"Of course not!"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she moved nervously to the other side of the chair.

He pinched his palms and said dryly, "You should go to bed when you are full."

Oz looked at his panicked appearance, and his brows gradually relaxed.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes couldn't help falling on his open and closed lips.

Wen Qing's lips are full and three-dimensional, and the corners of the lips are naturally smiling, slightly raised, because they have just eaten the noodle soup, the lips are extraordinarily bright red, and the lips are slightly convex, as if they had been kissed.

He hasn't started kissing yet.

Oz stared at the soft lips, his throat rolling up and down.

Even if Wen Qing didn't raise her eyes, she could feel Oz's gaze falling on her face.

He was even more nervous, and stammered and added: "Eat, eat and exercise, it's not good for your health."

Oz chuckled lightly, raised his hand and pressed it on the back of Wen Qing's chair, trapping the person in the chair.

He slowly lowered his head, leaned in front of Wen Qing, and asked, "If you don't do it, kiss me."

Compared with the other request, kissing is simply a sub-question.

Wen Qing tilted her head, quickly pecked Ozzy's face, and asked in a low voice, "Is it alright?"

Oz chuckled lightly, with a little smile in his eyes:

"Baby, this is not a kiss."

"that's."

The voice fell to the ground, and there was a warm breath on Wen Qing's lips.

Ozzy licked his lips, and the hands that were originally on the chair were placed on his shoulders.

The warmth of his palm seeped into his skin through his clothes, Wen Qing's body trembled, and he was forced to raise his head to bear Oz's kiss.

Ozzy's kiss was rough, licking his lips, biting gently, biting like a dog.

Wen Qing opened his mouth, feeling like he was about to be eaten into his stomach.

He murmured unconsciously, and then he felt a more rude kiss.

Ozzy pried open his teeth almost urgently, licking every part of his mouth, wrapping the tip of his tongue against the base of his tongue.

Wen Qing's brain was a little clouded by the kiss, his mouth was sore and painful, and there was an indescribable comfort, the numbness spread down his spine to all his limbs, even if Oz didn't hold him, he was almost exhausted.

He couldn't help snorting a few times, curled his fingers, and tugged at Ozzy's sleeve.

Listening to his soft humming, Oz looked straight at Wen Qing's wet red misty eyes, and the movement between his lips and teeth paused slightly.

Wen Qing looked at him with tears in her eyes, her eyes were full of confusion, as if she was asking how to stop?

Why don't you kiss?

Ozzy's breath stagnated, pressing his shoulder, tickling his soft tongue vigorously.

The sound of sticky lips and teeth echoed in the living room.

Wen Qing was so dazed by the kiss that she didn't react until the kiss ended.

He leaned feebly on Oz's arm, breathing heavily.

Oz looked at the red and wet lips, lowered his head, licked the water stains from his lips, and said hoarsely, "This is called a kiss."

Ozzy bent his knees, leaned against the chair, and leaned closer.

Wen Qing could even feel the heat coming from his face, and his body was dry and hot.

He said in a trembling voice, "You, you say kiss it."

Oz responded and looked at his slender neck, his fair skin dyed red from the kiss just now.

He couldn't help lowering his head and licking it.

The low hoarse voice was right next to his ears, and Wen Qing's ears were even more red. He had little strength in his hands and feet, but the feeling of his body seemed to have increased several times, and Oz's licking became extraordinarily clear.

He said stiffly, "I-I haven't showered for several days."

Ozzy bit his earlobe lightly: "Want to take a bath?"

Wen Qing opened his mouth and wanted to nod, but he didn't dare.

For fear that after he said he wanted to take a bath, Oz said he wanted to take a bath together or something.

However, Oz's question just wasn't for his answer at all. Before Wen Qing could think of what to say, she was picked up by Oz and walked straight to the bedroom beside him.

Oz carried him into the bathroom, which was huge, with a bathtub in the middle.

"You can take a bath."

Oz let go of his hand and let Wen Qing stand on the ground.

He turned to the closet, took out clothes and towels, and handed them to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing held the clothes towel and looked up at Oz.

