Song Xuan slowly raised his hand, spread his index and ring fingers, and the water stains on the sides of his fingers slowly trickled down, making his knuckled fingers sparkle, with an indescribable astringency.

Wen Qing's already sultry cheeks became hot again, and her eyes were filled with water vapor: "Who, who made you cover my mouth!"

He was really nervous just now, breathing through his mouth and nose at the same time, and was blocked by Song Xuan's hand...

Song Xuan leaned forward slightly and looked down at Wen Qing's eyes: "That's my hand that got you wet."

Wen Qing's cheeks were even redder, what was wet or not!

His eyelashes trembled, and when he saw Song Xuan's wet palm from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but pull up his sleeve, put it on Song Xuan's hand, and dry it indiscriminately.

"Ok?"

Song Xuan slowly opened his five fingers, motioning him to look between his wet fingers: "There's more."

"You have too much water."

Wen Qing was ashamed and annoyed, she didn't dare to speak loudly, she gritted her teeth and said, "Shut up!"

Song Xuan snorted lightly and watched him wipe his hands.

Wen Qing bent her fingers, grabbed the sleeves, and rubbed and wiped rudely.

Bai Nen's knuckles collided or rubbed against each other, showing a faint red color, which caught people's eyes.

Song Xuan somehow understood Fu Ranxiu.

He stared at Wen Qing's hand and said slowly, "I covered your mouth just now because I was afraid you would call it out."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and said to him, "I won't call when I hear your voice. You can stop it earlier."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Song Xuan chuckle: "There is another reason."

"I'm more afraid that I won't be able to bear it."

Can't help what?

The thought flashed by, and then, Wen Qing felt Song Xuan clasped his hand, and something soft pressed against his lips.

Song Xuan held his lips, licking and twitching like a dog, and his breath hit his face, heavy and hot.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and Song Xuan pried her teeth at random.

"Well…"

Wen Qing couldn't move, there was a wall behind her, and Song Xuan was grabbing her hand, so she could only be forced to endure Song Xuan's kiss and let out a weak cry from her throat.

Suddenly, another voice came from outside the door: "Wang Feng said that there may be people here."

"Aren't Jiang Yan and Wen Meng staying together?"

"Will it be in the classroom?"

"The classrooms are locked, go to the toilet and look for them."

...

Hearing the sound of getting closer, Wen Qing was so nervous that his breathing froze, his eyes widened and his body stiffened.

Aware of his stiffness, Song Xuan's eyes darkened, and he squeezed his soft lips more and more hard, and tangled the tip of his tongue to tease.

Suddenly, Song Xuan withdrew his tongue, turned to rub his lips, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Are you happy with the bad dog kiss?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, for fear of being heard by outsiders, he wanted to raise his hand to cover Song Xuan's mouth, but his hand was tightly pressed.

Song Xuan rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately, and asked again, "Are you happy?"

This time the voice was a little louder than before.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Why do I feel like I hear someone talking?"

"real or fake?"

…

The footsteps were getting closer.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, for fear that Song Xuan would ask, she answered in a low voice with a trembling voice.

His voice became sticky from the kiss just now, Song Xuan breathed for a while, rubbed his lips for a while, and kissed again.

Wen Qing's pupils shrank, he thought Song Xuan had stopped, but he didn't expect to kiss him again.

His heart was beating fast, because of the movement outside, he didn't dare to move, and felt Song Xuan's kiss more clearly.

He was kissed so much that the base of his tongue hurt and he couldn't breathe. The lack of oxygen caused his brain to become dizzy, and he leaned against Song Xuan weakly.

Wen Qing couldn't help opening her mouth, wanting to bite Song Xuan.

Probably sensing his movement, Song Xuan paused and retracted his tongue.

Wen Qing bit Song Xuan's lips.

The bite was not strong, but Song Xuan's lips were still torn, and blood was oozing out.

Song Xuan rolled the tip of his tongue to remove the blood from his lips, and licked Wen Qing's lips again.

The smell of blood filled his mouth and nose, Wen Qing was so irritated that the tip of his nose was sour, and his eyes were foggy.

The people in the corridor had already left, and the teaching building was extraordinarily silent.

It was so quiet that Wen Qing could clearly hear her and Song Xuan's heartbeats.

His heart was beating fast, so was Song Xuan's.

Wen Qing didn't know how far the people outside had gone, so she didn't dare to scold Song Xuan or beat him, so she glared at Song Xuan.

Song Xuan's blood surged at this sight.

He stared at Wen Qing closely, his soft lips were red and swollen when he kissed him, and wet tears hung on his white and tender cheeks.

As if he had just done it.

Obviously only kissed, and did nothing else.

Can't help but get it.

For a long time, there was still no sound outside the door.

Wen Qing gritted his teeth and scolded Song Xuan in a low voice: "Who asked you to kiss me!"

