They Are Not Human!

Chapter 99: Dezhi Middle School 4

Wen Qing's attention was all on the door closed by Song Xuan.

Is there anything you can't say well? Have to close the door?

He looked at Song Xuan's exposed muscles, his wheat-colored skin was covered in sweat, and his muscles were firm and smooth. It shouldn't be a problem to knock him down with one punch.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she said to Song Xuan, "I, I am fierce everywhere..."

That being said, he still stepped back.

Song Xuan sneered again, walking in and asking, "That fellow Fu Ranxiu let you live here?"

"Yes..." Wen Qing nodded nervously.

"Fake kindness." Song Xuan clicked his tongue, stood in front of the wardrobe, took off his basketball uniform with one hand, and threw it on the ground casually.

Seeing this, Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

He pursed his lips, didn't dare to speak more, and walked quickly to the door.

The wardrobe is connected to the table and the bed. Song Xuan's bed is close to the door, and Wen Qing must pass by him.

Not daring to get too close to Song Xuan, Wen Qing walked next to the table on the other side.

Song Xuan just picked up the clothes, and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance on the tip of his nose.

A little sweet, not greasy, I smelled it in the afternoon.

He narrowed his eyes, closed the wardrobe door, and turned to look at Wen Qing.

Before Wen Qing could react, a breeze had just hit beside her.

The next second, a large hand squeezed his shoulder and pressed him to the table.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide in fright and looked at Song Xuan in panic.

Song Xuan's upper body was naked, and the strong smell of male hormones filled the air.

The tip of Wen Qing's nose almost hit his chest, she quickly leaned back and put her hands on the table.

Song Xuan slowly lowered his head, leaned closer to his neck, sniffed the slightly warped hair, and continued to lean over, sniffing Wen Qing's neck.

The hot breath was spit in the neck, Wen Qing's fingers were stiff, and her body trembled slightly.

"Transfer student." Song Xuan said in a low voice.

Wen Qing became even more nervous, not knowing whether it was Song Xuan's breath or his lips on the neck.

Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked slowly, "This afternoon, it was you who quarreled with me, right?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.

Song Xuan's voice was slightly hoarse at the moment, and it was indeed similar to the voice of the boy sleeping at the back table.

Are you going to settle accounts with him now?

Thinking of the chair that was kicked away in the afternoon, Wen Qing said quickly, "Yes, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to quarrel with you in the afternoon."

His voice was trembling and nasal, sounding a little soft.

Song Xuan straightened his body, looked at Wen Qingli's brows, pale cheeks, his eyes were slightly startled, and an inexplicable anger rose in his heart.

His throat moved slightly, and he raised his hand to grab Wen Qing's collar: "So what?"

His throat was stretched by the collar, and it was difficult for Wen Qing to breathe. He instinctively leaned forward and approached Song Xuan.