A cool breath brushed across her cheek, and Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.
The smell on Sikong's body was icy and cool, like a gentle breeze, mixed with a hint of grass, carrying a natural scent that was unique to him.
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to refuse Si Kong, but he didn't want to do so. His emotions were so complicated that he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Sikong waited patiently for a while, looked at his trembling eyelashes, and whispered: "If you don't say anything, I will take it as your consent."
As the words fell, Wen Qing's lips softened.
Sikong's kiss was not rough, but slow and methodical, as if he was following some steps. He held the lips, gently pushed them open, and slowly probed inside.
Hooking the tip of his tongue, restrained yet eager.
Wen Qing opened his eyes, holding the chair tightly with both hands, and could clearly feel Si Kong's body leaning downwards and pressing down on him.
His hand inevitably rubbed against Sikong's arm, which was cool, firm and powerful.
Wen Qing's heart was beating wildly and she stared at Si Kong's eyes in a daze.
Sikong was also looking at him, and the moment their eyes met, his eyes darkened.
Then the kiss ended.
A quick kiss.
Wen Qing's lips trembled, but there was no pain or swelling, and she even felt very comfortable.
It’s a feeling of being cared for and loved.
Sikong lowered his eyes, looked at his red and bloodshot lips, slowly raised his hand, and gently wiped away the water stains at the corners of his lips.
He sat back down and said in a hoarse voice, "It's time to eat."
Wen Qing came back to his senses, and the next second, there was a knock on the door of the box, and the waiter came in with the food.
Although she knew that the waiter couldn't have seen what happened just now, Wen Qing's cheeks inevitably turned red.
He picked up the water glass and drank quickly.
The waiter put down the dishes, glanced at Wen Qing's cheek, and asked considerately, "Is it hot?"
Wen Qing responded vaguely.
The waiter helped them open the window before leaving the box.
As soon as the window was opened, the sounds of laughter and play from outside came in, it was very lively.
Wen Qing pursed her lips and slowly picked up the chopsticks.
Sikong noticed the redness on his cheeks and ears that had not yet faded, and there was a hint of smile in his eyes. He said lightly: "The environment here is better than the first floor."
Wen nodded and whispered, "It's more expensive here."
So there are fewer people.
Sikong added: "The points earned in the human world should have been converted into the currency of this world."
Wen Qing hummed and tilted his head to look at him.
Sikong asked slowly: "Can you come here more often in the future?"
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, a little confused: "It's possible..."
Sikong did not explain and continued, "Once a day."
"If it's inconvenient, we can do it every two days."
Hearing his negotiating tone, Wen Qing couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
Sikong poured him a glass of water, leaned back in his chair, and said calmly: "I want you to remember me every time you come."
Wen Qing's heart trembled, and she suddenly understood why Si Kong suddenly kissed her.
Like... the behavior of a puppy marking its territory.
Wen Qing bent his fingers and said slowly: "Even if I don't come, I will still think of you."
Sikong looked up at him: "Time is running out."
"Don't say such foul words."
Wen Qing was still pondering the meaning of the foul when he heard Si Kong whisper, "I'll think of doing something else."
His voice was low and ambiguous.
Wen Qing understood and lowered her head to eat with a red face.
During the meal, Sikong did not do anything except pick up the food. There was no close contact and he just accompanied him to finish the meal quietly.
When we left the cafeteria, there was only half an hour left.
Wen Qing also has classes in the afternoon, from one to four o'clock.
He stopped and turned to ask Sikong: "Is there really no place you want to go?"
Sikong glanced at him and replied, "Yes."
Wen Qing's eyes lit up: "Then let's go quickly."
Sikong nodded and led him forward.
Walk into Nancheng University, cross the tree-lined avenue, and head towards a teaching building in front.
When he reached the door of one of the classrooms, Wen Qing stopped, stared at the classroom for a few seconds, then took out his cell phone and looked at the class schedule.
