Wen Qing's voice was thick and nasal, sticky, and a little dumb.

The voice echoed in his ears, and Song Xuan's body felt more and more intense.

"you……"

He opened his mouth, and then he felt something was wrong.

It was as if all the energy in his body had been drained in an instant.

Song Xuan's legs softened and he fell straight down.

Wen Qing had no strength because of the kiss just now, so Song Xuan fell directly on top of him, and he was overwhelmed even with him.

Fortunately, the floor was covered with soft cushions, so he didn't fall in pain, but buried his entire face in Song Xuan's sturdy chest. He couldn't breathe, and his eyes darkened.

Wen Qing instinctively breathes hard and draws oxygen.

Song Xuan's ears seemed to be only the sound of soft and sticky breathing, and his chest was hot and itchy.

He clearly felt that the shirt around Wen Qing's mouth was soaked wet by his breath, tightly covering him.

The light and thin fabric seemed to be pressing heavily on his heart, Song Xuan's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

Changes in the body cannot be controlled.

Wen Qing wanted to slow down for a while and then get up again, but when the two were next to each other, he sensed Song Xuan.

He wanted to put this reason on the props, but before the props were used, Song Xuan had already

Wen Qing gritted his teeth, opened his mouth in anger, tilted his head and bit Song Xuan's arm hard.

A grunt sounded above his head.

Hearing this voice, Wen Qing bit harder and harder.

Song Xuan couldn't help squinting his eyes, this pain was nothing to him.

He didn't feel pain, but felt that the little rabbit in his arms was probably angry.

Rabbit bites in a hurry.

Biting him on purpose, hooking him.

Song Xuan bent his fingers and pressed Wen Qing's head against himself.

He lowered his head, his chin rested on the top of Wen Qing's head, his fingertips rubbed the soft strands of hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "Try harder."

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, and felt Song Xuan's temperature even more, and it was menacing.

He gritted his teeth and pushed Song Xuan's hand away.

Song Xuan really had no strength, and his right hand was easily pushed away by him.

He looked sideways at Wen Qing's flushed cheeks and asked, "Transfer student."

"what did you do to me?"

Be your big head.

Wen Qing scolded him in her heart and tried to push Song Xuan's body.

It was too heavy, like a mountain was pressing on him, and he couldn't push it away.

Wen Qing took a deep breath and moved to the side with difficulty.

[System, how long does this item take effect? 】

001: [The time of a color. 】

Wen Qing moved out little by little, caught a glimpse of Song Xuan blocking his way with his arm, he slapped it away fiercely, and continued to ask in his heart: [How long was that? 】

001: [It varies from person to person. 】

Wen Qing pursed her lips and continued to climb out.

After crawling for a while, half of his body had left Song Xuan's pressure, his calf was on his side, against Song Xuan's body.

Wen Qing's calf was hot and she thought to herself, um... Song Xuan should have been around for a long time.

Song Xuan tilted his head and hooked his fingers on the corner of Wen Qing's clothes, admiring the way he slowly moved out.

The spacious neckline slanted down, revealing half of his round, white and tender shoulders. His skin was white and tender, and when he moved on the rough cushion for a while, his shoulders turned slightly red.

Every time Wen Qing moved, the clothes would shift to varying degrees, clavicle, chest, waist...

The new white shirt was wrinkled and dusty, pitiful, protective and destructive.

Song Xuan looked at Wen Qing deeply.

It wasn't until the back of his hand was patted that he regained his senses.

Wen Qing finally moved out, and when she turned her head, she saw Song Xuan hooking his clothes.

He tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Let go!"

Of course Song Xuan didn't want to relax, but at this moment he was not Wen Qing's opponent at all.

Wen Qing pulled back her clothes and sat down on the cushion beside her so tired that she gasped for breath.

He didn't dare to stay longer, and after a while, he got up and picked up the m-size school uniform on the ground and walked to the door.

Song Xuan stared at his back and said with a low smile, "Transfer student."

