Seeing Fu Ranxiu looking like this, Wen Qing turned pale with fright.

He didn't expect that he was still thinking about his hand at this time.

Wen Qing nervously hid her hands behind her back, pinched her palms, and stammered, "Then, can that one get me a towel?"

Fu Ranxiu lifted his eyelids and looked straight at Wen Qing.

His pupils were pitch black and bottomless, and when he was stared at, he felt like he was being stared at by a snake.

Wen Qing's back was chilled, and she twitched the corners of her mouth with difficulty: "Thank, thank you..."

The hand behind him quietly touched the doorknob, ready to run out while Fu Ranxiu wasn't paying attention.

Fu Ranxiu stood in front of him, stared at him for a moment, slowly raised his hand, and loosened his cuffs: "Okay."

Wen Qing stared at his movements closely, watching Fu Ranxiu unbutton his cuffs, revealing his smooth arm muscles, and then unbuttoning his neckline.

Wen Qing didn't dare to think about what he was going to do with these actions, and waited patiently for a while. The moment Fu Ranxiu turned his head, he quickly turned the doorknob and raised his feet to run out.

As soon as the door was opened, before his toes landed, a hand was placed on the back of his hand.

Fu Ranxiu's low hoarse voice sounded in his ears: "Don't you want a towel?"

"Run what?"

It was probably because Fu Ranxiu's body temperature was very high just after taking a shower, and the heat was lingering around him.

Wen Qing didn't feel warm at all, so she couldn't help but shudder.

Only five minutes.

He'll do it for five minutes.

Wen Qing stumbled and said, "I-I still have something to do..."

Fu Ranxiu let out a low laugh, rubbing his fingertips on his delicate skin, rubbing his wrists, and holding them tightly.

Wen Qing struggled hard, but Fu Ranxiu had a lot of strength, and pressed him somewhere on his wrist again. His arm was sore and he lost his strength.

Before he could do anything, he was pulled back to the bathroom.

"Click-" The door closed again.

Fu Ranxiu stood by the door, blocking the only exit.

Wen Qing nervously took two steps back and slammed against the glass door of the shower room.

【System, how many minutes left? 】

001: [Four minutes. 】

Wen Qing's eyes darkened, why was it so long?

He clenched his palms tightly, his brain spinning rapidly, pondering how to delay time.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and he said nervously, "Class, monitor... The deal you said counts, right?"

Fu Ranxiu closed his eyes halfway, looking at Wen Qingqiang's calm expression, he was clearly frightened to death, and was still trying to divert his attention.

Fu Ranxiu took a breath and took a step forward.

He grabbed Wen Qing's right hand behind him, slowly opened his fingers that turned white, and frowned slightly: "I said, don't pinch your hands."

Wen Qing was so frightened that her voice trembled: "Yes, I'm sorry..."

Fu Ranxiu stroked the different shades of crescent moon marks on his palm, slowly grabbed his gentle hand, and placed it against his lips.

He pressed his lips to the side of Wen Qing's hand and said softly, "You're not good."

The breath he exhaled brushed against his palm, hot and itchy.

Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, and the next second, Fu Ranxiu bit his hand.

He didn't bite hard, just held it lightly, the wet tongue rubbed against the soft flesh in his palm, and couldn't help licking it, as if he was teasing the prey beside his mouth.

Wen Qing's body was stiff, and he could clearly feel Fu Ranxiu's canine teeth, and they slowly pressed down, as if they were about to bite.

Wen Qingsheng was afraid that he would bite off a piece of flesh on his hand, and a mist gradually appeared in his eyes: "Fu Ranxiu, you, don't bite me..."

His voice was trembling, with a sticky nasal sound.

Fu Ranxiu licked the gentle and tender hand, and his eyes fell on the tip of his tongue that was looming.

His face was a little pale, and his lips and the tip of his tongue became more and more red, attracting the attention of others.

Fu Ranxiu's throat moved slightly.

Because of the tears, Wen Qing's vision was a little blurred. He didn't notice Fu Ranxiu's gaze. He anxiously asked the system in his heart: [What about now? How many minutes are left? 】

001: [Three minutes. 】

Wen Qing took a deep breath and opened her mouth: "Fu, Fu Ranxiu—um."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Ranxiu took his hand and pressed it against the glass door behind him.

Fu Ranxiu held his gentle upper lip, and the tip of his tongue pressed against the soft lip beads.

His movements were fast and hasty, and before Wen Qing could react, he was stunned by the kiss.

Wen Qing opened her eyes blankly, the water droplets on the glass door seeped into her back through the thin shirt cloth, it was cold and wet.

Fu Ranxiu was still kissing him savagely, like a man dying of thirst, absorbing his water.

Hot and cold, Wen Qing's upper jaw was numb and painful, her eyes were instantly red, tears were swirling in her eyes, and she could only make a slight snort from her nose.

Fu Ranxiu didn't close his eyes. He looked at Wen Qing's wet red eyes up close, admiring the trembling eyelashes that were wet with tears, like a small flying insect wet by rain, which he grabbed in his palm and fiddled with him wantonly.

Thinking about it, his breathing became heavier, and he stared at Wen Qing's gradually blurred eyes with fascination, and watched his white and tender fingertips bend down, as if he wanted to push him away, but there was nothing he could do.

Beautiful hands, beautiful gentleness.

Fu Ranxiu's heart beat faster, his ten fingers clasped Wen Qing's fingers tightly, palms pressed together, feeling Wen Qing's body temperature greedily.

Wen Qing couldn't push Fu Ranxiu away, and his mouth was blocked again, unable to breathe out.

His eyes gradually darkened, and he couldn't breathe. He could only hear the sound of Fu Ranxiu kissing him, making his tears flow down.

