Hearing Wen Qing's words, Song Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and he asked instead, "Do you like dogs?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, but did not understand the meaning of this sentence for a while.

Song Xuan asked again, "Do you like it?"

Wen Qing didn't want to pay attention to him, and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Song Xuan put his hands on the washstand, trapped Wen Qing beside the washstand, and asked again, "Do you like it?"

The two were very close, and with a slight movement of Wen Qing, Song Xuan's body could be attached to his back.

He glanced at Song Xuan's sturdy arm, leaned forward against the washstand, gritted his teeth and said, "I like it!"

"OK?"

Song Xuan lifted his eyelids and looked straight at Wen Qing: "I can be a dog too."

Wen Qing: "???"

? ? ?

what?

He looked at Song Xuan in the mirror in shock: "I-I'm talking about a real dog!"

Animal dog!

Song Xuan's nose moved slightly, and the stench on Wen Qing's body was still there, thick and heavy, covering his own sweet fragrance.

Wen Qing felt the sound of breathing in the ear, and the warm breath blew on the auricle.

His eyelashes trembled, and he looked at the mirror in front of him. The scene reflected in the mirror was like Song Xuan was holding him from behind, frowning and sniffing him seriously.

A dry feeling rose in Wen Qing's heart, and she raised her hand and gave Song Xuan an elbow: "Dogs don't smell like you!"

After speaking, he stepped on Song Xuan again: "Get out of the way!"

Song Xuan looked at his slightly irritable appearance, and realized that Wen Qing didn't like the posture of his back, so he let go.

Wen Qing turned around, and just took a step, only to see Song Xuan stretched out his foot to block the way.

It's fine when their backs are facing each other, but when they look directly at Song Xuan, Wen Qing can really feel the difference in height and physical fitness between the two.

Wen Qing frowned: "What else are you doing?"

Song Xuan did not speak, and told him what to do with his actions.

Also smell.

Song Xuan took a step forward, pressed Wen Qing's toes, lowered his head, and sniffed at his collar.

It's all on the collar, it can stink for so long...

Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked with a dark face, "Have you touched that stinky woman too?"

Wen Qing: "..."

Something I'm still thinking of touching...

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then squeezed out two words: "No."

Song Xuan asked, "Why does it stink for so long?"

Wen Qing: "...Her hair is tangled in my buttons."

Song Xuan looked at him suspiciously.

Wen Qing was so annoyed by him that he couldn't help asking, "It's none of your business who I touch!"

"I love to touch whoever! Whoever I want to touch!"

Hearing this, Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.

Wen Qing was forced to step back, her back against the wall.

He raised his foot and wanted to go to the other side, but Song Xuan was one step faster than him.

Song Xuan put his right foot between his feet and bent his knee slightly, trapping him against the wall.

Song Xuan lowered his eyes, staring at Wen Qing's flushed cheeks, his clear and shining eyes, his eyes flashed with anger, and his whole person was extraordinarily alive.

He stared at the soft and rosy lips, perhaps because he was very angry, his lips were slightly open, and his snow-white teeth were faintly visible.

Song Xuan couldn't help licking his lips.

Wen Qing didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't like being trapped here by Song Xuan.

Wen Qing bent his fingers, raised his hand and slapped it hard on Song Xuan's face.

"Snapped"

"I told you not to move your hands and feet!"

Song Xuan stared at his lips and asked again, "Can you move your mouth?"

Wen Qing slapped her backhand again.

Song Xuan didn't hide, let Wen Qing hit him, and grabbed Wen Qing's hand the moment he dropped his hand.

Wen Qing slapped these two down, the palms were painful and numb, and there was no strength.

Afraid that Song Xuan would see that he was pretending, he pursed his lips, and instead of struggling, he said to Song Xuan, "Release."

Song Xuan not only didn't let go, but lowered his head and leaned towards Wen Qing's finger, biting his fingertips gently.

Wen Qing's eyes widened: "you, you bite me?"

are you crazy!

Song Xuan half-closed his eyes and said slowly, "Dogs will bite people."

Wen Qing was stunned and looked at him in disbelief.

What does this mean?

Is Song Xuan going to be his dog?

Are high school students playing so much now?

Or some weird big brother little brother ceremony?

…………

After a long time, Wen Qing blushed: "Bad dogs bite people!"

Song Xuan's eyes moved slightly, he stuck out his tongue, and licked Wen Qing's fingertips.

Wen Qing was stunned.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside.

There is no door at the washstand at Dezhi High School, just a wall.

Wen Qing was pushed against the wall by Song Xuan at this moment, and she could clearly hear the movement in the corridor.

"Back to the bedroom."

"Let's go, let's go, I haven't finished it yet."

Their conversation was still in his ears, Wen Qing's body froze, and he immediately wanted to withdraw his hand.

Song Xuan didn't move, grabbed his hand, and suddenly grabbed his fingertips.

The tip of his tongue rolled up, wrapping his soft fingers.

Wen Qing blushed, listening to the footsteps outside, holding her breath and daring to speak.