This is the classroom where he will have class later.
Wen Qing pursed her lips and tilted her head to look at Si Kong.
Sikong opened the door and said casually, "I want to take you to class."
It was still early for class and the classroom was empty.
Wen Qing took a step forward and was about to speak when he was suddenly hugged from behind by Sikong.
Sikong ruffled his hair affectionately and whispered, "I'm leaving."
"Remember to eat well."
As soon as the words fell, the warmth behind him disappeared.
Wen Qing stood at the door of the classroom in a daze, his eyelashes trembling.
After a long while, he said softly, "I will eat well."
No matter how many times it happened, he could never get used to this separation.
Suddenly, a familiar female voice was heard.
"teacher?"
Wen Qing tilted his head and met Li Fang's concerned gaze.
Li Fang was standing not far away and immediately explained: "I will be attending class upstairs in a while, I am not following you."
Wen Qing hummed.
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Li Fang scratched his head, said nothing more, and said quickly: "Then, then I'll go upstairs first."
"Goodbye, teacher."
Wen nodded lightly and walked into the classroom.
Li Fang stared at his back for a while and called Song Qiang.
"Hey, Brother Qiang, I met the teacher in the teaching building. He seemed to be in a bad mood. I wanted to buy him something delicious."
"Does he have any favorite food? Milk tea? Which store's it from?"
…
Wen Qing randomly picked a seat in the classroom, took out his cell phone, subconsciously opened Yiou's WeChat, and quickly closed it.
After repeating this several times, Wen Qing couldn't help but send a message.
【Where are you? 】
Io replied within seconds.
Yiou: [In the dormitory.]
Wen Qing: [Oh.]
Yiou: [Wait until you finish class. ]
Wen Qing pursed her lips and stared at the line of words.
Just as his fingertips moved to the keyboard, suddenly, a hand appeared out of nowhere and took away his phone.
Wen Qing frowned, turned his head, and met a pair of narrow eyes.
Yu Xing came at some point and sat next to him, playing with his cell phone with his slender, powerful fingers.
Wen Qing was stunned.
He knew Yu Xing would come, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.
Yu Xing's gaze moved down from his hair inch by inch, finally landing on his rosy lips.
He narrowed his eyes, leaned forward lazily, and approached Wen Qing: "Sikong kissed you."
This is a statement, not a question.
Wen Qing pursed her lips, not only ignored him, but also moved her seat to the right, away from Yu Xing.
Yu Xing supported himself on the chair with one hand and leaned forward a little: "I want a kiss too."
Wen Qing: “…”
He pushed away Yu Xing's face that was approaching.
Yu Xing came closer again, still shouting, "Qingqing, how can you be so partial to one and disparage the other?"
Wen Qing pushed it open again.
Yu Xing didn't come any closer this time.
Wen Qing bent his fingers and lowered his eyes.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yu Xing's clothes. They were a normal sweatshirt and pants, but he was sitting with his legs crossed and in a sloppy posture. He exuded a temperament of doing things his own way.
Wen Qing's heartbeat gradually quickened. He was a little afraid of Yu Xing, fearing that Yu Xing would do something in the classroom. After all, there were only the two of them now.
Just as I was thinking about it, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open.
Wen Qing looked up at the door. It was Li Fang. She was holding a bag of milk tea in her hand. When she saw that Wen Qing was not the only one in the classroom, she was stunned for two seconds.
"Teacher."
Li Fang stammered as he explained, "I, I bought two extra cups of milk tea, would you like some?"
Yu Xing leaned lazily against the back of his chair and glanced at Wen Qing. He saw that his expression was slightly relaxed and he did not chase him away.
He raised his chin slightly and said to Li Fang, "Give it to me."
The expression and tone are domineering.
Li Fang muttered a few words in his heart, but still walked forward obediently and brought the milk tea in front of the two people.
Yu Xing took the milk tea, inserted a straw, and handed it to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment but did not refuse.
