When Wen Qing heard Song Xuan’s words, his eyes went dark.
He just knew it!
Wen Qing wanted to break free from Song Xuan's embrace, but Song Xuan's arms were tightly around his waist. Not only did they not loosen at all, but they also lifted him up.
Wen Qing was suspended in mid-air, with the only support of his body being Song Xuan's body.
He felt like his waist was about to break, so he stepped on Song Xuan's instep and shouted, "Song, Song Xuan..."
"Yeah." Song Xuan responded.
Wen Qing felt the hot breath blowing on the back of his neck and going in along the collar.
Noticing that Song Xuan's body temperature was rising, Wen Qing didn't dare to move. He froze and stammered, "You, you put me down..."
Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing's profile with calm eyes.
His eyelashes trembled and he bit his lips nervously, looking panicked and scared.
Song Xuan's heart sank. What Fu Ranxiu said was true.
"You, you put me down, it hurts..." Wen Qing said again in a low voice.
"good."
Song Xuan responded, let go of his hand, and kicked the chair next to him the moment Wen Qing landed.
The chair fell to the ground, blocking half of the road.
Wen Qing froze in place. The dormitory door was on his left, but there was a chair halfway across the road, and Song Xuan was standing next to the chair, blocking his way.
On the right side are Fu Ranxiu and the balcony, so there is no way to run.
Trapped in the dormitory, Wen Qing pursed her lips and nervously took a step back, her back pressed tightly against the desk, barely feeling a little safe.
Song Xuan leaned sideways, with his toes resting on the chair, and asked Fu Ranxiu directly: "What's going on?"
Fu Ranxiu lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Qing's hand, and said calmly: "Didn't you realize something was wrong a long time ago?"
Song Xuan looked at him expressionlessly without saying a word.
This class was specially established by the school to restore its reputation by recruiting top students from across the city.
It should be very strict, but over the past three years, there have been frequent transfer students coming and going.
All the teachers and students in the school were accustomed to this, as if they were hypnotized, and did not think there was a problem. They even did not include the transfer students' grades in the total score of the class.
It seems like these transfer students are just here to audit the class but don't study.
Every transfer student is weird, and most people get scared when they haven't done anything, like they know something bad is going to happen.
And everyone is looking for something, as if they have the same purpose, to explore the secrets of the class.
After they left Class 1, Song Xuan had the desire to investigate those people, but every time he would be busy with other things or new transfer students would come, and the investigation would be left unfinished.
Now it seems...
Song Xuan raised his eyelids and looked straight at Wen Qing.
No one spoke anymore and the dormitory was exceptionally quiet.
It was so quiet that Wen Qing could hear his own nervous breathing and accelerated heartbeat. He pursed his lips, raised his eyes cautiously, and met Song Xuan's solemn gaze.
Like a wild animal staring at its prey, as if it wanted to eat a man, it stared at him closely without moving its eyes away.
Wen Qing bent her fingers, her fingertips trembling, wondering how much Song Xuan had understood.
He was about to ask the system when suddenly, Song Xuan took a step forward.
Wen Qing's heart tightened, and he saw Song Xuan slowly raise his hand and touch his face.
The movements were gentle, with the fingertips gently caressing.
Wen Qing became even more nervous. Song Xuan was not a gentle person...
He opened his mouth to speak, and Song Xuan's thumb slowly moved to his lower lip and pressed down gently.
"Song... um."
Just as he uttered a word, Song Xuan suddenly kissed him fiercely.
Song Xuan's palm pressed down on the back of Wen Qing's head, forcing her to endure his kiss.
This time the kiss was rougher than the previous ones.
Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing intently, biting his pure flesh, pushing it roughly into his mouth, entwining his tongue tip, and licking it vigorously.
Wen Qing felt pain at the root of her tongue, her eyes turned red, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
He stretched out his hand to push Song Xuan away, but just as he raised his hand, his fingers were suddenly grabbed.
“Hmm…”
Wen Qing was forced to keep his mouth open, his brain gradually lacked oxygen, and his body gradually became weak.
The back of his hand felt itchy and numb, someone was touching his hand.
Fu Ranxiu held his hand, gently stroked the back of his hand with his fingertips, stroked his fingers along the texture, and gently pinched his palm.
He lifted his eyelids and watched Wen Qing's lips being squeezed and deformed, becoming bright red and moist. Tears dripped down her cheeks to her lips, and were licked away by Song Xuan.
Fu Ranxiu's throat tightened as he recalled the touch of Wen Qing's lips.
Very soft and tender.
Very kissable.
Glancing at Fu Ranxiu's actions, Song Xuan narrowed his eyes, licked Wen Qing's lips hard again, and stopped kissing.
He licked the water stains from his lips and bit Wen Qing's cheek as a punishment.
"Ah..." Wen Qing couldn't help but scream out, and her tears flowed even more violently.
Song Xuan licked the tears from his cheeks, and then licked the shallow teeth marks on his cheek.
Wen Qing's face was so tender that a light bite left a mark.
Song Xuan glanced at Fu Ranxiu's hands, licked the mark that belonged to him, and resisted the urge to pry them apart.
Wen breathed lightly, not daring to do anything to Song Xuan.
The prop can only be used on one person, and Fu Ranxiu is here.
He was afraid that Song Xuan would become even crazier if he dodged, so he could only let Song Xuan's breath spray on his face, licking him like a clingy big dog.
Wen Qing blinked away the tears in her eyes, and her vision became clear. Then she noticed that the person holding her hand was not Song Xuan, but Fu Ranxiu.
