Hearing the conversation behind him, Wen Qing took a pause, realizing that Oz didn't speak Chinese just now, so Marshmallow's uncle couldn't understand.

When in the human world and in the copy, no matter what language they speak, it will not affect communication.

But he is clearly back...

How could he still understand what Oz was saying?

Wen frowned slightly and looked up at Oz.

The cotton candy was soft and fluffy, much bigger than Oz's face, Wen Qing could only see the cotton candy, but couldn't see Oz's face.

He took a step to the side, only to see Oz's expression.

Ozzy lowered his eyes and stared at the marshmallow in his hand. He frowned slightly, and slowly took the marshmallow closer, and then slowly took it away. He didn't seem to like eating marshmallows very much.

Aware of Wen Qing's gaze, Oz lifted his eyelids and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Wen Qing looked at the shape of his mouth when he spoke, it was indeed not Chinese.

"No, you eat it yourself."

Oz pursed his lips: "It's too sweet."

Wen Qing snorted and said to him, "This is sugar."

Ozzy looked down at the marshmallow in his hand and took a hesitant bite. The sweet taste of candy filled his mouth, and his brows became even tighter.

Wen Qing glanced at Ji Junfeng and Bai Tong who were beside him. Ji Junfeng licked and took a bite from time to time, eating happily.

Bai Tong was biting the marshmallow unhurriedly, with a normal expression.

Only Ozzy's face was getting more and more stinky.

Oz also noticed the appearance of Ji Junfeng and Bai Tong, and sneered: "It can really pretend."

Wen Qing said slowly, "If you don't like it, just throw it away."

"I like it." Bai Tong said.

He bit the sugar slowly, although it was a little greasy, but not so hard to swallow.

"You bought it."

Wen Qing took the initiative to buy it for him.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled and she pursed her lips.

Oz sneered and stared at the huge marshmallow for two seconds.

With a mouthful of candy, he sullenly threw the small wooden stick into the trash can.

A passing aunt caught a glimpse of his stinky face, and her pace quickened a lot.

Oz turned his head to Wen Qing and said, "I'm done eating."

Wen Qing snorted.

Oz glanced at Baitong and Ji Junfeng, with a little pride on his face: "I was the first to finish eating."

Wen Qing: "..."

Seeing that there was no response from Wen Qing, Oz said again, "I want to drink water."

Wen Qing took out her mobile phone in silence, and after seeing the young clerk in the convenience store, she paused and put it back on her mobile phone.

He took out five dollars in cash from his pocket and handed it to Ozzy: "Buy it yourself."

Oz took the cash, walked into the convenience store, took a bottle of mineral water, and walked directly to the cashier.

The clerk looked at his appearance, stunned for a moment, raised his hand and said, "two."

Oz handed him the cash and asked, "Can I borrow the sink?"

The clerk didn't understand, so he found three yuan of change and said dryly, "give you three."

Oz put away the cash, went straight to the sink behind the counter, and turned on the faucet to wash his hands.

It was only now that the clerk realized what he was asking, and without waiting for Oz to speak, he said, "you are wele."

Standing at the door of the convenience store, Wen Qing watched Oz finish drinking half a bottle of mineral water in one breath, and said, "Do you speak English?"

"Mother tongue," Oz paused and turned to look at him, "I just spoke English?"

"I don't know," Wen Qing shook his head, "I can't tell."

"Don't you know it yourself?"

Oz said calmly: "English is my native language, but I am proficient in six languages, and my brain will automatically switch languages."

He didn't realize the language problem just now.

What Wen Qing cared about was not how many languages ​​Oz knew.

He asked straight to the point: "Why do you keep speaking Chinese to me?"

"Didn't I come back already?"

Oz lowered his eyes, looked into his puzzled eyes, and said slowly, "Because you are Wen Qing."

Wen Qing was even more confused: "What do you mean?"

Ozzy pursed his lips and said softly, "Just think that I want you to understand."

Wen Qing has captured the key information, right?

Ozzy was just a player, and since he didn't have any props, he couldn't make himself understand what he said.

Those who can do this, in addition to the main system, should torture them.

But Ozzy doesn't look like it has anything to do with the torture...

Suddenly, Bai Tong asked, "How far is it from Nancheng University?"

Wen Qing regained her senses and glanced at the surrounding environment: "It would take about twenty minutes to walk."

"Are you really going?"

The three nodded in unison.

Wen Qing had to take them to school.

Because he was walking there, Wen Qing took a shortcut and passed through the leisure park in the university town.

After ten o'clock in the evening, close to the access control time of each school, there are not many students in the park.

Seeing that they were about to leave the park, suddenly two girls walked up to them.

"classmate……"

Wen light footsteps.

One of the short-haired girls had reddened cheeks, stared at Oz, and said slowly in English, "Classmate, can you add a WeChat?"

Oz said, "I can speak Chinese."

After speaking, he glanced at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing: "..."

Listening to Oz's eloquent Chinese, the short-haired girl's cheeks turned even redder: "Okay."

She asked again in Chinese: "Can you add a WeChat?"

"I don't have WeChat," Oz said coldly.

The short-haired girl's expression remained unchanged, and she seemed to be prepared for this, and continued to ask, "Can you add a mobile phone number?"

Oz spit out two words: "No."

