Wen Qing looked at Fu Ranxiu blankly.

touch, touch you?

Is it that direct?

Fu Ranxiu's pupils were dark, not affected by the spectacle lenses at all, but because the gloss of the lenses was a little more indifferent, like a robot in human skin.

There was no emotion on his face, neither in his eyes, nor any desire, as if he didn't say those two words just now.

Facing Fu Ranxiu's face, Wen Qing inexplicably suspected that she was thinking crooked.

He asked hesitantly, "Where did I touch you?"

Fu Ranxiu looked at him and said lightly, "Fair deal."

The implication is that the place he touches is proportional to his answer.

Wen Qing understood the meaning of these four words, but after thinking about it carefully for a while, the meaning of "fair trade" means that he can touch anywhere.

In this case... he can't do it...

Wen Qing's expression loosened, thinking that it was he who touched Fu Ranxiu, but not Fu Ranxiu.

It was he who ate Fu Ranxiu's tofu, and it was not Fu Ranxiu who ate him.

No matter how you think about it, you earn it yourself, touch people again, and get answers to your questions.

Seeing the change in Wen Qing's expression, Fu Ranxiu took two steps forward and asked calmly, "Are you coming down? Or should I go up?"

Saying that, he glanced at the warm bed.

Although there was nothing on the bed, the quilt was crooked, and a small half of it was still hanging outside the bed, in stark contrast to the neat bed on the other side.

Wen Qing picked up the quilt and stammered, "No need."

"Don't get so close."

Fu Ranxiu looked up at him.

Wen said slowly, "just come over a little more."

Fu Ranxiu took another step forward.

The minty scent of the shower gel hits my face, dyed with water vapor, cool and wet.

Wen Qing couldn't help wrinkling her nose.

Facing Fu Ranxiu's face at close range, he couldn't help grabbing the quilt nervously: "I-I did it."

Fu Ranxiu looked at him quietly, without urging, but Wen Qing felt his gaze on her hand.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, rested her left hand on the bed, leaned forward slightly, raised her right hand, and slowly stretched out to Fu Ranxiu.

It crossed the cheek and finally stopped on his head.

Fu Ranxiu frowned slightly.

Gently pressing his hand on his head, his fingers ran through his wet hair and rubbed lightly.

The palms are wet and cool.

Wen Qing touched it twice, then immediately withdrew his hand, looked down at Fu Ranxiu, and said without changing his face, "It's over."

Fu Ranxiu closed his eyes halfway, and his eyes stayed on Wen Qing's right hand.

His fingers were wet and glowing with a faint luster. He could imagine how the hand fell on his head just now, and the white and tender fingers were interspersed in the black hair.

Fu Ranxiu lowered his eyes slightly, his throat tightened.

Wen Qing didn't know what he was imagining. Seeing that Fu Ranxiu didn't speak for a while, he repeated the question: "Why do you bully transfer students?"

Fu Ranxiu retracted his gaze and said slowly, "You know why."

Wen Qing was stunned: "I don't know."

"You know." Fu Ranxiu said.

Wen Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak, but after meeting Fu Ranran's indifferent eyebrows, he slowly reacted.

He knew it, and so did the other players.

Because bullying transfer students will get better grades.

He was shocked, but how did Fu Ranxiu know that he knew?

Wen Qing pursed her lips, thinking that Fu Ranxiu didn't regard transfer students as students in the class, and said that they wouldn't stay here for long...

An unbelievable thought flashed in his mind: shouldn't Fu Ranxiu know that they are players?

He hurriedly asked in his heart: [System, will you? 】

001: [Theoretically not possible. 】

In theory?

Wen Qing's face changed slightly: [It's still possible, right? 】

001 did not speak.

Wen Qing guessed that the answer to the question was yes.

He lowered his eyes and continued to ask 001: [Can I ask Fu Ranxiu this question? 】

001: [Players can't talk to the dungeon aboriginals about dungeon games. 】

Wen Qing asked in a low voice: [What do you mean by impossible? 】

001: [You can try. 】

Wen Qing immediately asked Fu Ranxiu, "you"

Know we are players?

He couldn't say it completely.

When he said the second word, his voice seemed to disappear, and his lips could not move.

Wen Qing had no choice but to stop asking Fu Ranxiu.

He pursed his lips and asked, "The question just now, why are you bullying transfer students?"

