Hearing Song Xuan's words, Wen Qing's eyes darkened.

He knows it!

Wen Qing wanted to break free from Song Xuan's embrace, but Song Xuan's arms were tightly around his waist, not only did not loosen at all, but instead lifted him up.

Wen Qing's whole body was in a suspended state, and the only fulcrum of her body was Song Xuan's body.

He felt that his waist was about to break, stepped on Song Xuan's instep, and shouted, "Song, Song Xuan..."

"Yeah." Song Xuan replied.

Wen Qing felt the hot breath blowing on the back of his neck, and drilled down the collar.

Sensing that Song Xuan's body temperature was rising, Wen Qing didn't dare to move, and stammered with a stiff body, "You, you put me down..."

Song Xuan lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Qing's profile.

His eyelashes trembled, biting his lip nervously, looking flustered and scared.

Song Xuan's heart sank, what Fu Ranxiu said was true.

"You, you let me down, it hurts," Wen Qing said again in a low voice.

"it is good."

Song Xuan responded with a sound, let go of his hand, and the moment Wen Qing landed, he kicked the chair next to him.

The chair fell to the ground, blocking half the way.

Wen Qing froze in place, the bedroom door was on his left, but there was a chair halfway down the road, and Song Xuan stood beside the chair, blocking the way.

On the right is Fu Ranxiu and the balcony, let alone running.

Being blocked in the bedroom, Wen Qing pursed her lips, took a step back nervously, her back was tightly pressed against the desk, and she barely felt a sense of security.

Song Xuan leaned on his side, his toes pressed against the chair, and straight to the point, he asked Fu Ranxiu, "What's going on?"

Fu Ranxiu lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Qing's hand, and said calmly, "Didn't you realize something was wrong long ago?"

Song Xuan looked at him blankly, without saying a word.

This first class is a class built by the school to recruit top students across the city in order to restore its reputation.

It stands to reason that it should be very strict, but for the past three years, transfer students have been frequently transferring in and out.

All the teachers and students in the school were accustomed to this, as if they were hypnotized.

These transfer students seem to be just here to listen, but they don't study.

Every transfer student is weird, most of them get scared when they don't do anything, like they know something bad is going to happen.

And everyone is looking for something, as if they have the same purpose, to explore the secrets of a group.

Song Xuan had the desire to investigate those people after they left the first class, but every time he was planned by other things, or there was a new transfer student, the investigation would not come to an end.

Now it seems

Song Xuan lifted his eyelids and looked straight at Wen Qing.

No one spoke again, and the bedroom was extraordinarily quiet.

Quiet enough that Wen Qing could hear his nervous breathing and accelerated heartbeat, he pursed his lips, raised his eyes cautiously, and met Song Xuan's solemn gaze.

Like a wild beast staring at its prey, as if it was about to eat a man, staring at him tightly, without looking away.

Wen Qing flexed his fingers, his fingertips trembled, not knowing how much Song Xuan wanted to understand.

He was about to ask the system when suddenly, Song Xuan took a step forward.

Wen Qing's heart tightened, and Song Xuan slowly raised his hand and touched his face.

The movement is very gentle, and the fingertips are gently rubbed.

Wen Qing is even more nervous, Song Xuan is not a gentle person

He opened his mouth to speak, Song Xuan's thumb slowly moved to his lower lip and pressed down gently.

"Song uh."

As soon as he uttered a word, Song Xuan suddenly kissed him fiercely.

The back of Wen Qing's head was pressed by Song Xuan's palm and forced to bear his kiss.

This time the kiss was rougher than the previous ones.

Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing stubbornly, biting at his pure flesh, rudely thrust it into his mouth, wrapped around the tip of his tongue, and licked it hard.

Wen Qing's tongue hurt, her eyes were red, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

He reached out to push Song Xuan away, but just as he raised his hand, his fingers were suddenly clasped.

"Well……"

Wen Qing was forced to open her mouth, her brain gradually lacked oxygen, and her body gradually became weak.

The back of his hand was itchy and numb, and someone was touching his hand.

Fu Ranxiu clasped his hand, lightly rubbed the back of his hand with his fingertips, stroked his fingers along the texture, and gently pinched the palm of his hand.

He lifted his eyelids and watched Wen Qing's lips squeezed and deformed, turning bright red and moist, tears dripped down his cheeks to his lips, and were licked away by Song Xuan.

Fu Ranxiu's throat tightened, recalling the touch of Wen Qing's lips.

Very soft and tender.

Very nice.

Seeing Fu Ranxiu's actions, Song Xuan squinted his eyes, and then slapped his soft lips again, and stopped kissing.

He licked the water stain from his lips and bit his warm cheek punitively.

"Ah..." Wen Qing couldn't help but cried out, and the tears flowed even more fiercely.

Song Xuan licked the tears from his cheeks, and then licked the shallow tooth marks on his cheeks.

Wen Qing's face was too tender, and a slight bite left a mark.

Song Xuan glanced at Fu Ranxiu's hand, licked his own mark, and resisted the urge to break them apart.

Wen Qing panted, not daring to do anything to Song Xuan.

The props can only be used by one person, and there is also Fu Ranxiu.

He was afraid that Song Xuan would go crazy after he avoided, so he could only let Song Xuan's breath spit on his face and lick him like a big sticky dog.

Wen Qing blinked away the tears in his eyes, his vision became clear, and then he noticed that it was not Song Xuan who was holding his hand, but Fu Ranxiu.

His eyes widened, his body stiff, and he quickly retracted his hand.

