Song Xuan slowly raised his hand, spread out his index finger and ring finger, and the water stains on the sides of his fingers slowly flowed down, making his bony fingers sparkle and have an indescribable astringency.
Wen Qing's cheeks, which were already stuffy, felt even hotter, and her eyes were filled with tears: "Who, who told you to cover my mouth!"
He was so nervous just now that he was breathing through his mouth and nose at the same time, and Song Xuan's hand blocked his breathing...
Song Xuan leaned forward slightly, lowered his head and stared into Wen Qing's eyes: "It was my hands that made you wet."
Wen Qing's cheeks turned even redder. What do you mean by wet?
His eyelashes trembled, and he caught a glimpse of Song Xuan's wet palms out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but pull up his sleeves, cover Song Xuan's hands, and wipe them dry roughly.
"Are you ready?"
Song Xuan slowly opened his five fingers and motioned him to look at his wet fingers: "There's more."
"You have too much water."
Wen Qing was embarrassed and annoyed, but she didn't dare to speak loudly. She gritted her teeth and said, "Shut up!"
Song Xuan snorted and watched him wipe his hands.
Wen Qing bent his fingers, grabbed the sleeve, and rubbed and wiped it roughly and violently.
The white and tender knuckles were either hit or rubbed, and a faint red color appeared on them, attracting people's attention.
Song Xuan inexplicably understood Fu Ranxiu.
He stared at Wen Qing's hand and said slowly, "I covered your mouth just now because I was afraid you would scream."
Wen Qing pursed her lips and said to him, "I won't scream when I hear your voice. You can stop earlier."
Just as he finished speaking, he heard Song Xuan chuckle, "There is another reason."
"I'm more afraid that I won't be able to hold back."
What can't you help?
The thought flashed through his mind, and then Wen Qing felt Song Xuan holding his hand, and something soft pressed against his lips.
Song Xuan held his lips, licking and sucking like a dog, his breath blowing on his face, heavy and hot.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and then Song Xuan pried open his teeth.
“Hmm…”
Wen Qing couldn't move. There was a wall behind her and her hands were held by Song Xuan. She could only be forced to endure Song Xuan's kiss and let out a faint cry from her throat.
Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door: "Wang Feng said there might be someone else here."
"Aren't Jiang Yan and Wen Meng together?"
“Will it be in the classroom?”
"The classrooms are all locked. Go look in the bathroom."
…………
Hearing the sound approaching, Wen Qing became so nervous that even his breathing froze. He opened his eyes wide and his body stiffened.
Noticing his stiffness, Song Xuan's eyes darkened, and he held his soft lips even harder, entwining his tongue around them and teasing them.
Suddenly, Song Xuan retracted his tongue and started to play with his lips, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Do you feel good when bad dog kisses you?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, afraid that people outside would hear him. He wanted to raise his hand to cover Song Xuan's mouth, but his hand was held down tightly.
Song Xuan rubbed his nose affectionately and asked again: "Do you feel good?"
This time the sound was a little louder than before.
"Hey, did you hear that?"
"What did you hear?"
"Why do I feel like I hear someone talking?"
“Is this true or false?”
…
The footsteps were getting closer.
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide, afraid that Song Xuan would ask more questions, and responded in a low voice with a trembling voice.
His voice became sticky because of the kiss just now. Song Xuan paused for a moment, paused in stroking his lips, and kissed her again.
Wen Qing's pupils shrank. He thought Song Xuan had stopped, but he didn't expect him to kiss him again.
His heart was beating fast, and because of the noise outside, he didn't dare to move, so he could feel Song Xuan's kiss more clearly.
The kiss made the root of his tongue sore and he was a little breathless. The lack of oxygen caused his brain to start to feel dizzy, and he leaned weakly against Song Xuan.
Wen Qing couldn't help but open his mouth and wanted to bite Song Xuan.
Perhaps noticing his actions, Song Xuan paused and retracted his tongue.
Wen Qing bit Song Xuan's lips.
The bite was not strong, but Song Xuan's lips were still broken and bleeding.
Song Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and licked Wen Qing's lips again.
The smell of blood filled his mouth and nose, and Wen Qing felt a sore nose and misty eyes from the irritation.
The people in the corridor have left and the teaching building is exceptionally quiet.
It was so quiet that Wen Qing could clearly hear his own and Song Xuan's heartbeats.
His heart was beating fast, and so was Song Xuan's.
Wen Qing didn't know how far the people outside had gone. He didn't dare to scold Song Xuan or hit him, so he could only glare at Song Xuan.
Song Xuan's blood boiled when he saw this.
He stared at Wen Qing closely. Her soft lips were red and swollen from his kisses, and her fair cheeks were covered with wet tear marks.
As if he had just done that to me.
It was just a kiss, nothing else happened.
Can't help it.
For a long time, there was still no sound outside the door.
Wen Qing gritted his teeth and cursed Song Xuan in a low voice: "Who asked you to kiss me!"
