They Are Not Human!

The words were rough, but Wen Qing really didn't dare to move.

The suffocation directly took the person to the bedroom on the second floor, closed the door, and threw it on the bed.

He leaned against the door and looked down at the man on the bed.

Wen Qing knelt down on the bed, her cheeks pale and bloodless, as if she was frightened by what had just happened.

Surprisingly, he didn't cry.

However, her eyes were very red, and it seemed that she had cried a lot not long ago, so she couldn't cry right now.

Yu Xing clicked his tongue and pulled the corners of his mouth: "That girl is going to kill you, so just let her go?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he was actually very angry and a little sad.

Annoyed that Li Siwen wanted to harm herself, and saddened that she was affected like this...

He lowered his head, and after a while, said in a soft voice, "I, this is the first time I have encountered such a thing."

Rather than letting Li Siwen go, it's better to say that he didn't know what to do.

If someone in the real world wanted to kill him, he would call the police.

But here...

Wen Qing frowned and asked in a low voice, "Can we call the police here too?"

Looking at his pitiful appearance, Yu Xing felt a little cute when he was angry and inexplicably.

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he said slowly, "You can pray to God."

"He might be happy to help you punish the bad guys."

Wen Qing looked up blankly and said softly, "I have no religious belief."

"I have applied to join the party."

Depression: "…"

Wen Qing waited for a while, but Yu Xing didn't speak.

He thought that Yu Xing was still angry, and quickly said: "Don't be angry, I have nothing to do right now."

"You don't want to be affected by this villa."

Don't become like Zhou Zhou and Li Siwen.

Yu Xing half-closes his eyes, seeing the worry on Wen Qing's face, there are many inexplicable emotions in his heart.

His Adam's apple pressed down slightly, and after a while, he chuckled: "I'm not angry."

"But...it was influenced by a certain emotion."

Wen Qing looked confused.

Yu Xing walked in front of him, lowered his head, stared at Wen Qing, and the desire in his eyes was obvious.

Wen Qing quickly responded.

In addition to being angry, Yu Xing had another thing left in his mind.

Wen Qing's pale cheeks were dyed a touch of red, and she stammered and asked, "You, do you want to have sex?"

Yu Xing responded lazily, and the loose bathrobe was slightly opened, revealing the strong and smooth muscle lines in his chest.

"Yeah..." He tilted his head and said in a long tone, "Little Holy Father, save me."

Wen Qing's face turned red inch by inch, and after a while, she held back a sentence: "You, you are self-reliant."

After speaking, he moved to the bed and tried to get out of bed: "I-I won't disturb you anymore."

Yu Xing raised his eyebrows: "Little Holy Father, how can you treat them differently?"

"I don't want your life..."

He leaned over, leaned close to Wen Qing's ear, and hinted, "I just want your body."

After he finished speaking, he deliberately took a breath.

Wen Qing's ears went numb, and she quickly pushed away Yu Xing, blushing: "You, don't call me that."

"Don't you like this title?" Yu Xing paused, dragged his tail, and said ambiguously, "That little pitiful? Little idiot? Little baby?"

His tone rose slightly, with a faint smile.

Wen Qing wanted to cry without tears: "Don't tease me."

Yu Xing let out a low laugh and said slowly, "I didn't tease you."

"I'm serious."

"I'm a little... **** right now."

Saying that, he circled Wen Qingbai's thin wrist, bent his index finger, and gently tickled the flesh on the inside.

Wen Qing's hands trembled, he felt the change in Yu Xing's body temperature.

It's not the cool temperature in the past, it's very hot, very hot, and the burning temperature seems to seep into his body.

Wen Qing felt a sense of dryness inexplicably.

It's normal to have some kind of physiological needs. Wen Qing accidentally bumped into the scene where her roommate solved it, but they were tacitly aware of each other and wouldn't mention it.

He had never met someone like Yu Xing who calmly talked about his desires.

Wen Qing was a little overwhelmed.

If Yu Xing doesn't listen to him, he can't beat Yu Xing either.

Yu Xing's thumb caressed the gentle fingers, from the fingertips to the knuckles, rubbing softly and ambiguous: "Your hand..."

Wen Qing suddenly pulled out his hand and blurted out, "I-I'm not good at craftsmanship."

Yu Xing couldn't help laughing, he wanted to say that your hands are really small.

Since Wen Qing took the initiative to mention his craftsmanship, of course he was disrespectful.

He raised his hand and pressed Wen Qing's shoulder: "you don't need to do it."

"You just need to lie flat."

Wen Qing's body trembled slightly, and stumblingly said, "No, don't..."

Yu Xing raised the corner of his mouth: "Do you want to move by yourself?"

"It's not impossible, I'm afraid you will soon lose the strength."

Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly: "I don't like this."

"Yu Xing, you, don't touch me..."

The smile on Yu Xing's lips faded, and he looked down at Wen Qing's eyes.

Although he didn't cry, his eyes were already red.

After a long time, Yu Xing snorted softly and pressed Wen Qing onto the bed.

Wen Qing was about to struggle when he saw Yu Xing holding a corner of the quilt and covering him with the quilt.

Wen Qing was stunned, and then something soft touched her lips.

Yu Xing bit his lip hard, and the smell of blood spread.

Wen Qing exhaled the pain, and the warm and damp thing penetrated into the mouth instantly and wrapped around the tip of the tongue.

There was a rust-like smell of blood between his lips and teeth, and the kiss was extremely rough, as if he was going to be eaten into his stomach, and the sound of swallowing seemed to linger in his ears.

It took a long time for the kiss to end.

Wen Qing's lips were sore and numb, although Yu Xing had pulled away, the kiss just now was still playing back in his mouth.

