The words were very rough, but Wen Qing really didn't dare to move.
Yu Xing took the man directly to the bedroom on the second floor, closed the door, and threw him onto the bed.
He leaned against the door and looked down at the person on the bed.
Wen Qing knelt on the bed, his cheeks pale and bloodless, as if he was frightened by what had just happened.
Surprisingly, he didn't cry.
But his eyes were very red, and it seemed that he had cried a lot not long ago, so he couldn't cry at this moment.
Yu Xing sighed and raised his lips: "That woman wanted to kill you, so you let her go?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly. In fact, he was very angry and a little sad.
I was angry that Li Siwen wanted to harm me, but I was also sad that she was affected like this...
He lowered his head for a while, then said in a soft voice: "This is the first time I've encountered something like this."
It’s not so much that I let Li Siwen go, but rather that I don’t know what to do.
If someone in the real world wanted to harm him, he would call the police.
But here...
Wen frowned and asked softly, "Can we call the police here?"
Looking at his pitiful appearance, Yu Xing felt angry but also inexplicably felt that he was a little cute.
His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he said slowly: "You can pray to God."
"He might be happy to help you punish the bad guys."
Wen Qing looked up blankly and said softly, "I don't have any religious beliefs."
“I have applied to join the party.”
Yu Xing: “…”
Wen Qing waited for a while, but Yu Xing didn't say anything.
He thought Yu Xing was still angry, so he quickly said, "Don't be angry, I'm fine now."
"Don't let this villa affect you."
Don't become like Zhou Zhou and Li Siwen.
Yu Xing half-closed his eyes and saw the worry on Wen Qing's face, and he felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.
His Adam's apple slightly lowered, and after a while, he chuckled, "I'm not angry."
"But...some kind of emotion was affected."
Wen Qing looked confused.
Yu Xing walked up to him, lowered his head, and stared at Wen Qing, the desire in his eyes was obvious.
Wen Qing reacted quickly.
Apart from being angry, there was only one other thing on Yu Xing's mind.
Wen Qing's pale cheeks were stained with red, and he stammered, "Do you want to make love?"
Yu Xing responded lazily, his loose bathrobe slightly open, revealing the firm and smooth muscle lines on his chest.
"Yeah..." He tilted his head and said in a long tone, "Little Holy Father, please save me."
Wen Qing's face turned redder and redder. After a long while, he managed to utter: "You, you are self-reliant."
After saying that, he moved to the bedside and tried to get out of bed: "I, I won't disturb you anymore."
Yu Xing raised his eyebrows: "Little Holy Father, how can you treat them differently."
"I don't want your life..."
He leaned over, leaned close to Wen Qing's ear, and said suggestively: "I only want your body."
After saying that, he blew a breath deliberately.
Wen Qing's ears went numb, and she quickly pushed Yu Xing away, her face flushed: "Don't, don't call me like that."
"Don't you like this name?" Yu Xing paused, dragged out the last word, and said ambiguously, "Then the poor little thing? The little fool? The little baby?"
His tone rose slightly, with a faint smile.
Wen Qing wanted to cry but had no tears: "Stop teasing me."
Yu Xing chuckled and said slowly: "I'm not kidding you."
"I'm serious."
"I'm a little... horny right now."
As he spoke, he circled Wen Qingbai's slender wrist, bent his index finger, and gently tickled the flesh inside.
Wen Qing's hands trembled, and he felt the change in Yu Xing's body temperature.
It was not the slightly cool temperature of the past, but very hot, very scorching, as if the burning temperature had penetrated into his body.
Wen Qing inexplicably felt a sense of irritation.
It is normal to have certain physiological needs. Wen Qing had accidentally seen his roommate doing it, but they both kept it to themselves and would not bring it up.
He had never met anyone like Yu Xing who could talk about his desires so openly.
Wen Qing was a little overwhelmed.
Yu Xing didn't listen to him, and he couldn't beat Yu Xing.
Yu Xing stroked Wen Qing's fingers with his thumb, from fingertips to knuckles, caressing them softly and intimately: "Your hand..."
Wen Qing pulled his hand away abruptly and blurted out: "I, my cooking skills are not good."
Yu Xing couldn't help but laugh. He originally wanted to say that your hands are so small.
Since Wen Qing took the initiative to mention his craft, he certainly wouldn't refuse.
He raised his hand and pressed Wen Qing's shoulder: "You don't have to do anything."
"You just lie down."
Wen Qing's body trembled slightly, and he said stumblingly: "No, don't..."
Yu Xing raised the corner of his mouth: "You want to move by yourself?"
"It's not that I can't, I'm just afraid you'll run out of strength soon."
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly: "I don't like this."
"Yu Xing, don't touch me..."
The smile on Yu Xing's lips faded, and he lowered his eyes to look into Wen Qing's eyes.
Although I didn't cry, my eyes were red.
After a long while, Yu Xing snorted and pushed Wen Qing onto the bed.
Wen Qing was about to struggle, but he saw Yu Xing pinching a corner of the quilt and covering him with it.
Wen Qing was stunned, and then something soft covered her lips.
Yu Xing bit his lips hard, and the smell of blood spread.
Wen cried out in pain, and something warm and wet instantly entered his mouth and wrapped around the tip of his tongue.
There was a rusty taste of blood between his lips and teeth. The kiss was extremely rough, as if he wanted to tear him apart and eat him into his stomach. The faint sound of swallowing lingered in his ears.
It took a long time before the kiss ended.
Wen Qing's lips felt both painful and numb. Although Yu Xing had already pulled away, the kiss was still replaying in his mouth.