"Your ass is very upturned."

"Has that fellow Fu Ranxiu touched it?"

touch your head!

Wen Qing paused, turned around and walked to Song Xuan's side, kicking Song Xuan's waist in anger.

"You're crazy!"

Song Xuan swayed slightly, and was kicked and lay on his back.

He didn't care about Wen Qing's behavior at all, raised his eyebrows, raised his hand vacantly, and pointed down: "Kick here."

Wen Qing looked at the place he pointed, cheeks slightly red.

How dare you be a hooligan!

He bent down and slapped Song Xuan on the face.

"Snapped"

A crisp slap echoed in the narrow storage room.

Wen Qing exerted his utmost strength, and Song Xuan's face was slapped by him.

He didn't know if Song Xuan was in pain, he only knew that he was going to die of pain.

Her palms were red and numb with pain, and Wen Qing almost burst into tears.

Wen Qing took a deep breath, held back her tears, and scolded, "You, you are sick!"

Song Xuan tilted his head to look at him, his right cheek flushed slightly.

He pressed his tongue against his cheeks and said indifferently, "Well, I'm insane."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, not knowing what to scold for a while.

He doesn't scold people, and he doesn't scold people.

After thinking for a while, he grabbed Song Xuan's hair and threatened fiercely, "You are not allowed to talk nonsense any more!"

Song Xuan met Wen Qing's eyes and was stunned.

His eyes were red, with obvious anger flashing in his eyes, and the light brown pupils became brighter and brighter, like glass beads.

I want to lick and lick it.

Song Xuan blinked, his eyes slid down involuntarily, and stayed on Wen Qing's chest.

He was bent over, the collar was open, and the upper body was unobstructed.

"Snapped"

Another crisp slap.

Wen Qing pulled up his collar, blushed, and continued to threaten: "Don't do anything to me either."

"Did you hear?!"

Song Xuan licked his lips: "I heard."

Wen Qing had never threatened anyone like this in her life, and after saying what she wanted to say, she didn't know what to say.

He paused, learned the lines of the TV series, and said fiercely: "If you dare to do this again, next time, next time, it will not be as simple as lack of strength!"

"Be careful!"

Song Xuan half-closed his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Be careful with your life or be careful with your life?"

Wen Qing only heard him talking nonsense again, didn't notice something was wrong with his voice, raised her hand and slapped it again.

Song Xuan's breathing became heavier.

Wen Qing's eyes widened: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Song Xuan snorted lowly and narrowed his eyes.

Wen Qing thought for a while, and then asked, "Are you familiar with the monitor?"

Song Xuan paused and looked up at Wen Qing: "Don't mention the spoilers."

His voice was hoarse, and his breath was not right.

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she looked down at Song Xuan's hand, and slapped him on the face again with anger.

Neuropathy!

Dead pervert!

…………

Wen Qing kicked Song Xuan's leg, turned his head and walked out, not forgetting to take his new school uniform.

Song Xuan stared at his back, a burning pain on his face.

He licked his lips and sniffed the faint fragrance in the air, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

This little bunny is quite spicy.

Wen Qing left the storage room without looking back, and as soon as she walked to the entrance of the stairs, she saw Huang Mao and other younger brothers coming towards him.

Seeing Wen Qing's appearance, the younger brothers were stunned and stood still.

Wen Qing hurriedly stepped up and walked towards the other corner.

Fortunately, Huang Mao and the others didn't come after him, they just whispered behind him:

"Fuck, that transfer student's eyes are red, are you crying?"

"I must be crying. Seeing that his clothes are like that, Brother Song has made a heavy hand."

"Brother Song is worthy of being Brother Song, but he actually beat up a big man and cried."

…………

Wen Qing paused, walked quickly up the second floor, and walked directly into the men's toilet.

It was morning reading time, and there was no one in the toilet.

He changed his clothes and washed his face and mouth.

