They Are Not Human!

Chapter 124: Tak Chi Middle School 29

After he finished speaking, Wen Qing was so dry that his palms were a little hot.

It's too embarrassing to call yourself a master or something.

Wen Qing didn't dare to look directly into Song Xuan's eyes, looked away, and said with trembling eyelashes, "Wait another five minutes."

"If Jiang Yan doesn't come, let's go."

Song Xuan looked down at Wen Qing's hand.

Unlike before, this time, Wen Qing took the initiative to hold his hand, and the white and tender fingers grabbed the side of his hand, warm, soft and tender.

It was an extremely simple touch, but Song Xuan's mouth was dry. He flexed his fingers and held Wen Qing's hand instead.

Hold hands in five minutes.

He waits.

Song Xuan thought to himself that he could wait until Jiang Yan died.

Wen Qing didn't know what Song Xuan was thinking, but she was relieved to see him settle down.

He looked at the empty corridor and prayed that nothing happened to Jiang Yan.

At this moment, the teaching building is extraordinarily quiet, with the rustling of the leaves of the evergreen trees outside the building, and the vibration of the anklets one after another.

Wen Qing looked down at the crazily vibrating anklet, and asked Song Xuan, "Can this really not be removed?"

Song Xuan replied: "We must abide by the rules of the game."

Wen Qing pursed her lips. The vibration frequency of the ankle ring had changed from a momentary vibration at the beginning to now vibrating every minute and every second, causing his ankles to be numb.

Coupled with the custom-made fluff of yellow hair, it has been rubbing against the skin, and there is an indescribable itch.

Wen Qing couldn't help but reached out and pulled the ankle ring.

Song Xuan adjusted the tightness just right, he tugged on this end, and the other end was tightly pressed against the skin, itchy.

Wen Qing had to give up.

Noticing his movements, Song Xuan frowned slightly: "Is it too tight?"

Wen Qing shook his head and said softly, "No."

"It's a little itchy."

Song Xuan stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, and looked down at his ankle.

He rested his index finger on the ring, pressed down lightly, and glanced at the skin that was blocked.

I saw some red marks on the fair skin, and the slightly convex ankle bone was the darkest with red dots.

Song Xuan turned his fingers to the side, and gently rubbed the red dot with the pulp of his fingers: "Is it itchy?"

Wen Qing hummed softly.

Song Xuan felt quite comfortable when he pressed his fingers...

"It should be allergic," Song Xuan frowned, directly tore off the flannel that the yellow hair had put on, and asked again, "What about now?"

The anklet was icy cold, it vibrated directly on the foot, rubbed against the skin, and relieved some of the itch a little.

Wen nodded lightly and habitually whispered thanks.

Song Xuan put away the flannel, glanced at the time, and said, "There is only one minute left."

Wen Qing didn't delay, got up and said, "Let's go."