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What good dog?
What master?
What on earth is Song Xuan talking about? !
Wen Qing felt that something was wrong with him.
He was dazed and his mind went blank.
After a while, Wen Qing came back to his senses and felt Song Xuan's breath on his neck and his furry hair scratching his neck.
Song Xuan didn't kiss or bite him, he just buried his head in his neck and breathed, as if he was smelling his scent.
It really looks like a large dog.
Like a stinky dog clinging to its owner.
Thinking of this, Wen Qing got goosebumps all over his body. He had been led astray by Song Xuan.
Wen Qing pushed Song Xuan’s head away.
Song Xuan tilted his head, and his deep brown eyes stared at him, as if he was craving for something.
When she met his eyes, Wen Qing's mind kept replaying what Song Xuan had just said.
Good dog, master...
The cheeks that had finally cooled down turned red again, and Wen Qing's head was buzzing.
Song Xuan lowered his eyes and stared at Wen Qing's face greedily.
Wen Qing's cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly open, and her lips were still swollen, with a faint luster under the light, as if she was asking for a kiss.
Song Xuan's throat moved, wanting to kiss.
He spoke again: "Reward."
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide. How could a good dog be rewarded for biting?
He couldn't help but say, "Only bad dogs deserve rewards!"
Song Xuan stared at his lips, which opened and closed, and said, "I am a bad dog."
Wen Qing was embarrassed and annoyed, and cursed: "You, you are crazy!"
Why don’t you be a good person instead of being a dog?
Song Xuan slowly leaned over, supported Wen Qing's chair back with both hands, and trapped him in the chair: "Do you like bad dogs?"
"I don't like it!" Wen Qing couldn't help but raised his voice and said to Song Xuan, "I don't like dogs!"
He raised his hand to push Song Xuan away, but Song Xuan did not move.
Song Xuan even raised his foot and placed it between his legs, bending his knees to prevent him from leaving the chair.
"You'll like it."
Song Xuan licked his lips, lowered his voice, and said affectionately: "Bad Dog can tell you everything you want to know."
"You want to know what's going to happen tomorrow?"
"Want to know what Fu Ranxiu did?"
"Still want to know what happened in Class 1?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she bent her fingers, resisting the urge to hit Song Xuan, and listened to him continue.
He really wanted to know these things.
Song Xuan's eyes slowly moved down from Wen Qingli's beautiful eyebrows to her lips and collarbone... He wanted to peek at the pink underneath her clothes, he wanted to...
He exhaled hot air and whispered to Wen Qing: "Bad dog can still do things for you."
"I can kiss you, lick you, play with you, make you cry, make you feel good..."
“Pah—”
Wen Qing's face flushed. He pulled Song Xuan's collar and slapped him again with his backhand.
“Pah—”
The two slaps were so hard that the sound seemed to echo in the dormitory.
Wen Qing's palms felt numb, and his right hand felt painful and hot.
He glared at Song Xuan and gritted his teeth, "Don't talk nonsense!"
Song Xuan looked at his wet and red eyes, listened to his slightly trembling voice, and his breathing became heavier.
Wen Qing grabbed his collar and said, "Do you understand?"
Song Xuan calmed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I understand."
I'll dare to do it again next time.
Wen loosened his hand and kicked him: "Get out of here!"
Song Xuan groaned.
Suddenly, a clear hiccup was heard outside the door.
It's not the sound insulation caused by being full, but the sound made accidentally when being frightened.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then remembered that Huangmao was still waiting outside the door.
I don’t know how many people heard the conversation just now.
Wen Qing was so angry that she kicked Song Xuan again.
Song Xuan straightened up and said to the yellow-haired man outside the door, "You can get out now."
"Come with your stuff tomorrow morning."
"Okay, okay, I'll leave right away." The yellow-haired man responded stutteringly.
There were footsteps outside the door, and it sounded like someone was running away in a hurry.
Song Xuan looked at Wen Qing, his eyes dark, "Let's see tomorrow morning."
Wen Qing was stunned, firstly because Song Xuan was actually willing to take him to see it, and secondly because he was wondering why he had to do it tomorrow morning.
Seeing his doubt, Song Xuan raised his lips slightly, the hostility between his eyebrows faded, and another kind of desire appeared: "Not enough time."
Wen Qing was even more confused. What time?
Song Xuan did not explain, but stood up straight so that Wen Qing could see him clearly.
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide, kicked Song Xuan away in anger, and climbed directly onto his bed.
