They Are Not Human!

Chapter 123: Tak Chi Middle School 28

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?"