"Even if there is, I won't give it to you."

The short-haired girl was stunned.

Oz said coldly, "I have a boyfriend."

Wen Qing: "..."

He took a step back silently, praying for the short-haired girl to leave quickly.

The short-haired girl didn't give up and asked, "Really?"

"Do you only like men? Or is it all right?"

Oz frowned: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his arms around Wen Qing, who was stepping back, and said to the short-haired girl, "I only like him."

The short-haired girl looked at Wen Qing's delicate and beautiful face and squeezed out a smile: "Yes, I'm sorry."

"It's good to know," Oz said lightly, not saving her face at all.

Seeing another girl with long curly hair staring at Bai Tong, Oz frowned: "Don't look at it."

"We are all his boyfriends."

Short-haired girl: "???"

Wen Qing: "..."

The short-haired girl pulled her friend away in a trance.

Watching them leave, Wen gently pushed Oz's arm away and said blankly, "Don't talk nonsense any more."

Oz: "I didn't."

Wen Qing: "...you're not my boyfriend."

Oz nodded and said casually, "It will be later."

Wen Qing: "..."

He glanced at the time and couldn't help but ask, "Don't you only have ten hours left?"

Oz responded: "So what?"

Wen Qing's face was puzzled: "Then what's next?"

Ozzy closed his eyes halfway without explaining.

Wen Qing faintly sensed something was wrong and wanted to ask further.

The next second, his sleeve was pulled.

Wen Qing tilted her head, only to see Ji Junfeng raising his hand, and his fair and slender fingers were stained with a little glittering sugar stains.

"I want to wash my hands, wash my face."

"Is there a place to wash hands?" Ji Junfeng pointed to the koi pond in the park.

Wen Qing was silent for a moment: "No, I'll take you to the bathroom."

The restrooms are near the entrance and exit of the leisure park, right in front.

The bathroom is clean and tidy, with aromatherapy, the smell is not unpleasant.

Wen Qing took Ji Junfeng to the washstand and took the half marshmallow in his hand.

He glanced around and saw that the doors of the compartments were open and no one was there, so he explained to Ji Junfeng: "This is an induction faucet."

"When you put your hand over it, water will automatically come out."

Ji Junfeng tried to reach out, and as soon as he approached the faucet, the water came out automatically.

His eyes lit up, he moved his hand away, and the water stopped quickly.

Looking at his expression, Wen Qing had an inexplicable illusion that he was bringing a baby.

He sighed inwardly and looked down at the cotton candy.

The marshmallow had melted, and the sugar water slid down the small wooden stick. After Wen Qing only held it for a while, her fingertips became sticky.

He asked, "Do you still want to eat marshmallows?"

Ji Junfeng tilted his head, looked at the sugar stains on his fingertips, nodded and said, "Yes."

Wen Qing responded and was about to take the paper for Ji Junfeng. The next second, there was a touch of warmth on his fingertips.

Ji Junfeng grabbed his hand and seriously licked the sugar that melted to his fingertips.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she quickly retracted her hand.

Ji Junfeng licked his lips: "Ask me if I want something to eat."

Wen Qing: "I'm asking if you want candy!"

Ji Junfeng looked at his wet fingertips, which glowed brightly in the dim yellow light.

I licked it out myself.

Ji Junfeng's throat moved slightly, and he said slowly, "You also have candy in your hand."

"I'd rather eat what you have."

Wen Qing returned the marshmallow to him and washed his hands sideways.

Ji Junfeng looked at his tightly pursed lips and whispered, "You haven't tasted marshmallows yet."

Wen Qing quickly washed and wiped his hands, and said to him, "I don't like to eat."

The voice fell, he was pressed against the wall, and there was a sweet breath on his lips.

Ji Junfeng stabilized his lips, eagerly opened his teeth, and licked the gentle inner wall of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

With the sweet taste of marshmallows on his tongue, Wen Qing was stunned for a second, and then two vines suddenly wrapped tightly around his wrist, making him unable to move.

Ji Junfeng sucked the tip of his tongue, touching the base of his tongue from time to time, taking all his breath.

The vines on his wrist matched the rhythm of Ji Junfeng's kisses, scratching the soft flesh on the inside of his wrist, and an indescribable itch seemed to seep into his body.

Wen Qing was so breathless that she couldn't help but let out a low hum.

Ji Junfeng held his lips and licked every water in his mouth, every bit of sweetness.

Soon, footsteps sounded.

Wen Qing looked over in confusion, only to see Bai Tong walking in.

He stood at the door and watched for two seconds, then strode forward.

Hearing the movement behind him, Ji Junfeng's kiss paused. He reluctantly licked his soft lips, turned his head to look at Bai Tong, and asked, "Are you going to kiss too?"

Bai Tong's eyes inevitably fell on Wen Qing's face, his lips were red and swollen, the tip of his nose was a little pink, and his wet eyes looked at him, as if asking for a kiss.

But he knew that Wen Qing didn't have the will.

Bai Tong suppressed the desire/desire in his heart, untied the vines trapped on Wen Qing's wrist, slowly raised his hand, and wiped away the water stains on Wen Qing's lips.

Wen Qing gradually recovered, he looked at Ji Junfeng, and then at Bai Tong, whose expression was calm and sad.

After a long while, he asked slowly, "What are you hiding from me?"