Song Xuan sniffed the fragrance between his lips and teeth, and the hand around Wen Qing's waist did not loosen at all, and said slowly, "I can't help it."

"I can't help but want to touch you, want to kiss you..."

Song Xuan leaned his head to Wen Qing's ear, looked at the tip of his red ear, and said slowly, "I want the master to be happy."

Wen Qing blushed and gritted her teeth: "I'm not happy."

Song Xuan looked at him and couldn't help licking his lips: "Lie."

Wen Qing remembered what she was forced to admit just now, and said angrily, "Your kissing skills are rotten to death."

Song Xuan was stunned, and said without changing his face, "Master, teach me."

Wen Qing felt that his brain was steaming hot, and he couldn't do anything about Song Xuan.

He had no choice but to step on the back of his instep with a blushing face and forcefully push the person away: "Please stay away from me."

Song Xuan stood on the spot and did not move.

Wen Qing glared at him again and sat down on the ground.

After a while, his brain slowly started to work.

As soon as the door opened, Song Xuan came in.

Obviously Song Xuan knew he was here and should have been squatting outside long ago.

Wen Qing lowered her head to look at the ankle ring, frowned and looked at Song Xuan: "Have you placed a position on this thing?"

"No," Song Xuan looked at him and said calmly, "We must obey the rules of the game."

He glanced calmly at Wen Qing's pocket.

The foot ring is not positioned.

There is a mobile phone.

Wen Qing didn't notice Song Xuan's eyes, he was still thinking about Song Xuan's words.

To abide by the rules of the game.

Song Xuan is not a person who likes to abide by the rules at all.

He just has to play by the rules.

You must listen to Fu Ranxiu.

And the conversation with those people just now.

They are not going to kill, they are just frightening Xu Yuan.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and meditated, her thoughts gradually becoming clearer.

After thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly understood that a class bullied transfer students to get good grades.

Bullying does not simply refer to physical violence, but includes intimidation, threats, intimidation, etc.

is malicious.

It is these honor students, who should be of good morals and morals, are malicious to transfer students.

Wen Qing pursed her lips. From the beginning, she deliberately pranked Xu Yuan and locked Zhang Yang on purpose.

This game is also, so that a class of students can freely vent their malice.

They searched slowly, played slowly, like cat and mouse, deliberately teasing the transfer students.

Wen Qing hugged her knees and slowly glanced at Song Xuan beside him.

Song Xuan stood by the door, did not disturb him, just watched quietly, like a big dog guarding its master.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and thought to herself that school tyrants like Song Xuan Huangmao should be different from other students.

…

Time passed by minute by minute, seeing that four hours were approaching,

It was almost time to close the circle, and Jiang Yan had not come back.

Wen Qing frowned, and at 1:50 in the morning, the broadcast sounded: "There are still 10 minutes until the first narrowing down."

"Students get ready."

After repeating it twice, the moment the announcement ended, Wen Qing felt the shock of her ankle.

Very weak, almost non-existent.

He was stunned and looked down at the black ring.

Just when Wen Qing thought it was his hallucination, the anklet shook again.

Wen Qing raised his eyes to look at Song Xuan.

Song Xuan's face changed slightly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

Fu Ranxiu knew he was here.

"I can't stay here anymore."

Without waiting for Wen Qing to ask, he explained directly: "The anklet is reminding you to stay in the non-game area."

"Five buildings will be ruled out in ten minutes."

After finishing speaking, Song Xuan opened the door, stood in the corridor and looked for a moment. After confirming that no one was there, he said to Wen Qing, "Go."

"No," Wen Qing frowned, "Jiang Yan hasn't come back yet."

"I'll wait for him."

Hearing Jiang Yan's name, Song Xuan's face sank.

He took out his cell phone directly and made a call.

The bell rang for a second and the call was connected.

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

Song Xuan asked coldly, "Is there any news about Jiang Yan?"

"Jiang Yan," Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, and then said, "No no."

"We just saw Xu Yuan. She was rushed to the gym by Wang Feng's group and asked her to hide again. We are going to find her now..."

Song Xuan didn't wait for Huang Mao to finish speaking, he hung up the phone and said to Wen Qing, "She's fine, let's go first."

Wen Qing glanced at the time, there were still eight minutes.

He pursed his lips and said, "Wait, maybe on the way here."

As time passed, the vibration of his ankle ring became faster and more intense, making a sizzling sound.

Song Xuan stood at the door of the classroom, looking at the worried look on Wen Qing's face, only to feel that it was an eyesore.

He strode in front of Wen Qing: "If you don't go, I'll hug you and go."

Wen Qing frowned, he didn't want to use props on Song Xuan now, and was afraid that Song Xuan would force him to leave.

"Six minutes left."

The moment Song Xuan stretched out his hand, Wen Qing took his hand and said with a blushing face, "Be good."

"Listen, listen to the master..."