Looking at Fu Ranxiu like this, Wen Qing turned pale with fright.
I didn't expect that I was still thinking about his hand at this time.
Wen Qing nervously hid his hands behind his back, pinched his palms, and stammered, "Well, can you help me get a towel?"
Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids and looked straight at Wen Qing.
His pupils were pitch black and bottomless, and when you stare at them you feel like you're being stared at by a snake.
Wen Qing felt a chill down his spine, and he pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty: "Thank you, thank you..."
He quietly touched the door handle with his hand behind his back, preparing to run out when Fu Ranxiu wasn't paying attention.
Fu Ranxiu stood in front of him, stared at him for a moment, slowly raised his hand, and unbuttoned his sleeves: "Okay."
Wen Qing stared at his movements closely, watching Fu Ranxiu unbutton his sleeves, revealing his smoothly curved arm muscles, and then unbutton his collar.
Wen Qing didn't dare to think about what he was going to do with these actions. He waited patiently for a while. The moment Fu Ranxiu turned his head, he quickly turned the doorknob and was about to run out.
Just as he opened the door, before his toes touched the ground, a hand covered the back of his hand.
Fu Ranxiu's hoarse voice sounded beside his ears: "Don't you want a towel?"
"Why are you running?"
Perhaps because he had just taken a shower, Fu Ranxiu's body temperature was very high and heat was lingering around him.
Wen Qing didn't feel warm at all and couldn't help but shiver.
Only five minutes.
He just had to make it through five minutes.
Wen Qing stuttered, "I, I still have something to do..."
Fu Ranxiu chuckled softly, gently caressing his delicate skin with his fingertips, then he placed his wrist and held it tightly.
Wen Qing struggled hard, but Fu Ranxiu was very strong and pressed on a certain part of his wrist, causing his arm to become sore and weak and he lost all strength.
Before I could do anything, I was dragged back to the bathroom.
"Click——" the door closed again.
Fu Ranxiu stood by the door, blocking the only exit.
Wen Qing nervously took two steps back and bumped into the glass door of the shower room.
[System, how many minutes left? ]
001: [Four minutes.]
Wen Qing’s eyes went dark. Why did time seem so long?
He clenched his palms tightly, his brain working rapidly, thinking about how to delay time.
Wen's eyelashes fluttered as he spoke nervously, "Class monitor... does the deal you said still count?"
Fu Ranxiu half-closed his eyes and looked at Wen Qing's expression, who was trying to remain calm. He was obviously terrified, but he was still trying hard to divert his attention.
Fu Ranxiu paused for a moment and took a step forward.
He grabbed Wen Qing's right hand which was behind her back, slowly pried open the fingers which had turned white from exerting too much force, and frowned slightly: "I told you not to pinch my hand."
Wen Qing was so frightened that her voice trembled: "S-Sorry..."
Fu Ranxiu stroked the crescent-shaped marks of varying depths on his palm, slowly picked up Wen Qing's hand, and placed it to his lips.
He pressed his lips against Wen Qing's hand and whispered, "You are not behaving well."
The exhaled breath brushed across the palm of my hand, feeling hot and itchy.
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, and the next second, Fu Ranxiu bit his hand.
He didn't bite hard, just held it gently, and his wet tongue rubbed across the soft flesh of his palm. He couldn't help but lick it, as if he was teasing the prey at his mouth.
Wen Qing's body was stiff. He could clearly feel Fu Ranxiu's canine teeth slowly pressing down as if he was going to bite him.
Wen Qing was afraid that he would bite off a piece of flesh from his hand, and a layer of mist gradually appeared in his eyes: "Fu Ranxiu, you, you don't bite me..."
His voice was trembling and had a sticky nasal sound.
Fu Ranxiu licked Wen Qing's white and tender hand, his eyes falling on the tip of his tongue that was barely visible.
His face was a little pale, which made his lips and tongue look even redder, attracting the attention of others.