Tears flowed down the cheeks to the lips, salty and bitter.

Wen Qing felt Fu Ranxiu's movements a little, he thought five minutes had come, but he didn't expect Fu Ranxiu to kiss more and more fiercely because of his tears.

Not like kissing him, like eating him.

"Well..." Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and her body gradually became weak.

A second before he thought he was about to faint, there was a "bang", and the door to the bathroom was kicked open and slammed heavily on the wall.

Song Xuan stood at the door, watching this scene with a sullen face.

From his point of view, he could clearly see that Wen Qing's lips were slightly swollen from the kiss, and the tip of his tongue was entangled and tangled by Fu Ranxiu's tongue.

Song Xuan pressed his tongue against his cheeks, and for a moment, he seemed to think that he was kissing Wen Qing.

He didn't step forward to interrupt, but looked at Wen Qing's blushing cheeks and asked in a deep voice, "Do you like to find Fu Ranxiu?"

Wen Qing's mind was still stunned, and she couldn't hear Song Xuan's words, so she could only make a kitten-like meow from her throat.

Song Xuan licked his lips and took a step forward.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Fu Ranxiu lowered his eyes and stopped.

Wen Qing leaned against the glass wall and looked at the two people in front of him with tears in his eyes. He opened his mouth and breathed heavily.

The lips were red and swollen, the tip of the nose was also a touch of pink, the redness on the cheeks spread to the auricles and the tips of the ears, tears spread all over the face, glowing with water.

His whole person seemed to be all red, exuding a seductive aura from the inside out.

Fu Ranxiu's eyes were calm, his fingertips rubbed his gentle fingers, and there was a faint sweetness on the tip of his tongue.

Song Xuan rolled his head up and down with his Adam's apple, pushed Fu Ranxiu's hand away, put his hand around Wen Qing's waist, and said hoarsely, "I said, Fu Ranxiu is a pervert."

Wen Qing panted, thinking about crying without tears, you didn't say that he is a kind-hearted pervert!

He wanted to speak, but before he could say the first word, Song Xuan picked him up and put it on the washstand.

Wen Qing's hands and feet were weak and she had no strength, so she could only sit on the washstand vacantly, looking at Song Xuan in front of her, and asked in a trembling voice, "You, you..."

Song Xuan knew what he wanted, took a step forward, raised his hand to cover the soft and gentle hair, pressed it against the tip of his nose, and said dumbly, "It's stained by perverts."

He tilted his head, rubbed the tip of Wen Qing's red nose, slowly opened his lips, and licked the tears from Wen Qing's face.

Wen Qing was stunned, and the next second, Song Xuan's tongue twitched on his cheek and moved to his lips.

Song Xuan was like a big dog, licking his lips with his tongue.

He licked off the water stains on his lips and covered them with new dampness.

Wen Qing felt wrong, and immediately closed her mouth.

Song Xuan snorted softly, opened his teeth skillfully, and wiped Wen Qing's mouth bit by bit, from the upper jaw to the soft tongue, without letting go of any corner.

Wen Qing leaned on Song Xuan's hand to sit reluctantly, his mouth was sore, he could only open his mouth weakly, and was kissed by Song Xuan, a mad dog.

Song Xuan kissed, and Fu Ranxiu watched quietly.

The positions of the two seemed to be reversed in an instant.

Fu Ranxiu's eyes moved slightly, leaning against the glass door without any cover, allowing Wen Qing to see his changes clearly.

After a long time, Song Xuan finished the so-called disinfection.

He rubbed the tip of Wen Qing's nose and sniffed the scent on Wen Qing's body: "It's all my scent now."

Wen Qing panted, his lips seemed to be torn by kisses, and he could only slightly open his lips in pain.

He really had no strength, so he had to say to Song Xuan, "Take me out."

Song Xuan wrapped his arms around his waist and directly carried the person out of the bathroom.

Fu Ranxiu watched quietly, watching Wen Qing being placed on the chair by Song Xuan, closing the bathroom door, closing his eyes, recalling Wen Qing's tender hands and soft lips...

…………

Wen Qing sat on the chair, and after a while, she suddenly heard a knock on the bedroom door.

"Boom thump-"

Huang Mao's trembling voice sounded outside the door: "Song, Song Ge, how are you?"

"Chen Gou is still waiting, the lights will be turned off soon."

"Brother Meng want to go together?"

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, what does this mean... Song Xuan and Huang Mao didn't go downstairs just now?

He opened his eyes wide and looked up at Song Xuan.

Suddenly realized that Song Xuan was doing it on purpose.

Deliberately pretended to leave, deliberately left him and Fu Ranxiu, deliberately let him stay with Fu Ranxiu...

Wen Qing didn't know what to say for a while: "You, you..."

Song Xuan stared at his rosy lips and asked, "Want to see it?"

Wen Qing subconsciously pursed her lips, her lips hurt, and a layer of water mist formed under her eyes: "Yes."

Song Xuan lowered his eyes and asked again, "Reward."

Wen Qing couldn't help but glared at him: "You kissed it just now."

What a reward!

The ends of his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse and wet, not like he was angry, but more like coquettish.

Song Xuan's heart was restless, and he couldn't help but licked his lips again: "It was disinfection just now."

"Not a reward."

Wen Qing raised her arm angrily and slapped him directly: "Did I let you disinfect?!"

Song Xuan was beaten until his right cheek was slightly red.

There was no displeasure on his face, he lowered his eyes, stared at Wen Qing closely, and said seriously, "No."

"I want to disinfect."

Song Xuan took a step forward, lowered his head to Wen Qing's neck, sniffed the sweet fragrance on his body, and said hoarsely, "It's a good dog who wants to disinfect the master."

Wen Qing was stunned.