal for high school students to stay on campus to study on weekends.
But isn’t it too much to keep canteens and supermarkets closed?
He looked up and his eyes stopped.
The students looked at each other, their faces filled with malice and excitement.
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat.
Fair trade.
This is Fu Ranxiu’s suggestion.
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