Fu Ranxiu's throat moved slightly.
Wen Qing's vision was a little blurry due to tears, and he didn't notice Fu Ranxiu's gaze. He anxiously asked the system in his mind: [What about now? How many minutes are left? ]
001: [Three minutes.]
Wen Qing took a deep breath and opened his mouth: "Fu, Fu Ranxiu - um."
Before he could finish his words, Fu Ranxiu grabbed his hand and pressed it against the glass door behind him.
Fu Ranxiu held Wen Qing's upper lip in his mouth, with the tip of his tongue against the soft lip beads. He rubbed it roughly for a while, then drilled into the gap between her lips and entangled her scarlet tongue tip.
His movements were so fast and urgent that Wen Qing was stunned by the kiss before she could even react.
Wen Qing opened his eyes blankly. The water droplets on the glass door seeped through the thin shirt cloth and into his back, making it cold and wet.
Fu Ranxiu was still kissing him savagely, like a man dying of thirst, sucking his water.
Wen Qing felt a mixture of cold and heat, and his upper palate was numb and painful. His eyes turned red instantly, and tears were swirling in his eyes. He could only make a slight humming sound from his nose.
Fu Ranxiu did not close his eyes. He looked closely at Wen Qing's wet and red eyes, admiring her trembling eyelashes that were wet with tears. They were like small flies wet by rain, which he caught in his palms and played with at will.
As he thought about it, his breathing became heavier. He looked at Wen Qing's gradually blurry eyes in fascination, and watched his white and tender fingertips bend downwards, as if he wanted to push him away, but was unable to do so.
Beautiful hands, beautiful warmth.
Fu Ranxiu's heartbeat quickened. He clasped Wen Qing's fingers tightly, palms pressed together, greedily feeling Wen Qing's body temperature.
Wen Qing couldn't push Fu Ranxiu away, and her mouth was blocked so she couldn't breathe.
His vision gradually went dark and he couldn't breathe. He could only hear the sound of Fu Ranxiu kissing him, which made him burst into tears.
Tears flowed down my cheeks to my lips, salty and bitter.
Wen Qing felt Fu Ranxiu's movements pause slightly. He thought that five minutes were up, but he didn't expect that Fu Ranxiu's kiss became more fierce because of his tears.
It didn't feel like she was kissing him, it felt like she was going to eat him.
"Hmm..." Wen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his body gradually became weak.
Just before he thought he was going to faint, there was a loud bang and the bathroom door was kicked open and slammed heavily against the wall.
Song Xuan stood at the door, watching the scene with a serious face.
From his perspective, he could clearly see that Wen Qing's lips were slightly swollen from being kissed, and the tip of her tongue was entangled and played with by Fu Ranxiu's tongue.
Song Xuan touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and for a moment, he seemed to think that he was kissing Wen Qing.
He did not step forward to interrupt directly, but looked at Wen Qing's blushing cheeks and asked in a deep voice: "Do you like to find Fu Ranxiu?"
Wen Qing's mind was still confused, and he couldn't hear what Song Xuan said clearly. He could only make a kitten-like sound from his throat.
Song Xuan licked his lips and took a step forward.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Fu Ranxiu lowered his eyes and stopped.
Wen Qing leaned weakly against the glass wall, looking at the two people in front of him with tearful eyes. He opened his mouth and breathed deeply.
Her lips were red and swollen, the tip of her nose was faintly pink, the redness on her cheeks spread to her earlobes and ear tips, and tears were all over her face, shining with a glistening watery luster.
His whole body seemed to be flushed, emitting an alluring aura from the inside out.
Fu Ranxiu's eyes were calm, and he stroked Wen Qing's fingers with his fingertips, with a faint sweetness on the tip of his tongue.
Song Xuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, he pushed Fu Ranxiu's hand away, put his arm around Wen Qing's waist, and said in a hoarse voice: "I told you, Fu Ranxiu is a pervert."
