Wen Qing's heart jumped abruptly, her eyes skipped Song Xuan, and she looked at the few people behind him.

Behind Song Xuan, at the door of the storage room, stood four or five boys.

The hair on their heads was colorful. They were the younger brothers they saw yesterday. They bowed their heads and kicked the chairs on the ground with laughter.

There was a man sitting on the chair, his hands and feet were tied, and his mouth was covered with tape. He couldn't make a sound, let alone escape. He could only hunched over and was kicked and beaten by four people.

"Transfer student." Song Xuan shouted again.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped wildly, she took two steps back, and immediately closed the door.

The fool just passed!

No fool will be beaten up!

Wen Qing quickly locked the door with trembling fingertips and stepped back into the corner.

He pinched his palm and quickly surveyed the small room.

Except for one door, there is only a small exhaust fan leading to the outside world. It is tall and small, and it is impossible to get out with a gentle body.

If you can't run...

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, wanting to see if there was any weapon in hand.

But here, in addition to the school uniforms, there are soft pads.

The most offensive thing was probably his fists.

Wen Qing pursed her lips.

The sound of footsteps outside the door approached.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden door shook.

Song Xuan's angry voice sounded outside the door: "Open the door."

Wen Qing stood farthest from the door, motionless.

"Bang bang bang-"

The wooden door vibrated more and more violently.

The wooden door was very worn and looked very old, as was the lock on it.

Wen Qing looked at the door lock nervously, and watched helplessly as Song Xuan kicked the door, and several cracks appeared on the edge of the door lock.

"click-"

The wooden door was broken.

"boom-"

The whole door was kicked crooked by Song Xuan.

The wooden door slanted slantingly, the door lock dangling from it, and slowly smashed to the ground.

Song Xuan reached out and grabbed the door, pushing it aside.

Every movement of his raised the dust around him, flying all over the air, lingering in front of Wen Qing.

A little dust floated into the eyes through the eyelashes, and Wen Qing's eyes suddenly turned red.

Song Xuan pushed open the door, walked in sideways, and saw Wen Qing standing by the wall.

His eyes were slightly red, and his fair face was stained with a little dust, like a little rabbit running into a dead end, shrinking nervously in the corner.

Song Xuan's footsteps paused slightly, and a flame ignited inexplicably in his heart.

He narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Let you come over."

"Can't you understand?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, not daring to make a sound.

He was a little afraid of Song Xuan, and also of his younger brothers.

The violence outside the door was not stopped by Song Xuan, Wen Qing could clearly hear the sound of fists intersecting, and even heard someone grab something made of steel and drag it against the ground, making a harsh, sharp friction sound.

Wen Qing's face turned pale, and she quickly asked the system in her heart: [The system, can't it be used on multiple people at the same time? 】

001: [No way. 】

Hearing the answer he didn't want, Wen Qing's face turned even paler.

Huang Mao and the others are here, this prop cannot be used on Song Xuan.

Victim halo... He wanted to leave it to Fu Ranxiu.

The one-week cooldown is way too long.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, weighing in her mind whether it was more important to be beaten or to clear the dungeon early.

In Song Xuan's view, this look is just like the frightened little white rabbit.

because of myself.

Because of the violent scene behind him.

Song Xuan stared at Wen Qing's trembling eyelashes.

He thought, it was like a small flying insect that kept quivering, it made one's hands a little itchy, and he wanted to pinch and fiddle with it.

The thought rose, and the little flame in his heart was a little more vigorous.

Song Xuan pressed his tongue against his cheeks and asked, "Transfer student, who asked you to come here?"

Seeing that he didn't want to hit him for the time being, Wen Qing lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Squad leader..."

Hearing these two words, Song Xuan sneered, his eyes moved from Wen Qing's face to his white and tender fingers, and his tone was harsh: "Are you shooting here?"

Wen Qing flexed his fingers and grasped the school uniform in his hand.

He didn't know if Song Xuan's words just now were a problem or a mockery.

His eyelashes trembled and he looked up at Song Xuan.

Looking straight into Wen Qing's beautiful eyes, Song Xuan was stunned for a moment, inexplicably a little unhappy, and then asked, "Did you do it for him with your hands?"

"…"

Wen Qing was now sure that what Song Xuan said just now was a question.

"No," he said slowly, pursing his lips, "the squad leader brought us to get the school uniform."

"There are others."

Song Xuan sneered. He glanced at Wen Qing's thin long sleeves, which were obviously bought from the school supermarket, with a huge and ugly copycat logo printed on it.

"Listen to the monitor's words like this," Song Xuan glanced at the piles of school uniforms on the ground and raised his chin slightly, "Change it."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Song Xuan raised the corner of his mouth: "What? Didn't that fellow Fu Ranxiu tell you to change into school uniforms?"

"Say, say..." Wen Qing replied vaguely, frowning slightly.

With his back against the cold wall, his mind was very clear.

Song Xuan knew that Fu Ranxiu would let them change their school uniforms.

Song Xuan was very upset with Fu Ranxiu inside and out, but he knew him very well...

"Transfer Students."

Song Xuan kicked the school uniforms stacked beside his feet and sneered, "Wait for me to do it?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips and tightened her school uniform with her fingertips.

He only wore one long sleeve today.

Song Xuan obviously wanted him to undress...

If Song Xuan was gay, Wen Qing could guess what Song Xuan was thinking.

But from yesterday's reaction, Song Xuan is not only not gay, but also disgusting to be gay.