If you don't take it, Yu Xing might say something naughty again.
Thinking about it, he lowered his head and took a sip of milk tea.
Yu Xing then picked up another cup of milk tea, took a sip, and after tasting it, he frowned and put the milk tea heavily on the table.
The sound was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the empty classroom, as if it had been amplified.
Li Fang also became nervous. After spending a few minutes together, she could tell that her teacher's boyfriend had a bad temper this time.
She stuttered, "What, what happened?"
Yu Xing said casually: "This boss has a grudge against me."
Wen Qing looked down at the trademark, which read "a milk tea shop," and fell silent.
Li Fang blurted out: "Love, love and hatred?"
Wen Qing: “…”
Yu Xing sneered, neither admitting nor denying.
Li Fang's eyelids twitched, thinking that he was disgusted with him, and hesitantly said: "Then, then I won't bother you——"
Before he uttered the word "you guys", Yu Xing's eyes drifted over.
It seems casual, but it feels oppressive.
Li Fang paused and closed his mouth.
Yu Xing bent his fingers, tapped the table, and asked casually: "You don't drink milk tea?"
A topic that is always looking for trouble.
Li Fang realized that he was not going to let her leave, and said dryly: "I drank it. The milk tea is in the classroom."
Yu Xing responded perfunctorily.
No one spoke anymore and the atmosphere fell into silence.
Wen Qing said to Li Fang hesitantly, "Do you want to go back to the classroom first?"
Although he didn't want to be alone with Yu Xing, he also didn't want to embarrass Li Fang.
Li Fang immediately said, "No, no, it's still early for class."
"And..." She looked at Yu Xing cautiously and thought, she didn't dare to leave either.
Li Fang paused and made up an excuse: "The chairs in this classroom are quite comfortable to sit on."
"I, I'll take a break."
Wen nodded lightly without giving it much thought.
After all, Li Fang is quite strange.
Li Fang lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
Isn’t it nice to spend some time alone with your teacher?
Why should I leave myself as a light bulb?
Is this some new trendy hobby?
Should I take notes?
…
Yu Xing glanced at Li Fang and saw that she was quite sensible. He tilted his head to look at Wen Qing and asked casually, "What time does the afternoon class end?"
Wen Qing said truthfully: "It will take until four o'clock."
Hearing this, Yu Xing sneered.
If Wen Qing had to go to class from twelve to four o'clock, he would not be able to do anything.
Not long after, people gradually came into the classroom.
As more people came, Wen Qing felt more relaxed.
Seeing this, Yu Xing knocked on the table and said to Li Fang, "You can leave now."
Li Fang looked at him, then at Wen Qing, and stood up obediently.
As she walked out, she wondered what the purpose of the light bulb was.
"Goodbye, teacher."
"Goodbye." Wen Qing responded, took out his textbook and began to preview the content of the class later.
He didn't even glance at Yu Xing.
Yu Xing raised his eyebrows and moved closer to him.
Wen Qing didn't even raise his head and moved another seat to the right.
Yu Xing continued to push, and Wen Qing continued to move.
After moving to the seat on the far right, Wen Qing couldn't help but look up at him: "Are you done yet?"
Seeing that he finally paid attention to himself, Yu Xing blinked innocently: "I have something very important to tell you."
Wen Wei frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"
Yu Xing pointed at the boy sitting in the corner of the classroom and asked in a low voice: "Do you know him?"
Wen Qing looked in the direction of his finger and saw a classmate from the next class.
"I've seen him before, but I'm not familiar with him."
Yu Xing said, "He is secretly watching pornographic movies now, the kind with multiple people."
Wen Qing: “…”
Yu Xing pointed at another handsome boy and continued, "He is a gay, has a foot fetish, and likes SM."
Wen Qing: “…”
"Is this the important thing you said?"
Yu Xing held his chin with one hand, nodded lazily, and said nonchalantly: "Well, you are willing to pay attention to me now."
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