They Are Not Human!

Chapter 258: End of text

When Io spoke, he breathed out all his breath on the side of his face, and drilled down his neck to his neckline, itchy and hot.

Wen Qing couldn't help tilting her head, avoiding his breathing, and said slowly, "Why are you full of color waste?"

When I had no body before...

Wen Qing thought for a while, thought about it seriously, and compared it for a while, and found that Io's situation was even more serious before.

It's still...convincing.

Wen Qing was silent.

Io: "This is mainly because of the human body."

Wen Qing: "Huh?"

Io said lightly: "There are physiological needs."

Wen Qing: "…"

Io thought for a while and added: "It's as natural as eating and drinking."

Wen Qing: "…"

Is it still called nature like eating and drinking?

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Perhaps, you should see a doctor."

"We ordinary humans are not like that."

Io: "…"

"Perhaps," Io said slowly, learning the pause in Wen Qing's words, "is it your problem?"

Wen Qing: "???"

Io thought for a moment, and then said, "Of course, I also have to take part in the responsibility, but I didn't tempt you."

Wen Qing: "…"

Io lowered his head, leaned close to his ear, and blew a breath: "Should I be a little more showy?"

Wen Qing: "...No need!"

Wen blushed slightly and pushed Io away: "Let's go."

"Where to?" Io followed and put his hand on his shoulder.

Wen Qing did not avoid his touch, and looked up at the stationery store diagonally across the street: "I want to buy gifts for my brothers and sisters."

I wanted to buy it last time, but I forgot about it because Io confessed.

Can be added today.

The stationery store is very close. It is not so much a stationery store as it is a canteen, where you can find everything from stationery, toys, dolls, etc. It has always been trading with the orphanage, which is very popular with the children of the orphanage.

Wen Qing was not in charge of purchasing. She had met the stationery store owner a few times, but she was not familiar with it. After entering the door, she said that she wanted to buy it for the orphanage, and the boss took out the purchase order directly.

"Won't Miss Wang come today?"

Wen Qing took the purchase order and explained, "I want to buy it myself, not in the name of the orphanage."

The boss nodded, stared at Io for a while, and suddenly said, "Ah, it's you."

"It's been a long time."

Wen Qing took the pen for a while and looked at Io.

Io responded lightly: "Well, it's been a while since I came."

Seeing Wen Qing's puzzled face, the boss smiled: "This is also an old customer haha."

"But I haven't seen much in the past two years."

Wen Qing looked at Io, hesitated for a moment, and ordered a batch of stationery and Toy Story first.

After paying the money and leaving the stationery store, he asked Io, "Did you come here often before?"

The owner of the restaurant last time also said that Io was a regular customer.

Io walked beside him and explained calmly: "It's not very frequent, it's mainly because your object's appearance and temperament are one of a kind, so it's remembered."

Wen Qing: "…"

Io continued: "This store is right in front of the orphanage. When you come to donate, you will donate some toys and stationery by the way."

Wen Qing snorted, looked up at Iou's angular profile, and asked slowly, "You used to come to the orphanage often, isn't it because of me?"

Hearing this, Io stopped and turned to look at him, with a little laziness between his eyebrows: "Of course."

Wen lightly blinked.

Io lazily added the second half of the sentence: "It's because of you."

Of course it's because of you.

Wen Qing looked at Iou blankly.

Io raised his lips and squeezed his face: "If it wasn't for you, why would I stay in Nancheng? Why would I stay in this small world?"

"Do you really think your partner is idle?"

Wen Qing opened his mouth and was speechless for a while.

"Wen Qing, listen carefully," Io looked down at him, with a rare serious expression on his face, "It's because of you."

"Just because of you."

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she whispered, "Didn't you say you were busy before?"

Io laughed: "No matter how busy you are, you can spare some time."

Wen Qing lowered his head, the tip of his nose suddenly became a little sour, and Io's words did not conceal his preference at all.

own preference.

Dean's mother is very good, but she treats every child equally, not just him.

But Io's love is different.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, sucked her nose, and after a while, she asked in a low voice, "When did it start?"

Io thought for a while: "Ten years ago."

The scope was too large a decade ago.

Wen Qing asked, "Eleven or nineteen years ago?"

Io recalled for a moment: "When you were in the second grade of elementary school."

The second grade of elementary school?

When he was eight years old?

The emotion in Wen Qing's heart stagnated, he lifted his eyelids and looked at Io in shock.

Looking at his eyes, Io couldn't help rubbing his hair, a little helpless: "What are you thinking?"

"That's when I thought you were a funny kid."

"It's pathetic and fun."

He said casually, "So I helped the orphanage."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, recalling that the orphanage seemed to have received a large amount of funds when he was in elementary school, and the situation gradually improved.

He carefully recalled for a while, but could not find any memory of Io.

He asked suspiciously, "Did I see you when I was a kid?"

Io nodded: "You have seen me many times."

Wen Qing was stunned: "Then why do I have no impression at all?"

Io raised his eyebrows, the corners of his lips twitched, and he said eloquently, "Don't you remember that your partner is very proud?"

Wen Qing: "I'm not proud, I'm asking you."

As if Io didn't hear what he said, he said to himself, "Well, I have to be punished."

Wen Qing: "…"

Io: "We are a relationship with clear rewards and punishments."

Wen Qing: "…"

Guessing what Io was thinking, Wen Qing was silent for a moment, and said to him, "I now think we are in a love relationship that met by chance."

