Zhou Zhou looked at Oz, was silent for a moment, and said with a smile: "I am a magnanimous person, so I will temporarily forgive you for two days, green-eyed golden-haired monster."
Wen Qing: “…”
Oz: “…”
Oz pulled up the corner of his mouth and said to Zhou Zhou: "I don't need your forgiveness, you unmanly baby-faced guy."
Wen Qing: “…”
Zhou Zhou blinked and smiled: "You don't understand, puppies with my appearance are popular now."
Oz sneered, "Dogs are quite dogs."
Zhou Zhou nodded and continued, "The dog will show you, and the milk will be eaten by Qingqing."
Wen Qing: “…”
He lowered his eyes silently, thinking, stop arguing, let's just fight.
The next second, Wen Qing felt Oz's hand on his waist loosen.
Oz behind him took a step forward and stood between him and Zhou Zhou.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched. Are they really going to fight?
He pursed his lips and slowly took a step back, trying to distance himself from the two of them.
Before his feet even touched the ground, Oz and Zhou Zhou looked over and stared at him.
Wen Qing paused.
Zhou Zhou asked with a smile: "What are you thinking about?"
Wen Qing whispered, "Do you want to fight?"
"Not for now," Zhou Zhou glanced at Oz and said to him, "I'm afraid I'll scare Qingqing."
Wen Qing said "oh" dryly.
Zhou Zhou slowly said the next sentence: "After all, the green-eyed golden-haired monster is too ugly when fighting."
Wen Qing: “…”
Oz: “…”
Zhou Zhou lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Qing's legs.
The fingerprints on the side of the leg were not as red as before, and the faint red marks were particularly eye-catching against the fair skin.
He asked, "Oz, do you have a skirt?"
"No," Oz looked at him coldly, "Why would I have a skirt?"
Zhou Zhou blinked and said calmly, "Put it on Qingqing."
"Your legs are so white and tender. They won't be visible if you wear pants."
"It's more convenient to wear a skirt so I can reach in and touch it."
Hearing this, Oz tilted his head to look at Wen Qing. Although Zhou Zhou was a psychopath, he had to admit that some of what he said about Wen Qing was indeed right.
Feeling the two people's direct gazes, Wen Qing pursed her lips and curled up her toes.
Why did it happen to him again for no apparent reason?
He thought with tears in his eyes that it would be better to continue arguing.
However, compared to not wearing pants, wearing a skirt is not so unacceptable.
Wen Qing slowly raised his eyes and looked at Oz.
Oz half closed his eyes: "There are no skirts in space."
Zhou Zhou sighed softly: "What a pity, let Qingqing wear normal clothes."
"Don't you have a lot of clothes in his size hidden away?"
Wen Qing looked at Zhou Zhou warily. Why did Zhou Zhou suddenly want to put clothes on him?
Oz responded, and the moment he raised his hand, there was an extra set of clothes in his hand.
He was about to hand it to Wen Qing when Zhou Zhou picked up a corner of his clothes and said to Oz, "Change into something white."
"White looks good in Qingqing."
Oz looked at Zhou Zhou coldly, without rebuttal, and took out a light blue sweatshirt and white trousers.
Zhou Zhou stared at the trousers for a while, then asked, "No shorts?"
"The kind of shorts that are wide and big and easy to touch."
Wen Qing: “…”
Oz: “…No.”
"Okay," Zhou Zhou sighed again, handed the clothes to Wen Qing, and said with a smile, "When we pass by a clothing store later, I'll help Qingqing pick out new ones."
"Qingqing, just wear the clothes of this green-eyed golden-haired monster first."
Wen Qing took the clothes and pants and held them without moving.
Zhou Zhou blinked and said with a smile: "Just change it right in front of us."
"I want to see Qingqing change clothes."
Wen Qing knew that they would not allow her to change clothes alone, so she had prepared herself mentally.
He put his clothes on the sofa, took two steps back, distanced himself from Zhou Zhou Oz, and put on his pants first.
Zhou Zhou did not stop Wen Qing from standing further away, because if he stood too close, he would not be able to see clearly.
Wen Qing moved quickly and put on his pants impatiently.
But his every move was slowed down several times in the eyes of Zhou Zhou and Oz.
Zhou Zhou lowered his eyebrows slightly and watched Wen Qing lift her legs. The part covered by the hem of her clothes was clearly exposed to the air.