"Except what I know"

Before he could finish his question, Fu Ranxiu reminded, "Fair trade."

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she stopped asking.

The reason for the better grades of a class of students is half of the advanced tasks. If you want to get this answer, it should be more than just touching it.

Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then reached out to Fu Ranxiu's cheek and pinched it gently.

There was no flesh on Fu Ranxiu's cheeks, and when he pinched it, his face became crooked, and the cold expression disappeared, but it was more cute.

Wen gently pulled it off, and when he let go, he wiped all the water from Fu Ranxiu's hair just now onto his face.

"Why do you want me to share a bedroom with you?"

"You're not in good health." Fu Ranxiu said lightly.

The breeze blew, and the wetness on the cheeks dried quickly, and the skin that had been gently touched slowly tightened, as if a mouth was gently sucking.

Fu Ranxiu stared at Wen Qingmei's eyebrows, his heart skipped a beat, and his breathing took two points.

Wen Qing didn't notice Fu Ranxiu's change, he lowered his head, still pondering the meaning of the other party's words.

One bedroom because of poor health.

Other players will be bullied by the people in the dormitory...

Coupled with the frail body on the identity card, the maliciousness in the textbook, and the simple main task...

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, wouldn't the player be bullied to death by them?

Or use the player's life as a sacrifice?

But the students in other classes said that there is no bad news in this class

Thinking about it, Wen Qing stretched out her hand again.

This time, his fingertips didn't touch Fu Ranxiu's face, and his wrist was held.

Fu Ranxiu lifted his eyelids, rubbed his wrist gently with his fingertips, and said lightly, "It was a discount just now."

Wen Qing was stunned, and even forgot to shrink his hands.

"You, have you raised the price?"

Fu Ranxiu let go of his hand and repeated: "It was a discount just now."

Wen Qing paused and understood what he meant.

Just now I was drilling holes, but now Fu Ranxiu can't drill for him.

Fu Ranxiu asked calmly, "Do you want to ask more?"

Wen Qing flexed his fingers, thinking to himself, of course.

He still has many questions.

Fu Ranxiu glanced at his expression, stood motionless beside Wen Qing's bed without raising his eyebrows, like an extremely patient hunter, quietly waiting for his prey to fall into the trap.

Wen Qing struggled for a moment, raised her hand again, and stroked Fu Ranxiu's neck.

Fu Ranxiu's skin was cold, with a hint of coldness, his Adam's apple bulged, rolling up and down, rubbing against his palm.

Wen Qing's fingertips trembled slightly and touched Fu Ranxiu's carotid artery.

He could clearly feel the other person's heart rate.

Soon, unlike his apparent indifference.

Fu Ranxiu pursed his lips, his eyes darkened, and the indifference between his brows faded a little.

His expression didn't seem to change, but there were a lot of changes, and there was an inexplicable astringency on his face.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, her cheeks rose with warmth, dyed red.

With trembling fingertips, he quickly touched Fu Ranxiu's neck.

The two were skin-to-skin, and Wen Qing could feel Fu Ranxiu's gradually rising body temperature, which was a little hot, burning his palms.

Wen Qing hurriedly asked, "Okay, okay?"

Fu Ranxiu replied in a low voice.

Wen Qing's palm was numb, and she quickly retracted her hand and pressed it on the edge of the bed.

He rubbed the quilt, trying to rub off Fu Ranxiu's body temperature.

After a while, Wen Qingcai hurriedly asked, "Why are the students in the first class afraid of you?"

Fu Ranxiu closed his eyes halfway, his voice slightly hoarse: "They rely on me."

Wen Qing is now confirmed.

It was really Fu Ranxiu who was doing the trick.

Because of Fu Ranxiu, when others bully transfer students, their grades will improve.

Because Fu Ranxiu did it, all the students in the class were afraid of him and obeyed him.

Wen Qing pulled the quilt nervously, her heart beating faster.

He can use props.

Maybe let Fu Ranxiu end all this?

Wen Qing closed her eyes and was about to use the prop when suddenly, the bedroom door was knocked hard.

Wen Qing opened her eyes immediately, thinking it was Zhang Yang.

He didn't have time to do anything, only to see the door lock turned, and the bedroom door was pushed open with a force, hitting the wall heavily.

"boom"

Song Xuan stood at the door, and when he saw Wen Qing and Fu Ranxiu very close, his face instantly turned cold.

"Fu Ranxiu, take your dirty face away."