They are not human! (From chapter 61)

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## 23.2
What obedient dog?
What master?
What on earth is Song Xuan talking about?!

Wen Qing felt like something was wrong with him. He was in a daze, his mind completely blank.

After a while, Wen Qing snapped out of it, feeling Song Xuan's breath on his neck and his fuzzy hair brushing against his skin. Song Xuan neither kissed nor bit him; he just buried his face in Wen Qing's neck, breathing in his scent.

He did indeed resemble a large dog, a stinky dog that clung to its owner. The thought gave Wen Qing goosebumps. He had been led astray by Song Xuan.

Wen Qing pushed Song Xuan's head away.

Song Xuan tilted his head, his deep brown eyes staring straight at Wen Qing as if yearning for something. Meeting his gaze, Wen Qing's mind replayed Song Xuan's earlier words over and over again: obedient dog, master...

Wen Qing's face, which had finally cooled down, turned red again, his mind buzzing.

Song Xuan lowered his eyes, greedily staring at Wen Qing's face. Wen Qing's cheeks were flushed, his lips slightly parted and still swollen, glistening faintly under the light, as if inviting a kiss.

Song Xuan's throat moved as he felt the urge to kiss.

He spoke again: "Reward."

Wen Qing's eyes widened. Since when did obedient dogs ask for rewards?

He couldn't help but retort, "Only bad dogs ask for rewards!"

Song Xuan, gazing at his moving lips, replied, "I am a bad dog."

Wen Qing, both embarrassed and angry, cursed, "You... you're crazy!"

Why act like a dog when you could just be a normal person?

Song Xuan slowly leaned down, placing his hands on the back of Wen Qing's chair, trapping him in place. "Do you like bad dogs?"

"No!" Wen Qing couldn't help but raise his voice. "I don't like dogs at all!"

He raised his hand to push Song Xuan away, but Song Xuan didn't budge. Instead, Song Xuan moved his foot between Wen Qing's, bending his knee to keep him from leaving the chair.

"You will like it."

Song Xuan licked his lips and said in a soft, intimate voice, "A bad dog can tell you everything you want to know."

"Do you want to know what will happen tomorrow?"

"Want to know what Fu Ranxiu has done?"

"Or do you want to know what happened in Class 1?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled as he clenched his fingers, struggling to suppress the urge to hit Song Xuan, and listened to him continue.

He did want to know these things.

Song Xuan's gaze moved from Wen Qing's beautiful eyes slowly downward, resting on his lips, collarbone... wanting to peek under his clothes, to see the pink beneath, to...

He exhaled warm breath, speaking in a low voice to Wen Qing, "A bad dog can do things for you too."

"I can kiss you, lick you, play with you, make you cry, make you feel good..."

"Slap—"

Wen Qing, his face turning red, grabbed Song Xuan's collar and slapped him again.

"Slap—"

These two slaps were heavy, the sound echoing in the dormitory.

Wen Qing's palm stung, his right hand both hurting and burning.