Song Xuan sniffed the fragrance between his lips and teeth, and his hand around Wen Qing's waist did not loosen at all, and said slowly: "I can't help it."
"I can't help but want to touch you and kiss you..."
Song Xuan leaned over to Wen Qing's ear, looked at his red ear tip, and said slowly: "I want to make the master happy."
Wen Qing's face flushed and he gritted his teeth: "I'm not happy."
Song Xuan looked at him and couldn't help licking his lips: "Liar."
Wen Qing recalled what he had just been forced to admit, and angrily said, "Your kissing skills are terrible."
Song Xuan was stunned for a moment, then said calmly, "Master, teach me."
Wen Qing felt like his head was steaming. He had no way to deal with Song Xuan.
I had no choice but to step heavily on his instep with a red face and push him away: "Stay away from me."
Song Xuan stood there, not moving.
Wen Qing glared at him again and sat on the ground.
After a long while, his brain slowly started to work.
As soon as the door opened, Song Xuan came in.
It was obvious that Song Xuan knew he was here and should have been squatting outside for a long time.
Wen Qing looked down at the anklet, frowned and looked at Song Xuan: "Have you placed a location on this thing?"
"No," Song Xuan looked at him and said calmly, "You must follow the rules of the game."
He glanced at Wen Qing's pocket calmly.
The foot ring is not positioned.
Mobile phone available.
Wen Qing didn't notice Song Xuan's eyes. He was still thinking about what Song Xuan said.
Follow the rules of the game.
Song Xuan is not a person who likes to follow the rules at all.
He just had to follow the rules.
You must listen to Fu Ranxiu.
And the conversation between those people just now.
They were not planning to kill anyone, they were just trying to scare Xu Yuan.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes in thought, and his thoughts gradually became clear.
After thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly understood why a class bullied the transfer student to get good grades.
Bullying does not simply refer to physical violence, but also includes intimidation, threats, and frightening, etc.
It's malicious.
It is these top students who are supposed to have good conduct and morals who harbor malice towards the transfer students.
Wen Qing pursed her lips. From the very beginning, she had deliberately played a prank on Xu Yuan and locked Zhang Yang up.
This game also allows a group of students to vent their malice.
They searched slowly and played slowly, like a cat and mouse, deliberately teasing the transfer student.
Wen Qing hugged her knees and slowly glanced at Song Xuan beside her.
Song Xuan stood by the door and did not disturb him. He just watched quietly, like a big dog guarding his master.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and thought that school bullies like Song Xuan and Huang Mao should be different from other students.
…
Time passed by minute by minute, and four hours were almost up.
It’s almost time to shrink the circle, and Jiang Yan hasn’t come back yet.
Wen Qing frowned. At 1:50 a.m., the radio sounded: "There are still 10 minutes until the first narrowing of the range."
"Students, get ready."
It was repeated twice, and the moment the broadcast ended, Wen Qing felt the anklet vibrate.
Very faint, almost non-existent.
He was stunned for a moment and looked down at the black ring.
Just when Wen Qing thought it was an illusion, the anklet vibrated again.
Wen Qing raised his eyes and looked at Song Xuan.
Song Xuan's expression changed slightly, and a hint of hostility flashed in his eyes.
Fu Ranxiu knew he was here.
"We can't stay here anymore."
Without waiting for Wen Qing to ask, he explained directly: "The anklet is reminding you to stay in the non-game area."
"Five buildings will be eliminated in ten minutes."
After saying that, Song Xuan opened the door, stood in the corridor and looked around for a moment. After making sure that there was no one, he said to Wen Qing, "Let's go."
"No," Wen frowned, "Jiang Yan hasn't come back yet."
"I'll wait for him."
When he heard Jiang Yan's name, Song Xuan's face darkened.
He simply took out his cell phone and made a call.
The ringtone lasted for a second and then the call was connected.
Huang Mao's voice rang out from the other end of the phone: "Brother Song, what's wrong?"
Song Xuan asked coldly: "Is there any news about Jiang Yan?"
"Jiang Yan," Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, then said, "No, no."
"We saw Xu Yuan. She was driven to the gymnasium by Wang Feng and his men. They asked her to hide again. We have to go look for her now..."
Song Xuan didn't wait for Huang Mao to finish his words, he hung up the phone and said to Wen Qing: "She's fine, go first."
Wen Qing glanced at the time. There were still eight minutes left.
He pursed his lips and said, "Wait a little longer, he might be on his way over."
As time passed, the vibration of his anklet became faster and more intense, making a crackling sound.
Song Xuan stood at the door of the classroom, looking at the worried look on Wen Qing's face, and found it annoying.
He strode in front of Wen Qing: "If you don't leave, I will just carry you away."
Wen Qing frowned. He didn't want to use props on Song Xuan now, but he was also afraid that Song Xuan would forcefully take him away.
"Six more minutes."
The moment Song Xuan reached out his hand, Wen Qing held his hand and said with a blushing face: "Be good."
"Listen, listen to the master..."
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