What good dog?

what master?

What the hell is Song Xuan talking about? !

Wen Qing felt that something was wrong with her whole body.

He was stunned, his mind went blank.

After a long while, Wen Qing regained her senses, and felt Song Xuan's breath spit in his neck, and his fluffy hair rubbed against his neck.

Song Xuan didn't kiss or bite, he just buried himself in his neck and breathed, as if he was sniffing his scent.

Really looks like a big dog.

Like a stinky dog ​​clinging to its owner.

Thinking about it, Wen Qing got goosebumps all over, and he was all twisted by Song Xuan.

Wen Qing pushed Song Xuan's head away.

Song Xuan tilted his head, and his dark brown Danfeng eyes stared straight at him, as if he was longing for something.

Meeting his eyes, Wen Qing's mind was playing Song Xuan's words over and over again.

Good dog, owner...

The cheeks that had finally cooled down turned red again, and Wen Qing's head was buzzing.

Song Xuan lowered his eyes and stared greedily at Wen Qing's face.

Wen Qing's cheeks were crimson, her lips were slightly open, and her lips were still swollen. Under the light, there was a looming luster, as if asking for a kiss.

Song Xuan's throat moved, wanting to kiss.

He spoke again: "Reward."

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, how could there be a reward for a good dog bite?

He couldn't help but say, "Bad dogs are rewarded!"

Song Xuan stared at his open and closed lips, and said, "I'm a bad dog."

Wen Qing, shy and annoyed, scolded: "You, you are crazy!"

If good people don't do it, why do they have to be dogs?

Song Xuan leaned over slowly, supported the gentle back of the chair with both hands, and trapped the person on the chair: "Do you like bad dogs?"

"I don't like it!" Wen Qing couldn't help but raised her voice and said to Song Xuan, "I don't like dogs!"

He raised his hand to push Song Xuan away, but Song Xuan did not move.

Song Xuan even raised his foot between his feet and bent his knees, making him unable to leave the chair.

"you will like it."

Song Xuan licked his lips, suppressed his voice, and said affectionately, "Bad dogs can tell you everything you want to know."

"You want to know what will happen tomorrow?"

"Want to know what Fu Ranxiu did?"

"Still wondering what happened to the first class?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, she bent her fingers, resisted the urge to hit Song Xuan, and listened to him continue.

He did want to know these things.

Song Xuan's gaze slowly descended from Wen Qingli's brows, to his lips and collarbone... He wanted to peep at the pink under his clothes, and wanted to...

He exhaled hot breath and whispered to Wen Qing, "Bad dogs can still do things for you."

"You can kiss you, lick you, fuck you, make you cry, and be cool"

"Snapped"

Wen Qing blushed, pulled Song Xuan's collar down, and slapped her backhand again.

"Snapped"

These two slaps hit hard, and the sound seemed to echo in the bedroom.

Wen Qing's palm was numb, and her right hand was sore and hot.

He stared at Song Xuan, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Song Xuan looked at his wet red eyes and listened to his slightly trembling voice, his breath became two points heavier.

Wen Qing grabbed his collar: "Do you know?"

Song Xuan lowered his eyes and said dumbly, "I see."

Dare next time.

Wen easily opened his hand and kicked him: "Go away!"

Song Xuan groaned.

Suddenly, a clear hiccup sounded outside the door.

It's not the sound insulation of being full, but the kind of sound that is frightened and accidentally made.

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, then thought that Huang Mao was still waiting outside the door.

I don't know how many people have heard the conversation just now.

Wen Qing was so angry that he kicked Song Xuan again.

Song Xuan straightened his body and said to Huang Mao outside the door, "You can get out."

"Come here tomorrow morning with something."

"Okay, okay, I, I'll leave right away." Huang Mao stammered in response.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, and it sounded like they were running away in a hurry.

Song Xuan looked at Wen Qing with dark eyes: "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Wen Qing was stunned, first because Song Xuan was willing to show him, and second because he wondered why he wanted to see it tomorrow morning.

Seeing his doubts, Song Xuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, the hostility between his brows faded, and another kind of hope appeared: "There is not enough time."

Wen Qing was even more at a loss, what time?

Song Xuan did not explain, but just stood up straight so that Wen Qing could see clearly.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, kicked Song Xuan away from the dryness, and climbed directly onto her bed.

