Song Xuan's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of anger.

Wen Qing sat on the bed, grabbed the edge of the bed with his right hand, and pressed his fingertips against the wooden board, a faint blood tinged.

Fu Ranxiu was standing beside his bed, and he could kiss that hand as long as he leaned forward a little.

Song Xuan narrowed his eyes, strode into the bedroom, stood in front of Fu Ranxiu, raised his hand and grabbed Fu Ranxiu's collar: "What the hell are you trying to do?"

When his Danfeng eyes are narrowed, they appear narrower and longer, giving people a very uneasy feeling, as if they will hit people at any time.

Fu Ranxiu calmly opened his hand, lifted his eyelids, his expression did not change, and said to Song Xuan indifferently, "You should ask Wen Meng what he wants to do to me."

Wen Qing: "..."

Hearing Fu Ranxiu's words, Song Xuan became more and more unhappy, and sneered, "Who the hell is going to do something to you pervert."

He glanced at Wen Qing, and said again, "Don't give a fuck about him."

Fu Ranxiu snorted lightly and said nothing.

Wen Qing somehow understood what Fu Ranxiu meant.

At this moment, it's not Fu Ranxiu who misses him, but he who misses Fu Ranxiu.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan silently.

The two were about the same height, and the atmosphere was tense.

Song Xuan clenched his fist and seemed to want to hit someone, but he didn't do it.

Fu Ranxiu looked at Song Xuan quietly, and said lightly, "Turn off the lights in another hour."

"I know," Song Xuan raised his mouth and said to him, "Starting today, I will live on campus."

Fu Ranxiu finally had a little more emotion on his face, he frowned slightly and looked at Song Xuan deeply.

Wen Qing was stunned.

One is because Song Xuan actually wants to live on campus, and the other is because Fu Ranxiu is actually angry because of this.

Song Xuan obviously knew that Fu Ranxiu would be upset because of this. He raised the corner of his mouth, leaned on the warm bed sideways, and raised his chin slightly: "Come in and put things."

The words fell, and Wen Qing saw several men in suits and leather shoes come in with suitcases, handbags, etc.

One of them opened Song Xuan's closet and started packing things, one changed Song Xuan's sheets and quilts, and the other walked straight into the bathroom with a suitcase.

The originally not spacious bedroom was instantly crowded with people. They didn't speak, or even made a sound. They quietly and quickly tidy up the bedroom for Song Xuan.

In less than ten minutes, they all left, as if they had never come in.

Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan blankly.

If Song Xuan starts living on campus today, it will be even more difficult for him to find a chance to be alone with Fu Ranxiu, let alone use props.

Suddenly, Song Xuan turned his head and looked straight at him: "Did he touch your hand?"

Wen Qing was still thinking about the props, but she didn't return to her senses.

He didn't speak, Song Xuan's face became even more stinky, and he asked again, "He doesn't just touch your hand?"

Wen Qing regained his senses now, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he gritted his teeth: "He didn't touch me!"

Song Xuan said with a dark face: "I saw it all."

You see a fart!

Wen Qing thought to herself, it was clearly he who touched Fu Ranxiu.

Song Xuan looked at him suspiciously, snorted coldly, and asked, "Then what are you going to do when you are so close?"

"It's none of your business." Wen Qing gritted his teeth, stopped paying attention to Song Xuan, and got into the quilt.

Song Xuan stared at the back of his head for a while, then turned to take a bath towel from the closet, put it on his shoulder, and walked to the bathroom.

When passing by Fu Ranxiu, he paused and said expressionlessly, "Don't touch him."

Fu Ranxiu glanced at him, ignored Song Xuan, returned to the desk, and looked down at the book.

 …

Wen Qing stared at the ceiling for a while, and suddenly heard the sound of water, which was very clear.

When he turned his head, he saw Song Xuan taking a bath.

The toilet is dry and wet, except for the toilet door, the shower has a separate glass door.

Song Xuan did not close the door of the bathroom, but only closed a glass door, which was almost the same as not closing the door.

The light mist of hot air could not cover Song Xuan's body at all, and Wen Qing could clearly see Song Xuan's wheat-colored skin, firm and firm muscles, and strong waist.

