Is this something a normal person can do?
Wen Qing looked at Zhou Zhou, who was smiling broadly in front of her, and pursed her lips.
Zhou Zhou is not a normal person, he is a pervert.
Wen Qing stood stiffly between Oz and Zhou Zhou, not daring to speak.
Zhou Zhou frowned and stared at him intently.
The shirt Wen Qing was wearing was very large and loose, revealing his collarbone, shoulders, and part of his chest. It was obviously not his own clothes.
Zhou Zhou glanced around and saw the red marks on his neck and fingerprints on his legs.
Wen Qing's skin is white and tender, and the slightest touch will leave marks and turn red easily.
Looking at the marks on his body, Zhou Zhou easily imagined how Oz had hugged Wen Qing, kissing and doing it to her just now.
In front of your face, out of sight.
The smile on Zhou Zhou's face grew even bigger. He walked up to Wen Qing, lowered his head and smelled it. It was the scent of Oz.
He slowly raised his hand and moved closer to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing subconsciously took a step back and bumped into Oz's body, and his steps suddenly stopped.
Zhou Zhou curled his lips, took another step forward, raised his hand to Wen Qing's collar, and adjusted his collar affectionately.
"I'm wearing Oz's clothes gently, and I smell like Oz. It stinks."
Wen Qing's body stiffened, and he felt a hand on his waist. It was Oz's hand.
Instead of taking him away from Zhouzhou, they held him and prevented him from moving.
Wen Qing's vision grew darker. Oz and Zhou Zhou really had reached a deal.
Zhou Zhou lowered his eyes, looked at the hem of his clothes that barely covered his buttocks, and casually lifted it up.
Looking at the material beneath his clothes, he sighed, "I thought Oz didn't give you any pants."
Wen Qing bent her legs subconsciously, but not only did she fail to block Zhou Zhou's sight, but she also rubbed Oz's pants.
Oz tightened his grip around his waist: "Don't move."
Wen Qing could even feel Oz's breath brushing his ears and into his collar, and he dared not move.
Zhou Zhou leaned against his toes and said with a smile: "Qingqing can still walk, it seems that he has not been touched."
"But," he bent his fingers, tangled the corner of his shirt and twirled it, "Why is Qingqing only wearing Oz's clothes?"
"Isn't that too biased?"
"Do you want to..." Zhou Zhou paused and said, "Put on my pants again."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.
Zhou Zhou laughed and said, "You were kidding. My pants are too big. They are not suitable for Qingqing."
Wen Qing pursed his lips.
Looking at his familiar little movements, Zhou Zhou tilted his head, couldn't help but grab Wen Qing's hand, lowered his head and smelled it.
"I smelled a faint scent when I came in."
Zhou Zhou played with Wen Qing's fingers, slowly put them to his face, and sniffed them gently.
Wen Qing looked at the profile so close to him and paused for a moment.
Zhou Zhou didn't hold him very hard, just gently, as if he was afraid of hurting him.
The moment he got close to Zhou Zhou's cheek, Wen Qing slapped it hard. Just as his fingertips touched Zhou Zhou's cheek, Zhou Zhou tilted his head and dodged his fingers.
Wen Qing asked 001 nervously: [Doesn't this count as using props? ]
001: [No conditions of use are followed.]
Wen Qing pursed her lips.
Zhou Zhou lowered his eyes and looked at his white and slender fingers, narrowing his eyes: "How did Qingqing develop such a bad habit of hitting people?"
Wen Qing didn't say anything.
Zhou Zhou said lightly: "Or... is this Qingqing's prop?"
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled and her heart beat rapidly.
"Let me try it," Zhou Zhou grabbed his hand, held his fingertips in his mouth, put the tip of his tongue against his fingertips, and licked them from top to bottom like eating ice cream.
"Hmm..." Zhou Zhou narrowed his eyes, "The aura of a dog trainer."
"It really suits Qingqing."
Wen Qing was shocked. He looked down at his wet fingertips. Zhou Zhou could actually taste his tool.
This, this is too perverted...
Wen Qing's fingers stiffened.
Zhou Zhou sighed softly: "It's a pity that it's only five minutes."
"I don't want to be a dog for just five minutes, so I'll leave this opportunity to Oz, whose nickname is Dog."
He blinked and saw the bell on Wen Qing's wrist, his eyes brightened: "I'll give this to you."
"When I saw it, I felt that this prop must be used on Qingqing."
As he spoke, Zhou Zhou raised his hand and rang the bell, but the bell made no sound.
He looked at Oz and raised an eyebrow: "Does it only ring when you order it to?"
Oz hummed.
Zhou Zhou's expression became even more excited: "When we are in bed, the sound of a gentle moan is definitely better than a bell."
Wen Qing's expression changed slightly, and he didn't want to hear any topics about bed for the whole day.