Fu Ranxiu didn't hold him firmly, he let go and rubbed his fingertips.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and caught a glimpse of the angel sculpture on the table behind her.

He paused with his fingertips and glanced at Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu calmly.

Fu Ranxiu closed his eyes halfway, as if he was thinking about something.

Song Xuan stared at his face, not paying attention to his hands.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, picked up the angel sculpture on the table at a speed that could not cover her ears, and smashed it to the ground.

"boom"

With a loud bang, the angel sculpture was safe and sound.

A small hole was smashed into the ground.

Wen Qing's pupils shrank.

Can't break it? !

Song Xuan leaned over to pick up the sculpture, sneered, and said to Fu Ranxiu, "No wonder you didn't stop me just now."

He casually threw the sculpture back to Fu Ranxiu, turned sideways, leaned into Wen Qing's ear, and whispered, "You're not good."

Wen Qing's body trembled,

Song Xuan glanced at Fu Ranxiu and said, "Look at him, I'll go get something from Huang Mao."

take what?

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped wildly, Song Xuan didn't give him a chance to speak, he turned and left the dormitory.

Soon, the door of the next bedroom rang.

Wen Qing tentatively took a step towards the door.

Fu Ranxiu looked at him and said lightly, "You can try."

Wen Qing did not dare to move.

He pinched his palms, looked at Fu Ranxiu, and stammered, "You, the deal you said before counts?"

Fu Ranxiu put his hands together: "Of course."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and said nervously, "Then you, you kissed me and touched my hand in the toilet last time..."

Fu Ranxiu stared at him with dark eyes, and said lightly, "The last transaction is over."

"You've got the information you want."

Wen Qing was stunned, Fu Ranxiu knew that he used props.

The sound of footsteps outside the door sounded, and Song Xuan came back.

There is also a pair of handcuffs in his hand, which looks a little different from ordinary handcuffs.

Wen Qing took two steps back: "You, you..."

Song Xuan walked directly in front of him, raised his jaw slightly, and said with heavy eyebrows: "Reach out your hand."

Wen lightly backed his hands.

Song Xuan narrowed his eyes: "I might hurt you with my hands."

Wen lightly twitched his eyelashes and slowly reached out.

Song Xuan clasped his right hand, and the other handcuffed to the escalator between the bed and the table, and said in a low voice, "I'll release it for you when it's settled."

Wen Qing hurriedly asked, "What's the solution?"

Song Xuan took out a small remote control and adjusted the tightness of the handcuffs.

He didn't answer, but instead asked, "What do you think?"

Wen Qing looked at him and flexed his fingers.

Don't let him go?

Song Xuan took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Huang Mao's voice sounded on the other end of the phone: "Hello, Brother Song?"

Song Xuan said, "Stop Jiang Yan, he will come—"

Before he finished speaking, the phone screen went black.

out of battery.

Wen Qing just breathed a sigh of relief, only to see Song Xuan put down his phone, put his hand in his pocket, and took out his hidden phone.

Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan in disbelief: "You, did you let me take the phone on purpose?"

"No." Song Xuan opened his cell phone and called Huang Mao again.

He left it by accident, but deliberately didn't ask for it before the game started.

Soon, the call was connected.

Huang Mao bluffed and asked, "Brother Song, what happened just now?"

"Why did it suddenly stop?"

"No power," Song Xuan explained and repeated what he just said, "Stop Jiang Yan."

"He will definitely come to the bedroom."

Huang Mao on the other end of the phone was stunned for a while, and then replied: "Okay, okay, then let's go to the dormitory area and squat."

Wen Qing frowned and shouted, "Song Xuan!"

"you"

Song Xuan raised his eyes to look at him, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry, Jiang Yan is not some weak girl."

Wen Qing still wanted to speak, but suddenly, Huang Mao's resounding voice sounded on the other end of the phone: "Brother Meng!"

Immediately after that, the other younger brothers shouted one after another: "Hello, Brother Meng!"

"Hello, brother!"

Wen Qing: ""

Song Xuan hung up the phone expressionlessly, and was about to put down the phone when a call from an unfamiliar number suddenly popped up on the phone interface.

It is the number of the city.

He picked up the phone and said coldly, "Who?"

"Hello." A calm male voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

"Excuse me, are you looking for Xing Cai?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Wen Qing suddenly raised her head.

"Xing Ze?" Song Xuan frowned, "You made a mistake."

A second before he hung up the phone, Wen Qing shouted loudly, "Song Xuan!"

Song Xuan paused, did not hang up the phone, and tilted his head.

Wen Qing stared at the phone and said loudly, "I, my hand hurts"

Song Xuan thought he was in severe pain, so he hung up the phone and adjusted the tightness of the handcuffs.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, thinking about the phone call just now.

He could hear it clearly, it was Xing Zai's voice.

The world has options.

If it was the Xing Zai he knew, he should be able to recognize his own voice...

"What about now?" Song Xuan asked.

Wen Qing answered vaguely.

Song Xuan lowered his eyes and stroked his thin white wrist, and asked Fu Ranxiu directly, "How can I stay?"

"I don't know," Fu Ranxiu lifted his eyelids, looked at Wen Qing's hand, and said calmly, "He likes fair deals."

Song Xuan looked at Fu Ranxiu gloomily.

He knew what Fu Ranxiu wanted.

After a long time, Song Xuan retracted his gaze, leaned into Wen Qing's ear, and said slowly:

"I don't mind you having an extra dog."

If that's the price to keep you.