His eyes widened, his body stiffened, and he quickly retracted his hand.
Fu Ranxiu did not hold him tightly, but loosened his hand and rubbed his fingertips.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and caught a glimpse of the angel sculpture on the table behind him.
His fingertips paused, and he looked at Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu calmly.
Fu Ranxiu half closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.
Song Xuan stared at his face and didn't pay attention to his hands.
Wen Qing pursed her lips, picked up the angel sculpture on the table at lightning speed, and smashed it to the ground.
"Bang--"
With a loud bang, the angel sculpture was safe and sound.
A small hole was smashed into the ground.
Wen Qing's pupils shrank.
Can’t break it?!
Song Xuan leaned over to pick up the sculpture, sneered, and said to Fu Ranxiu: "No wonder you didn't stop me just now."
He casually threw the sculpture back to Fu Ranxiu, turned sideways, leaned close to Wen Qing's ear, and whispered, "You are not behaving well."
Wen Qing's body trembled.
Song Xuan glanced at Fu Ranxiu and said, "Watch him. I'll go get the things from Huang Mao."
What do you want to take?
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly. Song Xuan didn't give him a chance to speak, and turned around and left the dormitory.
Soon, the sound of the door of the next dormitory opening was heard.
Wen Qing took a tentative step towards the door.
Fu Ranxiu looked at him and said calmly: "You can try."
Wen Qing didn't dare to move.
He pinched his palm, looked at Fu Ranxiu, and stammered, "Does the deal you said before still count?"
Fu Ranxiu clasped his hands together and said, "Of course it counts."
Wen Qing pursed her lips and said nervously: "Then you, you kissed me and touched my hand in the bathroom last time..."
Fu Ranxiu stared at him with his dark eyes and said lightly, "The last transaction is over."
"You have got the information you wanted."
Wen Qing was stunned, and Fu Ranxiu knew that he used props.
There were footsteps outside the door, and Song Xuan came back.
There was an extra pair of handcuffs on his hands, which looked a little different from ordinary handcuffs.
Wen Qing took two steps back: "You, you..."
Song Xuan walked straight to him, raised his chin slightly, and said solemnly: "Stretch out your hand."
Wen Qing put his hands behind his back.
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes: "I might hurt you if I do this."
Wen's eyelashes trembled slightly and he slowly reached out his hand.
Song Xuan held his right hand, handcuffed the other hand to the ladder between the bed and the table, and whispered, "I'll release you after we're done."
Wen Qing quickly asked: "Solve what?"
Song Xuan took out a small remote control and adjusted the tightness of the handcuffs.
He didn't answer, but asked: "What do you think?"
Wen Qing looked at him and flexed his fingers.
Won't let him go?
Song Xuan took out his cell phone and dialed the number.
Huangmao's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, Brother Song?"
Song Xuan said: "Stop Jiang Yan, he will come--"
Before he could finish his words, the phone screen went black.
The power is out.
Wen Qing just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Song Xuan put down his phone, reached into his pocket, and took out the phone he had hidden.
Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan in disbelief: "You, you let me take the phone on purpose?"
"No." Song Xuan opened his cell phone and called Huangmao again.
He left it there accidentally, but deliberately didn't ask for it back before the game started.
Soon, the call was connected.
Huang Mao asked threateningly, "Brother Song, what happened just now?"
"Why did it suddenly break?"
"There's no electricity," Song Xuan explained, and repeated what he had just said, "Stop Jiang Yan."
"He will definitely come to the dormitory."
The yellow-haired man on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then responded: "Okay, okay, then let's go and stake out in front of the dormitory area."
Wen Qing frowned and shouted, "Song Xuan!"
"you……"
Song Xuan raised his eyes to look at him and raised the corners of his mouth: "Don't worry, Jiang Yan is not a weak little girl."
Wen Qing wanted to speak again, but suddenly, the loud voice of Huang Mao rang out from the other end of the line: "Brother Meng!"
Then the other brothers shouted one after another: "Hello, Brother Meng!"
"Hello, Brother Meng!"
Wen Qing: “…”
Song Xuan hung up the phone expressionlessly. Just as he was about to put down the phone, a call from an unfamiliar number suddenly popped up on the phone interface.
It's the city's number.
He picked up the phone and asked coldly, "Who?"
"Hello." A steady male voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Excuse me, are you looking for Xing Ze?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Wen Qing looked up suddenly.
"Xing Ze?" Song Xuan frowned slightly, "You called the wrong number."
A second before he hung up the phone, Wen Qing shouted loudly: "Song Xuan!"
Song Xuan paused, did not hang up the phone, and tilted his head.
Wen Qing stared at the phone and said loudly: "My hand hurts..."
Song Xuan thought he was in great pain, so he immediately hung up the phone and adjusted the tightness of the handcuffs.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, his mind full of the phone call just now.
He heard it clearly; it was Xing Ze's voice.
This world has punishment choices.
If this was the Xing Ze he knew, he should be able to recognize his voice...
"What now?" Song Xuan asked.
Wen Qing responded vaguely.
Song Xuan lowered his eyes and stroked his thin white wrist, then asked Fu Ranxiu directly: "How can I stay?"
"I don't know." Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids, his eyes fell on Wen Qing's hand, and he said calmly, "He likes fair trade."
Song Xuan looked at Fu Ranxiu gloomily.
He knew what Fu Ranxiu wanted.
After a long while, Song Xuan retracted his gaze, leaned close to Wen Qing's ear, and said slowly:
"I wouldn't mind if you had an extra dog."
If this is the price of staying.
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