As if feeling Wen Qing's gaze, Song Xuan paused with his shampooing hand, glanced out, then turned around and faced Wen Qing calmly.

Wen Qing's pupils shrank, and her cheeks instantly turned red.

Song Xuan's neuropathy must be intentional!

Wen Qing quickly looked away, turned her back to the direction of the bathroom.

The sound of water dripping, Wen Qing's mind is full of the scene just now, and her cheeks are getting more and more red.

Soon, the bed vibrated slightly.

Wen tilted his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Song Xuan climbing onto the bed.

With wet hair, he sat on the bed beside Wen Qing, naked on the upper part, but fortunately he was wearing shorts on the lower part.

Song Xuan sat on the bed and looked at Wen Qing so directly.

His gaze was almost substantive, and Wen Qing seemed to be able to feel his gaze wandering on his face, slowly sliding down, landing on his lips, and continuing down.

Wen Qing flexed his fingers and couldn't help pulling the quilt, burying half of his face in the quilt.

Song Xuan was still looking at him, just looking at his brows that were exposed outside the quilt.

Buried in the quilt for a while, warm, stuffy and hot.

Seeing that Song Xuan was still looking at him, he couldn't help sitting up and said to Song Xuan, "Don't look at me."

Song Xuan brushed the hair from his forehead to the back of his head, staring at Wen's slightly red cheeks: "Fu Ranxiu can touch you, but I can't look at you?"

Wen clenched his teeth: "He didn't touch me!"

"I touched him."

Song Xuan was slightly startled, then narrowed his eyes: "Then look at me too."

Wen Qing: "..."

"I don't want to look at you."

Song Xuan sneered: "Didn't you read it just now?"

"Want to watch? I can take it off."

Saying that, he put his hand on his trousers.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, thinking about Song Xuan's neuropathy!

Song Xuan stared at his expression and frowned slightly: "You don't like it?"

"I'm so old."

Wen Qing's cheeks were even redder, and the tips of her ears were all red.

He somewhat understood what Song Xuan meant.

Because I said that I was gay before, so, so I showed it to him on purpose?

Wen Qing blushed, and stopped talking to the neuropathy, got into the quilt, and wrapped herself tightly, not even showing a single strand of hair.

But through the quilt, he could still feel Song Xuan's vague gaze.

Wen Qing closed her eyes, trying her best to ignore this feeling.

"Wen Meng." Song Xuan said suddenly.

Wen Qing ignored him.

Song Xuan: "Aren't you bored?"

"I don't look at you."

Wen Qingtong, after hearing Song Xuan's words, tentatively got out of his head, just in time to meet Song Xuan's direct gaze.

Just looking at him like that, doing nothing, like a big dog staring at its owner.

Still a liar dog.

Song Xuan looked at Wen Qing's face greedily, as if he had been suffocated, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist, and the tip of his nose was also a little pink.

Wen Qing was so angry that she picked up the pillow and threw it away.

Song Xuan didn't hide, but still hit his face with the pillow.

At the moment when the pillow was about to fall, he raised his hand to grab it, lowered his head and sniffed, it was fragrant and sweet.

Knowing that, Wen Qing's cheeks turned even redder, what a pervert!

"you you……"

Song Xuan raised his eyes and looked at him, his throat moved slightly: "Wen Meng, why are you so fragrant?"

Wen Qing was about to scold him.

Fu Ranxiu's voice sounded from the side: "Turn off the lights."

"To shut up."

After speaking, Fu Ranxiu got up and turned off the light in the bedroom.

Lights out bell rings.

The noisy dormitory building gradually became quiet, and Song Xuan stopped talking and sat quietly on the bed.

After a long time, Wen Qingwen gently stuck out her head and breathed in the fresh air.

Moonlight climbed into the bedroom from the balcony, Wen Qing vaguely saw Song Xuan's face, and once again really felt Song Xuan's gaze.

Wen Qing closed her eyes and forced herself to ignore Song Xuan's gaze.

After a long time, finally felt sleepy and slowly fell asleep.

………………

The next morning, Wen Qing was woken up.