Yu Xing half-closed his eyes, wiped the water on Wen Qing's lips with his thumb, and pressed the wound punitively: "I'll let you go today."

"Next time you won't be so lucky."

Wen Qing's body trembled, she wanted to sit up, left the bedroom, and was pushed back to the bed by Yu Xing.

"Sleep here," Yu Xing said casually, covering him tightly, "if you leave, I can't promise anything."

Wen Qing didn't dare to move now.

He got into the quilt, only showing his forehead and eyes, staring at Yu Xing's movements.

Yu Xing glanced at him and walked to the bathroom.

When he opened the door, he paused and said casually, "I can open the door if you want to see it."

"If I want to listen, I can breathe a little louder."

Wen Qing immediately retracted the quilt and covered her head firmly.

He didn't want to hear it, and he didn't want to see it.

Don't want to know anything.

After a while, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

There are no other sounds mixed in.

Wen was slightly relieved, but his nerves were still tense.

Will Yu Xing do anything in a while?

Will the three-headed dog father come?

Who voted for Chen Yiyi?

What was the important clue he forgot?

...

A bunch of questions piled up in my head.

He was sleepy but couldn't sleep.

After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Wen Qing's little heart was lifted again, he instinctively curled up, and pricked up his ears to listen to Yu Xing's movements.

Yu Xing tilted his head, looked at the group that was shaking slightly on the bed, and murmured, "Nothing will happen tonight, sleep in peace."

Wen Qing was stunned, hesitated for a long time, and cautiously stuck his head out.

Yu Xing was standing in front of the closet, as if he had just put on his bathrobe and was tying his belt.

Wen Qing pursed her lips habitually, and the wound on her lower lip was torn open again, overflowing with blood.

He licked the blood from his lips and asked in a low voice, "Who did you vote for when you voted tonight?"

Yu Xing turned to look at Wen Qing, his face full of sleepiness, but his eyes were unusually bright.

He frowned slightly and said a name: "Chen Yiyi."

Wen Qing asked again, "Then did you see who the teacher voted for?"

He remembered that Yu Xing was sitting next to Ji Yu, and if he wanted to see it, he would definitely see it.

Yu Xing Hang Er Lang responded: "That guy voted for me."

Wen Qing was stunned, the teacher didn't lie to him.

He couldn't help but say, "Did Si Kong drop Chen Yiyi?"

Hearing this, Yu Xing raised the corners of his mouth: "That guy Sikong also voted for me."

Wen Qing was stunned.

The two votes for stagnation are Sikong and Ji Yu.

Then Chen Yiyi's three votes are Li Siwen, Yu Xing, and Zhou Zhou.

Why did Zhouzhou vote for Chen Yiyi?

Wen Qing's mind was a mess, and when she learned the answer to a question, intense sleepiness suddenly swept through her body.

Seeing that he was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting, Yu Xing said in a serious manner: "If you don't want to sleep, we can do some double exercise."

Wen Qing tried her best to open her eyes, and asked in a daze, "Yu Xing, does the equivalent exchange you said count?"

Yu Xing raised his eyebrows: "Of course."

Wen Qing mumbled and said vaguely, "Well, then you kissed me just now... You have to tell me the clue. "

Yu Xing laughed softly, he thought that Wen Qing would be angry, embarrassed, cry, etc., but he didn't expect that he would even think about changing clues.

"Let's go and look at the book Sikong found."

Wen lightly closed his eyes.

Books... yes, books haven't been found yet...

Leaning on the pillow, he fell asleep in an instant.

***

This time, Wen Qing slept peacefully at all, and had been having some messy nightmares, and it was as if he woke up and didn't sleep.

He opened his eyes, Yu Xing was not in the bedroom, and there was no trace of anyone sleeping beside the bed.

Wen Qing quickly got up to wash up, ran up to the third floor, and knocked on Sikong's door.

As soon as he knocked, Sikong opened the door.

"What's up?"

Wen Qing asked in a low voice, "What was the name of the book you put on the table last time?"

Sikong's gaze fell on his lips involuntarily. There was a wound on his lower lip, which had scabbed over, but it was dripping with water.

Apparently, the owner licks it often.

Just thinking about it, Wen Qing licked her lips again.

The tip of the tongue is red, as if he had kissed someone deeply,

"I want to watch it again." Wen Qing said.

He raised his eyes, saw Sikong staring at his mouth, touched it subconsciously, and hesitated to find a reason: "I, I accidentally bitten when I was eating."

Sikong looked away and frowned, "Can't remember just a few lines?"

Wen Qing quickly explained: "I didn't finish it last time because..."

As he spoke, his voice suddenly stopped, and his heart sank.

I didn't finish it last time because the teacher diverted his attention.

After that...the book was never seen again.

Sikong: "No name."

Wen Qing: "Huh?"

"That book has no name." After speaking, Sikong slammed the door.

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, the book had no name, so he couldn't find any Chinese characters in many foreign books.

Yesterday, I seemed to have seen a book without a name.

Wen Qing blinked, hurried downstairs, and ran into the study.

He searched the bookshelves line by line, but did not let go of any book.

Still haven't found the unnamed book.

Couldn't find it...probably hidden by someone.

Wen Qing frowned, and in more than ten hours it was time to vote again...

He wouldn't necessarily be able to come up with the answer in a dozen hours.

Otherwise, go to Sikong again and ask him to repeat it again?

Wen Qing thought about it, and that was the only way.

He had just reached the door of the study when his footsteps stopped suddenly.

Zhou Zhou was standing outside the door at some point, with his back against the wall, with a smile on his face, like a sunny and handsome big boy.

"Gentle, I found the answer to customs clearance."