They Are Not Human!

Chapter 118: Tak Chi Middle School 23

23.2

What good dog?

what master?

What the **** is Song Xuan talking about? !

Wen Qing felt that something was wrong with her whole body.

He was stunned, and his mind went blank.

After a long while, Wen Qing regained her senses, and felt Song Xuan's breath spit in the neck, and the fluffy hair rubbed against his neck.

Song Xuan didn't kiss or bite, he just buried himself in his neck and breathed, as if he was sniffing his scent.

Really looks like a big dog.

Like a stinky dog clinging to its owner.

Thinking about it, Wen Qing got goosebumps all over, and he was even twisted by Song Xuan.

Wen Qing pushed Song Xuan's head away.

Song Xuan tilted his head, and his dark brown Danfeng eyes stared straight at him, as if he was longing for something.

Meeting his eyes, Wen Qing's mind was playing Song Xuan's words over and over again.

Good dog, owner...

The cheeks that had finally cooled down turned red again, and Wen Qing's head was buzzing.

Song Xuan lowered his eyes and stared greedily at Wen Qing's face.

Wen Qing's cheeks were crimson, her lips were slightly open, and her lips were still swollen, glowing with a looming luster under the light, as if asking for a kiss.

Song Xuan's throat moved, wanting to kiss.

He spoke again: "Reward."

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, how could there be a reward for a good dog bite?

He couldn't help but say, "Bad dogs are rewarded!"

Song Xuan stared at his open and closed lips, and said, "I'm a bad dog."

Wen Qing was ashamed and annoyed, and scolded, "You, you are crazy!"

If good people don't do it, why do they have to be dogs?

Song Xuan leaned over slowly, supported the gentle back of the chair with both hands, and trapped the person on the chair: "Do you like bad dogs?"

"I don't like it!" Wen Qing couldn't help but raised her voice and said to Song Xuan, "I don't like dogs!"

He raised his hand to push Song Xuan away, but Song Xuan did not move.

Song Xuan even raised his foot between his feet and bent his knees, making him unable to leave the chair.

"you will like it."

Song Xuan licked his lips, suppressed his voice, and said affectionately, "Bad dogs can tell you everything you want to know."

"You want to know what will happen tomorrow?"

"Want to know what Fu Ranxiu did?"

"Still wondering what happened to the first class?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, she bent her fingers, resisted the urge to hit Song Xuan, and listened to him continue.

He did want to know these things.

Song Xuan's gaze slowly descended from Wen Qingli's brows to his lips and collarbone... He wanted to peep at the pink under his clothes, and wanted to...

He exhaled hot breath and whispered to Wen Qing, "Bad dogs can still do things for you."

"You can kiss you, lick you, **** you, make you cry, make you happy..."