Oz didn't go into the bathroom again, but stood at the door and looked at him quietly: "Want me to wash you?"

"Don't!" Wen Qing immediately closed the door and locked it.

Oz stood outside the door and said casually, "If I really wanted to do something"

"You're still being fucked in bed."

Wen Qing's cheeks flushed, and she put her clothes and towel aside, and after a while, she turned on the faucet and started taking a bath.

He didn't dare to take a bath, so he hurriedly took a shower and changed his clothes.

After putting on the clothes, Wen Qing realized that something was wrong.

Oz only gave him a shirt and panties, not pants at all.

And this top...

Wen Qing lowered her head and looked at the unusually wide shirt, even if the buttons were tied to the neckline, it was still loose and showed her shoulders.

This is obviously Oz's clothes.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and turned to look at the clothes she had changed.

He took a shower in a hurry just now, and he didn't notice that his clothes were wet with water.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing walked to the door and listened to the movement outside.

There was no sound, and Oz didn't seem to be there.

Wen Qing cautiously opened a crack in the door and looked out.

Seeing that there was no one in the bedroom, he took a deep breath and ran to the closet quickly.

Wen Qing opened the closet door and looked stunned.

empty?

? ? ?

Not to mention pants, not even a piece of fabric.

But Oz obviously took it out from the closet just now.

He was completely unaware that Oz was standing in the blind spot of his vision, leaning against the wall, staring at his back.

Oz looked at him wearing his clothes, his eyes darkening.

This shirt is a bit long for Wen Qing, like a miniskirt, barely covering the important parts, showing Wen Qing's delicate and delicate legs.

Probably because he had just taken a shower, he had a little pink all over his body, and his ankles were slightly pink, like a delicate doll.

Suitable for keeping at home, stuck in bed.

It was only then that Wen Qing realized something was wrong. He turned around and met Oz's green eyes.

Very familiar look.

Wen Qing stepped back nervously, and couldn't help pulling her clothes down: "You didn't give me pants."

Oz raised his eyebrows and said without changing his face, "I only have one pair of pants."

Wen Qing: ""

Ghosts don't believe it!

Only then did Wen Qing determine that Oz did not give him pants on purpose.

Oz took a step forward and raised his hand to untie the belt: "I'll put mine on for you."

Wen Qing said immediately, "No need!"

"I'll just wear the original one."

He took a step forward, and the next second, he saw Oz tilt his head and look at the clothes he had changed in the bathroom.

Oz waved his hand casually, and the pile of clothes disappeared from Wen Qing's field of vision.

Wen Wei was slightly startled, it was space.

The reason why the closet was empty should be that it was taken into the space by Oz just now.

Oz didn't give any explanation. Looking at his legs, there was no longer a bloodthirsty impulse in his heart, but another impulse arose.

"It's getting late, go to bed."

Wen Qing's body froze, for fear that Oz said he wanted to sleep together. The next second, he heard Oz say, "I sleep next door."

After saying that, Oz turned around and left, his pace quickening.

Wen Qing quickly closed the door and locked it, then ran to the bed, retracted into the quilt, and wrapped herself tightly.

After scolding Oz a hundred times in his heart, he exhaled and glanced out the window.

The sky is still bright.

Wen Qing looked in the direction from which she had run before, and the figure of the pink-black pig had disappeared.

I don't know if it ran or was solved by the players.

Wen Qing glanced at the system panel in the air.

【The third day】

[Players: 4020. 】

Much less, Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked away.

He recalled his own reaction after the start of the game on the third day. After thinking about it, he felt that nothing had changed.

Worrying that he was a fan of his own authority and that he could not perceive his own problems, Wen Qing shouted 001: [001. 】

001: [Hmm. 】

Wen Qing asked it tentatively: [Do you think I have changed today? 】

001 hummed: [Yes. 】

Wen Qing was stunned, and quickly asked: [What changes? 】

001: [You are wearing other men's clothes. 】

[Not wearing pants yet. 】

Wen Qing: […]