Song Xuan didn't stop him, he sat on the warm chair, lifted his eyelids, looked at his thin white ankles, his eyes darkened.

Wen Qing climbed onto the bed, got into the quilt, and wrapped herself tightly.

Just as he was about to lie down, he was still a little worried, and turned his head to look at Song Xuan.

He tilted his head, just in time to meet Song Xuan's deep eyes.

Wen Qing looked at him sitting in his chair, watched his movements, and couldn't help shouting, "Song Xuan!"

"Go away!"

"It's dirty!"

Song Xuan narrowed his eyes, not angry but happy, looking up at him, his voice suppressed: "Call me again."

call you head!

Wen Qing was so angry that he wanted to hit him, but there was nothing at hand, and the only pillow was still on Song Xuan's bed.

He closed his eyes and had no choice but to get into the quilt, out of sight and out of mind.

Wen Qing pulled the quilt to the top of his head, not even a single hair was exposed.

When the lights went out and the bell rang, Fu Ranxiu didn't come out of the bathroom, and Song Xuan didn't go to bed.

Only Wen Qing was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, always feeling that something was panicking.

When he touched his pocket, it was Song Xuan's phone.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she muted immediately.

It's all to blame Song Xuan for causing him to forget even the serious things.

Wen Qing hurriedly clicked on the phone address book. Except for the phone numbers of the bodyguards No. 1 and No. 2, which belonged to Ji Sheng, many other numbers only had a surname.

He clenched his phone tightly and asked 001 tentatively: [System, do you remember Xing Ze's phone number? 】

001 made no sound.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, he didn't expect much from 001 telling him his phone number.

Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu were both in the dormitory. He didn't dare to make a phone call, so he tried to search Xingzai. There was no search record. He only saw a few news and some criminal police officers, so he could not determine whether it was Xingzai.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and searched the first class of Dezhi High School again.

No bad news, just compliments.

Couldn't find anything online, Wen Qing had to put away her phone and figure out the advanced tasks by herself.

Fu Ranxiu is good, even if he does the first class, he is a really good person.

So the real bad guy might be the mysterious power of this weird copy.

Season sound...

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she felt more and more that this copy was related to Ji Yu.

Ji Yu likes to play with humans, shouldn't Fu Ranxiu be deceived?

After thinking about it for a while, Wen Qing heard the sound of the bathroom opening.

Fu Ranxiu came out.

Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then quietly lifted a corner of the quilt and looked outside.

The lights in the dormitory haven't been turned off yet, Fu Ranxiu wearing glasses, came out damp, his brows and eyes were indifferent, and he seemed to be back to normal.

He took two steps and glanced at Song Xuan who was sitting on the chair.

Song Xuan wiped his hands and got up lazily.

The two looked at each other and didn't speak, but there was a strange atmosphere in the air.

Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan's head, and then at Fu Ranxiu, thinking of Song Xuan's familiarity with Fu Ranxiu, plus the words just now...

Song Xuan must know something.

Anyway, the cooldown time for "No Color" is approaching.

Wen Qing made a comparison, and still felt that it was more cost-effective to beat Song Xuan and ask questions.

………………

the next morning

As soon as the wake-up bell rang, Wen Qing woke up.

He immediately got up to wash, and when he walked out of the bathroom, he happened to bump into Huang Mao and a few other younger brothers who came in with a schoolbag.

Huang Mao walked to Song Xuan's bedside and shouted cautiously, "Song, Brother Song, here we are."

Song Xuan lifted the quilt and crawled out of bed lazily.

He was wearing only a pair of shorts and nothing else, and his wheat-colored muscles were particularly dazzling in the light.

Wen Qing's cheeks were hot, and she quickly looked away.

Huang Mao put the schoolbag on the table, and was about to open it, when suddenly another younger brother stepped forward to stop him: "Brother Huang, and this transfer student—"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Mao slapped him on the head: "What transfer student!"

"This is your fierce brother."

Wen Qing: "..."

The other little brothers were stunned.

Huang Mao said immediately: "Hurry up and call someone!"

The younger brothers were stunned for a moment, looked at Huang Mao, then at Song Xuan, and shouted in unison, "Brother Meng!"

Wen Qing: "..."

Listening to the shouts of the younger brothers, Wen Qing couldn't help but glance at Song Xuan.

He treats Song Xuan as his younger brother, but Song Xuan actually wants to be his dog?