The pure white underwear was very ordinary, the size was just right, and it clearly outlined the round curves.
Compared with the white of the cloth, Wen Qing's skin was delicate and smooth, like mutton-fat jade, attracting their attention.
The legs were lifted higher, and a hint of pink could be faintly seen.
Zhou Zhou narrowed his eyes and moved his throat slightly: "Gently."
"Why are you wearing pants so awkward?"
Wen Qing put on his pants and pursed his lips and said, "You are a lewd person."
Zhou Zhou curled his lips, smiled and nodded, agreeing, "Qingqing is right. I want to make Qingqing the same as me."
Wen Qing pursed her lips, ignored him, and tugged at her shirt.
The shirt is large and can be taken right off.
Wen Qing lowered his head, took off his clothes without unbuttoning them, and put on another fitted sweatshirt.
Zhou Zhou whistled, walked up to Wen Qing, and straightened the hem of his clothes: "Qingqing is so cute, all in pink."
Wen Qing's fingertips trembled and her cheeks flushed slightly.
Zhou Zhou leaned over to him and asked, "Do you want to see mine?"
"Mine is different from Qingqing's."
Without waiting for Wen Qing to speak, Oz said expressionlessly, "He doesn't want it."
Zhou Zhou tilted his head to look at him: "But I want to show it to Qingqing."
Oz glanced at the time and reminded coldly, "It's three o'clock."
Zhou Zhou sighed quietly: "Happy times are always so short."
Wen Qing looked up at them, not understanding what the three of them were going to do.
Zhou Zhou held Wen Qing's hand and turned to the door: "Qingqing, let's go."
Wen Qing stood there, not daring to move forward, and asked nervously, "Where are we going?"
Zhou Zhou blinked and said, "Go find Ji Junfeng."
Wen Qing was stunned.
Zhou Zhou hooked his palm with his fingertips and explained, "I don't feel comfortable leaving Qingqing here alone."
"It's better to stay with us."
No wonder he was dressed.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched. If he went out, he would have a chance to escape.
Thinking of this, he took a step forward.
Zhou Zhou saw through his thoughts at a glance, and as he walked out, he said, "If you want to escape, remember to run far away.
"If I catch you, I'll lock you up in a cage so I'm the only one who can see and touch you. Fuck you."
"I am different from the green-eyed golden-haired monster. I will definitely not let you be discovered by others."
Wen Qing pursed her lips and followed Zhou Zhou out.
Oz walked beside them, looking at the two holding hands, his brows furrowed.
Feeling the displeasure emanating from him, Zhou Zhou pressed the elevator button and said lightly: "Golden-haired monster, Qingqing has two hands."
He walked into the elevator, looked at his reflection in the elevator, and reminded: "Control yourself."
Oz tilted his head, looked at Wen Qing's fluttering eyelashes, and said, "He doesn't like it."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled and she bent her fingers. Did Oz have a guilty conscience?
Zhou Zhou spoke slowly: "There are many things that Qingqing doesn't like."
"He doesn't like me, he doesn't like you, he doesn't like this place."
"Are you willing to let him go, you great lover?"
Oz pursed his lips: "I don't want to."
Zhou Zhou shrugged: "That's it."
"If you really don't want to force Qingqing," he paused and said with a smile, "then just look at me."
As he spoke, Zhou Zhou suddenly turned sideways and raised his hand to touch Wen Qing's face.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, and the next second, there was a finger on her lips.
Zhou Zhou stroked his lips, his fingers gently pressing open the flesh of his lips.
"Hmm..." Wen Qing subconsciously used her tongue to push away his fingers, but Zhou Zhou's fingers pressed the tip of her tongue instead.
He frowned, turned his head and took a step back to avoid Zhou Zhou's hand.
Zhou Zhou glanced at the elevator floor and stopped teasing him.
He withdrew his hand, looked at the wet and shiny water stains on his fingers, and rubbed his fingertips.
Zhou Zhou narrowed his eyes, admiring Wen Qing's expression.
His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes flashed with dissatisfaction and helplessness, which made people want to bully him.
He lowered his head and licked his fingertips, and said with a look of enjoyment: "Rather than obeying Qingqing, I still prefer being forced."
"Don't you also like to see her say no with red eyes, but become more comfortable when you make her feel better?"
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