Wen Qing stayed in front of the mirror for a while, and when her mouth was not so red and swollen, she wiped the water droplets off her face and slowly returned to the classroom.

When they returned to the classroom, the early self-study was over. The students were busy with their own affairs, and no one looked at Wen Qing.

Wen let out a sigh of relief and hurried back to his seat.

He looked at Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan was lying on the table, he didn't understand, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Wen Qing took a sip of milk, slowly opened the bread, and looked at the other players.

Zhang Yang and Chen Jing weren't there. Apart from him and Jiang Yan, there was only Xu Yuan in the classroom.

Xu Yuan lowered her head and was about to eat breakfast.

"Xu Yuan!"

Suddenly, a short-haired girl walked past Wen Qing quickly, jumped over to Xu Yuan, and shouted her name.

Xu Yuan was not frightened and turned around calmly.

The next second, the short-haired girl raised her arm and knocked off the breakfast in Xu Yuan's hand.

The short-haired girl said quickly, "Oh, I'm sorry."

Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment: "It doesn't matter."

She leaned over to pick it up, the short-haired girl moved aside and stepped on Xu Yuan's sleeve.

Black footprints are printed on the white sleeves.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Saying that, the short-haired girl took a step, stepped on the bread, and said to Xu Yuan, "Hey, forget it, don't eat this bread..."

"I'll pay you back."

Xu Yuan raised her head and stared blankly at the short-haired girl.

Wen Qing, who was not far away, was also stunned.

It was clear from his point of view.

This short-haired girl deliberately threw off Xu Yuan's breakfast and stepped on Xu Yuan on purpose, obviously she could avoid it

Wen frowned slightly, glanced at Fu Ranxiu at the table in front of him, took a big bite of the bread, and quickly ate breakfast.

He only bought one loaf.

"Eat my sandwich," the short-haired girl finished, took out a sandwich and handed it to Xu Yuan, "I made it myself in the morning."

Xu Yuan didn't answer, and the girls at the same table, before and after the table, said:

"Eat it, Fangfang didn't mean it."

"She has rough hands and feet, don't be angry."

"Xu Yuan, you won't be angry with this little thing, will you?"

…………

"I" Xu Yuan hesitated for a while, but still took the sandwich from the short-haired girl, "I'm not angry."

The short-haired girl named Fangfang smiled and urged, "Hurry up and eat."

"Class is about to start, so you have to hurry up and study."

Xu Yuan had a bad feeling in her heart, but surrounded by several classmates, she could only take a bite of the sandwich cautiously.

She only bit a little bit, but in the next second, she saw a black thing in the bread, and its tentacles moved tremblingly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Xu Yuan threw away the sandwich in horror, pushed Fangfang away, and ran out of the classroom retching.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and looked at the sandwich on the ground.

The bread and lettuce of the sandwich were scattered all over the place, and there was a huge cockroach lying on the lettuce.

Wen Qing's face changed slightly, and the bread in her mouth seemed to have a strange taste.

Fangfang and the others looked at Xu Yuan's back and said with a smile, "What, it's so funny."

"You're so timid, hahaha."

"A small toy is frightened like this." Fangfang smiled, bent over to pick up the cockroach, and patted it.

The cockroach's body shivered like jelly, and it was soft, apparently just a cockroach-like toy.

"Hahaha I guess she doesn't even want to eat today."

"It's good to be hungry all day."

"Is there a gym class today? Let me see."

…………

Hearing the girls' undisguised malice, Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at the other students.

They looked indifferent and went about their own business. They were not affected by the words of Fangfang and others, and they didn't even glance at them, as if they were used to similar things.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.

Suddenly, Fu Ranxiu moved.

Wen Qing hurriedly opened the book and pretended to study.

He lowered his eyes, staring blankly.

Long black marks were drawn on the book by the black pen, and the force was so strong that it directly pierced the paper.

Twisted black words everywhere in the margins of the pages: GO DIE.

Go to hell!

Go to hell!

Go to hell!