Song Xuan did not stop him. He sat on Wen Qing's chair, raised his eyelids, and looked at his slender white ankles, his eyes becoming darker and darker.
Wen Qing climbed onto the bed, got into the quilt, and wrapped herself tightly.
Just as he was about to lie down, he was still a little worried, so he tilted his head to look at Song Xuan.
When she tilted her head, she met Song Xuan's deep eyes.
Wen Qing watched him sitting in his chair, watching his movements, and couldn't help but shouting, "Song Xuan!"
"Get away from me!"
“It’s so dirty!”
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes, not angry but happy, looked up at him, and said in a suppressed voice: "Call me again."
Call you head!
Wen Qing was so angry that she wanted to hit him, but there was nothing at hand and the only pillow was still on Song Xuan's bed.
He closed his eyes and crawled into the quilt, out of sight, out of mind.
Wen Qing pulled the quilt over her head, not even a strand of hair was exposed.
The lights-out bell rang, but Fu Ranxiu didn't come out of the bathroom, and Song Xuan didn't go to bed.
Only Wen Qing was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, always feeling like something was poking him.
He felt his pocket and found Song Xuan's cell phone.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched and he immediately muted himself.
It was all Song Xuan’s fault that he forgot about serious matters.
Wen Qing quickly opened the address book on his phone. Except for the phone numbers of bodyguards No. 1 and No. 2, which was Ji Sheng's, many other numbers only had a surname noted.
He held the phone tightly and asked 001 tentatively: [System, do you still remember Xing Ze's phone number? ]
001 didn't say anything.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes. He didn't have much expectation that 001 would tell him the phone number.
Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu were both in the dormitory. He didn't dare to call, so he had to try to search for Xing Ze. There was no search history. He only saw some criminal police officers in the news. He couldn't be sure whether it was Xing Ze.
Wen Qing pursed her lips and searched for Class 1 of Dezhi High School again.
There is no bad news, only praise.
Unable to find anything online, Wen Qing had to put away his phone and figure out the advanced tasks on his own.
Fu Ranxiu is a good person. Even if he was the one who did the Class 1 work, he is indeed a good person.
So the real villain might be the mysterious power of this aberration.
Season's voice...
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and he felt more and more that this copy was related to Ji Yu.
Ji Yu likes to play tricks on humans. Could it be that Fu Ranxiu has been fooled?
After thinking about it for a while, Wen Qing heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.
Fu Ranxiu came out.
Wen Qing hesitated for a while, quietly lifted a corner of the quilt and looked out.
The lights in the dormitory were still on. Fu Ranxiu walked out wearing glasses, damp all over. His eyes were cold and he seemed to have returned to normal.
He took two steps and glanced at Song Xuan who was sitting on the chair.
Song Xuan wiped his hands and stood up lazily.
The two looked at each other without saying anything, but a strange atmosphere filled the air.
Wen Qing glanced at Song Xuan's head, then at Fu Ranxiu, remembering how familiar Song Xuan was with Fu Ranxiu, plus what he had just said...
Song Xuan must know something.
Anyway, the cooldown of “no sex” is almost up.
Wen Qing compared them and felt that it was more cost-effective to beat up Song Xuan for asking questions.
………………
The next morning
Wen Qing woke up as soon as the alarm rang.
He immediately got up, washed, and when he walked out of the bathroom, he ran into Huangmao and a few other younger brothers who walked in with their schoolbags.
Huang Mao walked to Song Xuan's bed and called out carefully, "Song, Brother Song, we are here."
Song Xuan lifted the quilt and climbed out of bed lazily.
He was wearing only a pair of shorts with no other clothes on, and his wheat-colored muscles were particularly dazzling under the light.
Wen Qing's cheeks felt hot and she quickly looked away.
Huang Mao put his schoolbag on the table and was about to open it when another little brother suddenly stepped forward to stop him: "Brother Huang, there is also this transfer student——"
Before he could finish his words, the yellow-haired man slapped him hard on the head: "What transfer student!"
"This is your fierce brother."
Wen Qing: “…”
The other brothers were all stunned.
Huang Mao immediately said: "Why don't you call for help!"
The younger brothers were stunned for a moment, looked at Huang Mao, then looked at Song Xuan, and shouted in unison: "Brother Meng!"
Wen Qing: “…”
Hearing the shouts of his younger brothers, Wen Qing couldn't help but glance at Song Xuan.
He treats Song Xuan as his younger brother, but Song Xuan actually wants to be his dog?
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