Song Xuan looked at his increasingly red face, which gradually spread to the base of his ears and neck, probably because his emotions fluctuated too much, and the deer's eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist.

Song Xuan's throat moved slightly, thirsty and dry.

Wen Qing felt that his whole body was steaming hot, and when the corridor was quiet again, he stammered, "No, no licking."

Song Xuan narrowed his eyes: "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

Wen Qing didn't expect Song Xuan to be so perverted, and said with a trembling voice, "It's uncomfortable."

"Go away."

Song Xuan looked at his wet fingertips and said slowly, "Touch me."

"I'll get out of the way."

Wen Qing was a little frightened. Song Xuan's perversion was not like that of Ji's family. It was another kind of perversion that didn't know when or why he would have it, like a mad dog.

He really didn't want to have any more trouble with Song Xuan, raised his wet right hand, and wiped it hard on Song Xuan's face.

Wiping her wet fingers clean, Wen Qing looked at the looming luster on Song Xuan's face, trying her best to stay calm: "Are you alright?"

Song Xuan took a step back.

Wen Qing didn't dare to wash her hands again, for fear of being entangled by Song Xuan again.

He walked towards the classroom without looking back, and before taking two steps, he bumped into Zhang Yang head-on.

Zhang Yang looked at his blushing face and stopped: "What's wrong?"

Wen Qing continued to walk forward and said vaguely, "It's nothing."

Zhang Yang grabbed him and frowned as soon as he touched Wen Qing's hand: "It's so hot? Are you saying it's okay?"

"You don't have a fever, do you?"

Wen Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of Song Xuan approaching from the corner of his eye.

Zhang Yang also noticed Song Xuan and his sullen eyes, staring at the hand he touched Wen Qing.

Zhang Yang immediately released Wen Qing's hand, and soon realized that something was wrong.

Song Xuan's face seemed to be a little red.

Zhang Yang looked at Song Xuan's face, and then at Wen Qing's blushing hands, and figured it out.

He turned around and followed Wen Qing to the classroom, lowered his voice and asked, "Are you training my brother just now?"

Wen Qing was silent for a long time and nodded.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but say a national quintessence: "Fuck you, bullshit, brother."

"Sure enough people live up to their names."

Wen Qing: "..."

He walked into the classroom silently and took his seat.

Soon, there was a slight movement behind him, and Song Xuan sat down.

The two came in one after the other without attracting any attention.

Wen Qing lay on the table and used the cold table to cool down.

Soon, the class bell rang.

Wen slowed down for a while, listened to the continuous rustling, and slowly raised his head.

Fu Ranxiu was handing out the test papers.

Two big words are written on the blackboard——【Reason】

Evening self-study is not reading a book to study, it is an exam.

"150 minutes."

Fu Ranxiu's voice fell, and the whole class started to work on the questions.

Players also have test papers.

Wen Qing pretended to write down the name, turned the pen, and began to look at the students.

Everyone was taking the exam seriously, no cheating by flipping the book, and no chatting.

Wen Qing glanced back, Huang Mao and others were also doing the questions, and even Song Xuan was taking the exam.

Probably sensing his sight, Song Xuan paused and looked up at him.

Wen Qing immediately retracted her gaze and stopped looking at him.

There are three classes in the evening self-study, all of which are used for the comprehensive examination, and there is no break between classes.

Wen Qing asked a few multiple-choice questions at random, and continued to ponder about the advanced tasks.

"There's still half an hour before the end of the exam."

"There are ten minutes before the end of the exam."

"The exam is over."

Fu Ranxiu's voice fell, and everyone put down their pens without any hesitation.

The papers were not uploaded, but Fu Ranxiu came to collect them in person, as if the teacher came to collect the papers during the college entrance examination.

From the first column, and then descending.

Wen Qing and Song Xuan came last.

When he received Wen Qing, Fu Ranxiu glanced at it, and there were large blanks on the paper.

Wen gently handed the paper to him, and his fingertips accidentally touched Fu Ranxiu's palm.

Fu Ranxiu paused and flexed his fingers.

A second before Fu Ranxiu touched her, Wen Qing immediately withdrew her hand.

Fu Ranxiu half-closed his eyes and whispered four words: "Fair trade."

The voice was so soft that only Wen Qing could hear it.

Wen Qing was stunned and wanted to ask Fu Ranxiu what he meant?

Does the touch just now count as touch?

Fu Ranxiu put away the last paper and walked straight to the podium.

He stood on the podium, put down the paper, and said lightly: "A class of students does not have weekends off, and it is strictly forbidden to leave the school."

"School cafeterias and supermarkets will be closed sequentially from Friday evening."

"People in need prepare basic supplies in advance."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, it was normal for high school seniors to stay at school on weekends.

But is it too much to not open canteens and supermarkets?

He looked up, his eyes stopped.

Students, look at me and I look at you, with malice and excitement on their faces.

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat.

Fair trade.

This is Fu Ranxiu's hint.