Wen Qing panted, thinking with tears in his eyes, you didn't say he was a kind-hearted pervert!
He wanted to speak, but before he could utter the first word, Song Xuan picked him up and put him on the washstand.
Wen Qing's hands and feet were weak, and she had no strength left. She could only sit on the washstand, looking at Song Xuan in front of her, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, you..."
Song Xuan knew what he wanted, took a step forward, raised his hand to cover the soft hair, put it against his nose, and said in a hoarse voice: "It was soiled by a pervert."
He tilted his head, rubbed Wen Qing's slightly red nose, slowly opened his lips, and licked away the tears on Wen Qing's face.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and the next second, Song Xuan's tongue circled on his cheek and moved to his lips.
Song Xuan licked his lips like a big dog.
He licked the water stains off his lips, and covered them with new wetness.
Wen Qing had a feeling something was wrong and immediately shut up.
Song Xuan snorted softly, pried open Wen Qing's teeth skillfully, and wiped Wen Qing's mouth bit by bit, from the upper palate to the soft tongue, leaving no corner untouched.
Wen Qing was able to sit up with the help of Song Xuan's hand. His mouth was sore and he could only open his mouth weakly and be kissed by Song Xuan, the mad dog.
Song Xuan kissed while Fu Ranxiu watched quietly from the side.
The positions of the two people seemed to be reversed in an instant.
Fu Ranxiu's eyes moved slightly, and he leaned against the glass door without any cover, allowing Wen Qing to see his changes clearly.
It took a long time for Song Xuan to finish the so-called disinfection.
He rubbed Wen Qing's nose and sniffed the scent on Wen Qing's body: "Now it all smells like me."
Wen was panting lightly, his lips seemed to be broken by the kiss, and the pain was so severe that he could only open his lips slightly.
He really didn't have the strength, so he had to say to Song Xuan: "Carry me out."
Song Xuan put his arms around his waist and carried him out of the bathroom.
Fu Ranxiu watched quietly as Song Xuan placed Wen Qing on the chair, closed the bathroom door, closed his eyes, and recalled Wen Qing's white and tender hands and soft lips...
…………
Wen Qing sat on the chair and relaxed for a while, when he suddenly heard a knock on the dormitory door.
“Boom boom boom—”
Huang Mao's trembling voice came from outside the door: "Song, Song brother, are you okay?"
"Chen Gou is still waiting. The lights will be turned off soon."
"Brother Meng, do you want to go with us?"
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched. What did this mean... Song Xuan and Huangmao didn't go downstairs just now?
He opened his eyes wide and looked up at Song Xuan.
Suddenly I realized that Song Xuan did it on purpose.
Pretending to leave, deliberately leaving him and Fu Ranxiu behind, deliberately leaving him at Fu Ranxiu's place...
Wen Qing didn't know what to say for a moment: "You, you..."
Song Xuan stared at his rosy lips and asked, "Do you want to go and see it?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips subconsciously, and her lips felt painful. A layer of mist appeared in her eyes again: "Yes."
Song Xuan lowered his eyes and asked again: "Reward."
Wen Qing couldn't help but glare at him: "You kissed me just now."
What reward do you want!
The corners of his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse and wet. He didn't sound angry, but more like he was acting coquettishly.
Song Xuan was restless and couldn't help licking his lips again: "Just now it was disinfection."
“Not a reward.”
Wen Qing was so angry that he raised his arm and slapped him directly: "Did I ask you to disinfect?!"
Song Xuan's right cheek turned slightly red from being hit.
There was no displeasure on his face. He lowered his eyes, stared at Wen Qing closely, and said seriously, "No."
“I want to disinfect.”
Song Xuan took a step forward, lowered his head to Wen Qing's neck, sniffed the sweet fragrance on him, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's the good dog who wants to help the master disinfect."
Wen Qing was confused.
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