Why watch a guy undress?

Changing clothes isn't humiliating for the average straight man, is it?

...

After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing tentatively said to Song Xuan, "I, I'm gay."

Song Xuan's eyes were slightly startled, and he said coldly, "I know."

Wen Qing asked in a low voice, "Then do you want to see me change my clothes?"

Fear of **** men watching **** change clothes?

Are you making yourself sick?

In the next second, Wen Qing knew that she was wrong.

Big mistake.

Song Xuan sneered, and his toes stepped on the girl's school uniform on the ground: "Let you **** wear this."

"Want to be seen by me?"

Wen Qing ignored Song Xuan's foul language, pursed his lips, and glanced at Huang Mao and the others outside the door.

They are still there.

Temporarily cannot use props on Song Xuan.

Wen Qing lowered his head, slowly opened the plastic bag of the women's school uniform, and took out the clothes.

The upper body of both boys and girls is white shirts, but the girls' school uniform shirts have a waistline and are more slim.

Wen Qing picked up her shirt first and put her skirt aside.

He pulled the corner of his clothes and asked Song Xuan in a low voice, "That... can you close the door?"

His voice was low, dragging its tail, Song Xuan was slightly stunned, turned around unconsciously, and erected the slanted door, leaving no gap for Huang Mao and others.

Wen Qing was stunned, he thought that Song Xuan would not close the door, so he had already thought of an excuse.

He is **** and likes to be seen by boys, Song Xuan will shut himself up in disgust.

Wen Qing didn't think about taking the opportunity to escape, but just wanted to separate Song Xuan from his younger brothers, and when the props were used, escape while the younger brothers cared about Song Xuan.

"Transfer student." Song Xuan spoke again.

Wen Qing grabbed the corner of his clothes, lifted it up quickly, and took off his clothes.

He used his fastest speed, but in Song Xuan's view, all the movements seemed to be in slow motion, unobstructed.

The skin is very white, there is no body hair, the waist is slender, can be held with two hands, and the chest is adorned with a faint pink.

After putting on his shirt, it was obvious that the school uniform thrown at him was a little too big, making Wen Qing look like a child who secretly wore an adult's clothes, and buttoned the buttons hastily.

Button up one by one, cover up bit by bit.

Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and moved his throat slightly.

I saw Wen Qing hurriedly buttoned the wrong button, and the collar was crooked, revealing a delicate collarbone.

In the dim light of the storage room, it looks very astringent.

It's like... just being manipulated by someone.

"Brother Song, how do you deal with that kid?"

Huang Mao's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting his thoughts.

Song Xuan lowered his face: "The old way."

Huang Mao asked again: "Then we still need us here..."

Song Xuan said coldly: "You can get out."

Hearing this, Wen Qing's fingertips paused, thinking, wait a minute.

The sound of footsteps outside the door faded away, and because of the poor sound insulation, Wen Qing could clearly hear the conversations of several people outside:

"What did Brother Song say?"

"Let's deal with this bastard."

"What about transfer students?"

"Brother Song wants to do it himself."

"Me? But..."

"Don't **** it, move people quickly, this dead fat pig is really **** heavy."

...

While listening to the movements of the younger brothers outside, Wen Qing spoke to Song Xuan, trying to delay the time.

"I-I don't want to wear a skirt."

Song Xuan tilted his head, his eyes slid from his wide collar to his lips that opened and closed.

Her lips were dark red, and her lips were slightly convex, as if asking for a kiss.

what a **** sao.

"Can you?" Wen Qing asked softly.

Song Xuan's head buzzed, as if a string was broken.

Without thinking about it, he strode up to Wen Qing, raised his hand to cover the back of his head, and kissed it hard.

Before Wen Qing could react, her lips hurt, and tears flowed out instantly, twirling in her eyes.

He wanted to push Song Xuan away, but Song Xuan's strength was too great. He pressed the back of his head with one hand and grabbed his two wrists with the other, pressing them against his chest.

Song Xuan didn't close his eyes. He opened his eyes and met Wen Qing's steam-filled eyes at close range, and his blood surged instantly.

He held the warm and full lips and licked it hard, taking advantage of the other person's pain and opening his mouth, his tongue touched his mouth and entangled tightly.

Wen Qing was so painful and numb from this rough kiss, her eyes were slightly black, and she couldn't breathe.

He raised his foot with difficulty and kicked Song Xuan.

Song Xuan didn't dodge, and took the kick directly. At the same time, his right foot was placed between his feet, getting closer and closer.

"Well..." Wen Qing's mouth was blocked, so she couldn't make a sound at all, she could only make a sound like a kitten meowing from her throat.

He didn't know why, but Song Xuan's movements became more and more rude, clinging to the tip of his tongue.

The hot breath spit on his face, hot and wet, like a big human-shaped dog.

After a while, when Wen Qing almost passed out, Song Xuan finally let go of his mouth.

Wen Qing leaned on Song Xuan's arm vacantly, her lips swollen and painful, trembling slightly.

Song Xuan stared straight at his mouth, the lip line was blurred by his kiss, and there was a touch of red all around.

Probably because he kissed too hard, the blush on the transfer student's cheeks spread to the pinna of his ears.

It seems that he has been bullied badly, and it seems that he is being bullied continuously.

Song Xuan licked the water stain off his lips, and for the first time in his life, he felt a man.

Wen Qing's pupils shrank: "You, you..."

"You can't have sex."