They Are Not Human!

Chapter 121: Tak Chi Secondary School 26

Wen Qing was stunned by Song Xuan's sight, and inexplicably kept replaying Fu Ranxiu's words: "Maybe nothing will happen, maybe everything will happen. 】

Song Xuan lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Qing's feet.

His ankles are slender and small, with almost no visible pores, let alone leg hair, white and tender, smoother and more delicate than girls' legs.

At this moment, the ankle was wrapped in the anklet, and the fluff on the edge swayed, scratching the smooth skin.

Song Xuan's fingertips paused, reached out and stroked it, gently rubbing it.

He couldn't help thinking that he seemed to be infected by Fu Ranxiu.

Wen Qing regained his senses and felt that his ankles were hot and itchy, as if something was scratching him.

He thought it was the fluff on the ankle ring, but when he looked down, it was Song Xuan's hand.

Wen Qing's cheeks instantly turned red.

Surrounded by people, how dare Song Xuan touch his feet? !

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Xuan's sleeve, gritted his teeth and said, "Let go."

Song Xuan slowly retracted his hand, and gently brushed the soft fluff on the toe ring with his fingertips: "Is it tight?"

Wen Qing immediately retracted her feet and said to him, "It's not tight!"

He moved his chair back against the wall behind him.

A group of students in the classroom gathered in groups of three or five. They stared at the players and talked in a low voice, probably because Jiang Yan's demeanor was too natural and he was not afraid. Malicious, no one noticed the corner of Wen Qing and Song Xuan.

Song Xuan still stared at his feet.

The trouser legs of the school uniform are not long, and the ankle part is just exposed to the air, which makes people think of a trapped canary, and they are crazy.

Song Xuan's throat moved slightly, and his mouth was dry.

Wen Qing didn't know what was so beautiful about her feet. Seeing Song Xuan still watching, she couldn't help kicking his chair: "Have you seen enough?"

"No."

Song Xuan raised his eyes to look at him, with a hint of malice lingering in his eyebrows, and said abruptly, "Put on my pants."

Wen Qing: "???"

Song Xuan repeated: "Wear my pants."

Wen Qing opened her mouth and heard Song Xuan say again, "Your pants are too short."

"The anklet will be seen."

? ? ?

Wen Qing: "..."

"you-"

Suddenly, there was a screeching noise from the radio.

The noisy roaring in the classroom stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at the broadcast.

"Three hours left."

It was Fu Ranxiu's voice, cold and clear.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then glanced around, Fu Ranxiu didn't know when he left the classroom.

The broadcast sounded again: "Everyone in the first class left the game area and gathered at the school gate to wait."

When the voice fell, everyone in the class looked at me, I looked at you, and walked out of the classroom giggling.