Zhou Zhou looked down at his feet and glanced at Oz: "Why are you tied up?"
"It's better to use your feet than your hands. When your feet shake and the bell rings..."
Wen Qing's face turned pale, his mind full of what Zhou Zhou said yesterday about breaking legs and pulling tendons.
Zhou Zhou's hand suddenly rested on his leg, frightening Wen Qing so much that he almost jumped up.
Seeing his panicked look, Zhou Zhou smiled and said, "Why are you so scared?"
"Did you hear my conversation with Oz?"
"Ah..." Zhou Zhou suddenly realized, "Oz asked me this on purpose, maybe he wanted you to hear it."
"I was just kidding," he stroked Wen Qing's skin and said with a smile, "There are many ways to make it impossible for you to escape."
"This game still has a day and a half left."
"How about I fuck you so hard that you can't get out of bed?"
Wen Qing pinched his palm and felt not very good.
Zhou Zhou laughed softly: "Qingqing is still so easy to deceive."
"Why do you believe everything I say?"
Wen Qing was stunned and looked up at Zhou Zhou.
"Qingqing finally looks at me," Zhou Zhou looked at his dark, clear eyes infatuatedly, and said slowly, "Qingqing, rest assured, I won't touch you before the teacher's game starts."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.
Zhou Zhou: "Given his character, once his desires are satisfied, the game will become more serious in the past two days."
He clicked his tongue twice: "Just look at what Oz looks like now."
Oz looked straight at Zhou Zhou with calm eyes.
Zhou Zhou shrugged and said nonchalantly: "It's not that I don't want to tell you, you didn't ask me, I thought you knew it."
Oz's face grew even darker.
Zhou Zhou curved his lips and said, "Oz, don't be controlled by your emotions. I don't care."
"What if you scare Qingqing into tears or break something?"
Oz uttered two words coldly: "No."
Zhou Zhou turned his head and looked at Wen Qing: "What a pity."
"If you hurt Qingqing, I'll have a reason to get rid of you and keep Qingqing all to myself."
He spoke his mind without a care in the world.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched as she stared into Zhou Zhou's eyes.
Zhou Zhou’s appearance was the same as before, smiling like a sunny boy, but there was a gloomy look deep in his eyes.
What was different from before was that he did not hide anything and spoke directly about what was in his mind.
Is this game about confession?
At the same time, Oz's voice sounded above Wen Qing's head: "Is it okay to just say it out loud?"
Zhou Zhou shook his head and told the truth: "It will be better if you say it out loud. It will be enough to calm you down."
"It's a bit like taking drugs. If you talk about it, you won't have withdrawal symptoms."
After that, he looked at Oz and said, "What do you want to do?"
Oz raised the corner of his mouth: "I want to beat you to death."
Zhou Zhou didn't show any surprise on his face, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, me too."
"I really want to kill you. After I kill you, I will hold Qingqing in my arms and do it next to your body. Qingqing will definitely cry and scream."
Oz said expressionlessly: "Stupid."
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, fully agreeing with Oz.
Zhou Zhou looked at Wen Qing and raised his hand to pinch the tip of his nose, as if teasing a lover: "Wait until the teacher's game starts, then I'll eat you, Qingqing baby."
"The teacher's game should be the same as theirs, also two days."
"Does Gentle know what will happen on the last Sabbath?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips and said nothing.
Zhou Zhou's fingertips moved down and gently stroked his lips, and asked with a smile: "Are you waiting for me to pry your mouth open?"
"Let me think what to use? Fingers? Tongue? Or..."
Wen Qing immediately said, "I don't know."
"Okay," Zhou Zhou shrugged and said to him, "Then I'll tell Qingqing when I figure it out."
"Qingqing should already know about the three of them, right?"
Wen Qing didn't dare not answer and responded softly.
Zhou Zhou looked at his eyes, which were almost the same as his guide's, and chuckled, "Did Qingqing meet a teacher later?"
Wen nodded gently and whispered, "Yes."
Zhou Zhou asked again: "After entering the teacher's copy, did the teacher bully you?"
Wen Qing whispered, "Yes."
Oz watched them ask and answer, and realized that the teacher they were talking about was the third god. He said coldly, "Have you finished asking?"
Zhou Zhou looked up at him and felt Oz's jealousy.
He ruffled Wen Qing's hair, and said with a smile, "Oh, there's nothing I can do."
"After all, Qingqing and I went through The Guide together, and we went through the first instance of our lives together."
Zhou Zhou paused, thought for a moment, and said, "Rounding off, I am Qingqing's first love."
Wen Qing was silent.
Oz looked at Zhou Zhou and said, "Fuck the rounding."
"brazen."
Zhou Zhou raised his eyelids, stared at him for a while, and asked, "Are you taking this opportunity to deliberately scold me?"
Oz remained calm and uttered one word slowly: "Yes."
Zhou Zhou: “…”
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