Yu Xing half-closed his eyes, wiped the water on Wen Qing's lips with his thumb, and pressed the wound punitively: "I'll let you go today."
"You won't be so lucky next time."
Wen Qing's body trembled, and she wanted to sit up and leave the bedroom, but Yu Xing pushed her back onto the bed.
"Sleep here," Yu Xing covered him tightly and said nonchalantly, "If you leave, I can't guarantee what you will do."
Wen Qing didn't dare to move this time.
He crawled into the quilt, leaving only his forehead and eyes exposed, and stared closely at Yu Xing's movements.
Yu Xing glanced at him and walked towards the bathroom.
When he opened the door, he paused and said casually, "If you want to see, I can leave the door open."
"If you want to hear it, I can breathe louder."
Wen Qing immediately huddled under the quilt, covering his head tightly.
He didn't want to hear or see.
Don't want to know anything.
After a while, the sound of water was heard in the bathroom.
There were no other sounds involved.
Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but his nerves were still tense.
What will Yu Xing do later?
Will the three-headed dog father come?
Who voted for Chen Yiyi?
What was the important clue that he had forgotten?
…………
A bunch of questions piled up in my mind.
He was very sleepy, but couldn't fall asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
Wen Qing's heart was in turmoil again. He curled up instinctively and pricked up his ears to listen to Yu Xing's movements.
Yu Xing tilted his head, looked at the slightly shaking Tuanzi on the bed, and sneered: "Nothing will happen tonight, sleep peacefully."
Wen Qing was stunned, hesitated for a long time, and carefully poked his head out.
Yu Xing was standing in front of the wardrobe, he seemed to have just changed into a bathrobe and was tying the belt.
Wen Qing pursed her lips out of habit, and the wound on her lower lip was torn open again, bleeding.
He licked the blood from his lips and asked in a low voice: "Who did you vote for when you voted tonight?"
Yu Xing turned around and looked at Wen Qing. His face was sleepy, but his eyes were unusually bright.
He frowned slightly and said a name: "Chen Yiyi."
Wen Qing asked again: "Did you see who the teacher voted for?"
He remembered that Yu Xing was sitting next to Ji Yu, so if he wanted to see it, he would definitely be able to see it.
Yu Xing replied nonchalantly: "That guy voted for me."
Wen Qing was stunned. The teacher did not lie to him.
He couldn't help but ask: "Did Sikong vote for Chen Yiyi?"
Hearing this, Yu Xing raised his lips and said, "Sikong, that guy, also voted for me."
Wen Qing was stunned.
Yu Xing's two votes were from Sikong and Ji Yu.
Chen Yiyi's three votes are Li Siwen, Yu Xing, and Zhou Zhou.
Why did Zhou Zhou invest in Chen Yiyi?
Wen Qing's mind was in a mess. When he learned the answer to a question, a strong sense of sleepiness suddenly swept over his body.
Seeing that he was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting, Yu Xing said frivolously: "If you don't want to sleep, we can do some double sports."
Wen Qing tried his best to open his eyes and asked dazedly: "Yu Xing, does the equivalent exchange you mentioned still count?"
Yu Xing raised his eyebrows: "Of course."
Wen Qing hummed and said vaguely: "Then, then you kissed me just now...you have to tell me the clues."
Yu Xing chuckled softly. He thought Wen Qing would be angry, ashamed, crying, etc., but he didn't expect that he was actually thinking about changing the clue.
"Go take a look at the book that Sikong found."
Wen Qing closed his eyes.
Book... Yes, the book has not been found yet...
Leaning against the pillow, I fell asleep in an instant.
***
Wen Qing didn't sleep well at all. He had all sorts of nightmares and when he woke up it was as if he hadn't slept at all.
He opened his eyes and found that Yu Xing was not in the bedroom, and there was no sign that anyone had slept beside the bed.
Wen Qing quickly got up, washed, ran up to the third floor, and knocked on Sikong's door.
After just one knock, Sikong opened the door.
"What's up?"
Wen Qing asked in a low voice: "What was the name of the book you placed on the table last time?"
Sikong's gaze involuntarily fell on his lips. There was a wound on his lower lip, which had already scabbed over, but was still slightly moist.
It was obvious that the owner licked it frequently.
Just as he was thinking about it, Wen Qing licked his lips again.
The tip of the tongue is bright red, as if it has been deeply kissed by someone.
"I want to watch it again." Wen Qing said.
He raised his eyes and saw Sikong staring at his mouth. He subconsciously touched it and stammered to find an excuse: "I, I accidentally bit it when I was eating."
Sikong looked away, frowning, "You can't even remember a few lines?"
Wen Qing quickly explained: "I didn't finish reading it last time, because..."
As he spoke, he suddenly paused and his heart skipped a beat.
He didn't finish reading it last time because the teacher diverted his attention.
After that...I never saw that book again.
Sikong: "No name."
Wen Qing: "Ah?"
"That book has no name." After saying that, Sikong slammed the door.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. The book had no name, so he couldn't find the Chinese characters among the many foreign books.
I seemed to have seen a book without a name yesterday.
Wen Qing blinked, hurried downstairs and ran into the study.
He searched row after row of bookshelves, not missing a single book.
Still haven't found the book without a name.
Can't find it...maybe someone hid it.
Wen Qing frowned. In a dozen hours, the voting would begin again...
He might not be able to come up with the answer in a dozen hours.
Otherwise, go find Sikong again and ask him to repeat it again?
Wen Qing thought about it and this was the only solution.
He had just reached the door of the study when his steps suddenly stopped.
Zhou Zhou was standing outside the door at some point. He was leaning against the wall with a smile on his face, like a sunny and handsome big boy.
"Qingqing, I found the answer to the level pass."
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