2:They Are Not Human!

Chapter 219: real world

Wen Qing opened her eyes again, and in front of her was the red wooden door of the bedroom bathroom.

There was a slight rustling sound inside the door, and someone was inside.

Having lived in the world and in the copy for too long, Wen Qing stared at the door with an unreal feeling.

He is back.

What was he... planning to do?

Wen Qing lowered his head and saw that he was holding the doorknob in one hand and a pack of removable tissues in the other.

He stared at the tissue for a long time, then remembered slowly, as if the head of the dormitory asked him to deliver the paper?

Wen Qing hesitantly pressed the door handle and pushed open the bathroom door.

The faint scent of shower gel hit his face, and a man with a naked upper body stood in front of the washstand. He looked like he had just taken a shower, his black hair was wet, and the water dripped down his hair, slowly running along his muscles. Slowly slide down, hidden in the bath towel.

The man casually brushed the hair from his forehead to the back of his head, revealing sharp brows and eyes. His facial features were three-dimensional and deep. If you look closely, there is a little western outline, and black hair and black eyes are traditional Chinese.

Wen slightly raised his head and stared blankly at the head of the dormitory in front of him.

He didn't know why, but he didn't seem to have seen the dormitory's face carefully before.

The bedroom in my memory is long, and the face is also hazy.

Now he can see the difference in Iou's appearance at a glance.

Io tilted his head and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's wrong?"

Wen Qing blurted out: "Dorm head, are you a mixed race?"

Io casually threw the towel aside and chuckled, "Forget it."

"Is my name different?"

Wen Qing said in a low voice, "It's quite similar when you think about it now."

He was a little strange in his heart, why didn't he think about it before?

Io, an obvious foreigner's name.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on the bath towel on Io's waist.

Wen Qing looked at the tissue in her palm again, and asked slowly, "Dorm master, do you still want to wipe it?"

Io paused with his fingertips and explained, "There's no paper in it."

"I don't want to use it."

After speaking, he walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of Wen Qing.

Warm masculine breath came over, Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, looking at the chest muscles and abs so close at hand, he didn't know where to put his eyes.

"Oh." He answered dryly twice, and hurriedly shoved the tissue to Io.

Not daring to look directly at Io, he turned around and sat down on the chair beside him.

The dormitory is a very ordinary four-person bed, with a bed and a table, and a separate toilet and bathroom.

Wen Qing looked at the table and chairs, the messy stack of books, everything was unfamiliar and familiar.

The door of the dormitory is not closed, and students pass by from time to time, laughing and talking about what to eat at night, whether to skip class...