The vague "get up" and "get up" sounded in my ears.

Wen Qing opened her eyes in a daze, and saw Song Xuan standing by the bed, brushing his teeth and calling him to get up.

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, and heard the melodious song of getting up.

Slept so late last night that didn't hear the bell in the morning.

Looking at the time, Wen Qing hurriedly sat up and lifted the quilt.

Song Xuan's eyes slowly fell from his sleepy face to his stomach.

The corners of the pajamas were lifted slightly, revealing a soft and fair waist.

Song Xuan remembered the touch and couldn't help licking his lips.

Wen Qing immediately tidied up her clothes and wanted to get out of bed.

Just as he stretched out his feet, he saw Song Xuan staring at his feet.

"you……"

Song Xuan said: "I didn't talk nonsense, and I didn't do anything."

After speaking, he raised his head slightly, probably because his hair was a little messy and the ends of his hair were slightly raised when he just got up.

Wen Qing looked at him, inexplicably thinking of the big dog who asked the owner for a reward.

Wen Qing was taken aback by this thought, and then said to Song Xuan, "Get out of the way, I want to get up."

Song Xuan stood aside, leaving enough space for Wen Qing to climb out of bed.

Wen Qing climbed out of bed and glanced around. Fu Ranxiu was not in the dormitory, he should have gone to the classroom.

He went to the bathroom to wash up, and Song Xuan also went in to rinse his mouth.

He walked to the balcony, and Song Xuan followed him to the balcony.

He walked out of the dormitory, and Song Xuan followed him out of the dormitory.

When Zhang Yang saw the follower behind Wen Qing, he was stunned for a while before slowly walking towards Wen Qing with Song Xuan's eyes on him.

Song Xuan was only two or three steps away from Wen Qing, and he could hear their conversation.

Zhang Yang didn't say anything, and gestured to Wen Qing with his eyes what was going on.

"I don't know," Wen Qing pursed her lips.

He stopped, turned his head and said to Song Xuan, "Stay away from me!"

Song Xuan paused and glanced at Zhang Yang.

His eyes turned twice on Zhang Yang, and narrowed his eyes: "Transfer student?"

Zhang Yang looked at him and nodded hesitantly.

Song Xuan tutted, stopped and stood in place.

Seeing that he didn't follow up, Wen Qing lowered his voice and said to Zhang Yang, "I don't know what happened to him."

Zhang Yang responded. Compared with Song Xuan, he had other things to say.

"Last night the gang didn't do anything but sleep, and this morning was normal and didn't talk to me."

"I don't know what will happen during the day."

Zhang Yang looked at Wen Qing up and down and asked, "How about you?"

Wen Qing told the truth: "It's okay, it's just that Song Xuan came back to live on campus suddenly."

"And..." He paused and said in a low voice, "Fu Ranxiu should have done everything that a class of students got better grades."

"Bullying transfer students is also because they can get better grades."

Zhang Yang was taken aback, they were just guessing yesterday, not sure.

He whispered to Wen Qing: "Did you use props?"

Wen Qing shook his head: "No."

"Fu Ranxiu did it anyway."

Wen Qing didn't talk about the specific process, and Zhang Yang was also very knowledgeable and didn't ask any further questions.

Zhang Yang thought for a while, and then said, "Today I will find an opportunity to use the props for Fu Ranxiu."

Wen responded lightly.

There were many students going to the teaching building in the morning, and the two made a special detour, taking a path with no one.

After walking a distance, Zhang Yang turned around and saw that Song Xuan was still following behind them, keeping a short distance.

Can follow them, but can't hear their conversation.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but asked curiously, "Is this kid listening to you so much because he used props yesterday?"

Wen Qing shook his head, thinking to himself, he doesn't have such powerful props.

Zhang Yang was stunned: "What's going on?"

"What did you do after using the prop yesterday?"

Wen Qing said hesitantly, "Does it count for beating him?"

"Forget it, why not."

Zhang Yang nodded, looked at Wen Qing's thin arms and legs, and turned to look at Song Xuan's tall figure.

He thought about it for a while, and suddenly said, "I understand."

"He must have recognized you as his eldest brother."