Io: "…"

Wen Qing walked to the side of the road and raised his hand to call for a taxi.

He sat in the back row, and Io took the opportunity to sit beside him.

The taxi driver asked, "Where to go?"

The two spoke out at the same time and said different locations.

Io: "Nancheng University."

Wen Qing: "Nancheng Community."

Io was startled and looked at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing quickly fastened her seat belt and avoided his sight.

The taxi driver asked again, "Where are we going?"

Io: "Go to Nancheng Community."

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at the scenery outside the window, her cheeks flushed slightly: "My textbook for tomorrow's class has fallen into the community."

Io didn't ask the reason, took his hand, and said casually: "I have to go back to the community anyway."

"Dr. Wen, why don't you give me a treatment by the way?"

Before Wen Qing could speak, the taxi driver glanced at the rearview mirror and asked vigilantly, "What's wrong?"

"There are masks in the car, right by your hand."

Io: "…"

He glanced at the driver and leaned back in the seat lazily: "Master, we are flirting."

"You influenced my performance."

Wen Qing: "…"

taxi driver:"…"

Io continued: "You pay attention."

Wen Qing couldn't help pulling off his sleeve, motioning him not to talk nonsense.

Io turned to look at him and continued: "You think so too."

Wen Qing: "…"

"I want to get out of the car."

Leu Io was embarrassed by himself.

In the end, the taxi driver didn't stop halfway, and Wen Qing couldn't get off.

I don't know if it was because of embarrassment or because I really felt that Io was sick, the driver took half the time less than usual to arrive at Nancheng Community.

As soon as she entered the room, Wen Qing's phone vibrated, and a WeChat alert sounded.

Wen Qing put on his slippers and walked inside while looking at his phone.

It's Song Qiang's news.

Song Qiang: [Brother, are you with Iou now? 】

Wen Qing: [Well, what's wrong? 】

Song Qiang: [Nothing, I just want to care about Io. 】

Song Qiang: [How is he now? 】

Wen Qing's fingertips paused and looked up at Io.

Io walked on his right side, his eyebrows were half closed, the corners of his lips were inadvertently raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Wen Qing: [Very happy. 】

Song Qiang: [That's good, that's good. 】

Song Qiang: [Hey, I don't want to either. 】

Song Qiang: [It's all my fault for a head like Sherlock Holmes, how come I'm so smart. 】

Song Qiang: [Unexpectedly, I understood Io's forbidden love all at once. 】

Wen Qing: […]

Just as Wen Qing was about to explain it properly, a hand appeared in front of him and took away the phone.

Io took his mobile phone: "Doctor Wen, be serious."

He turned it off with one hand and threw it aside casually.

Before Wen Qing could react, she was pushed onto the sofa.

Io bent his knees, leaned against the sofa, trapped him on the sofa, raised his lips, smiled like a bewitching spirit, and said hoarsely, "Doctor Wen, my body seems a little strange."

"Can you check it for me?"

Saying that, he grabbed Wen Qing's hand and pulled it towards him.

Across a certain distance, Wen Qing could feel the warmth emanating from his body, and his face was red with dryness.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she said nervously, "I-I think you have no cure."

"Is that so," Io said with a slightly raised eyebrow, "I've found the medicine."

"it's here."

The voice fell, and Wen Qing's lips softened.

Io held his lips and rubbed it tightly.

Wen Qing blushed, raised her hand and hooked Io's neck, her breathing became a little short: "Go back to the room."

…

When Wen Qing woke up again, it was already night, and the moon and stars were rare.

Io was naked, sitting on the bed, with a laptop by his hand, tapping on the keyboard.

He lowered his eyes slightly and pursed his thin lips. Although there was no expression on his face, he was no longer indifferent, but showed a little tenderness.

Seeing the scratches on his arm, Wen Qing immediately looked away and saw the content on his computer screen.

Professor Chen: [Can't you answer the phone? 】

Io: [No, my partner is sleeping. 】

Professor Chen: […]

Io: [The program and script of the project design have been sent to your email. 】

Professor Chen: [Let me take a look first. 】

Io: [My partner has been woken up by you, and I'm going to coax someone. 】

Professor Chen: […]

Wen Qing: "…"

The next second, Io lowered his eyes and looked at him.

His eyes fell on his face, and soon moved to his neck and shoulders.

Wen Qing couldn't help lowering her head when he saw it. After seeing the red marks on her shoulders, her cheeks flushed and she shrank into the quilt.

Io put the computer aside, reached out and stroked the side of his neck, pursed his lips and said, "I'll get the medicine."

Wen Qing opened his mouth, his throat was dry, and there was a burning pain. He was too dumb to speak, so he could only close his mouth and nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Io got up and said, "Go and pour you a glass of water."

Wen Qing blinked, and several WeChat messages popped up on the computer beside him.

Professor Chen: [Didn't you say infinite flow? 】

Professor Chen: [Why did you only design one copy of the game? 】

Professor Chen: [What about the next one? If the guide is a dungeon of the novice village, what is the connection with the main plot? 】

Professor Chen: [What about people? Are you really going to coax someone? 】

Wen Qing looked at the screen and remembered the first copy in the other world.

It's the guide, it's the villa.

The last copy is also the villa.

Doors that only guides can open.

Wen Qing was stunned, and suddenly understood the true meaning of the guide.

Soon, Io came back with medicine and water.