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Zhang Xudong walked away for quite a while, but Wen Tian was still limp and unable to straighten his back.

Qu Yu grabbed his waist several times, and the soft little ball was still lying on his thick chest, and the two snowy and straight legs were bent as if they couldn't stand still. If it wasn't for Qu Yu's hug, In the next second he could fall to the ground.

Qu Yu didn't expect anyone to be so ashamed.

Especially this person looks like he has experienced many such things, and he thinks he will never be so frightened that he can't recover.

But the truth is, Wen Tian was lying in his arms, her little face was snow white with fright, her eyelashes were still trembling, her reaction was so pure.

Qu Yu's Adam's apple rolled down, picked up Wen Tian, ​​who kept sliding down, with one hand, and put him on the table half a person's height.

Wen Tian sweated profusely. When Qu Yu hugged him, his broad palms ran across his slippery back, stained with dizzy sweat, and even that was fragrant. Qu Yu couldn't figure it out. How can a man have such a fragrance.

There were too many things he couldn't figure out about Wen Tian.

Wen Tian propped his hands on the edge of the table with a blank expression and gasped for breath. After two or three minutes, the two legs, which were so soft that they were almost numb, barely regained some strength.

Qu Yu's gaze fell on his red face, and he asked in a restrained tone, "Have you slowed down? Would you like some water?"

Wen Tian stared at Qu Yu, he really wanted to hit Qu Yu now, but he glanced at the tight and knotted muscles of the other party, and then compared his own thin white arms...

In the end, he chose to beat Qu Yu in the head instead of the next best thing.

Wen Tian loves, but he loves it with confidence, he is a love with self-knowledge.

When he was silent, Qu Yu poured a glass of warm water in silence, and handed it over with a calm expression.

Wen Tian didn't answer, bit his mouth, blushed, and asked in a questioning tone: "Qu Yu, do you still hate me?"

Qu Yu: "?"

"Because they said that it will infect bacteria, so you want me to have a worse burn, that's why..."

Wen Tian hung his white neck, wet eyelashes drooping, a delicate and beautiful face covered in snow-skinned black hair, a few man's fingerprints on his smooth chin made that face even more indescribably seductive With strength, the plump and fresh lips opened slightly, and the voice was small.

This idea came to Wen Tian suddenly when Zhang Xudong spoke but did not speak.

The more I think about it, the more certain I am. Only in this way can I explain Qu Yu's sudden and weird behavior.

Wen Tian never thought that one day others would hate him, it would be such a relief.

The air was stagnant for a moment, and the surrounding was so quiet that Wen Tian thought he was in a certain tomb, not Qu Yu's dormitory.

Qu Yu was really caught by Wen Tian's questioning, and it took him a long time to understand what he meant, his expression was indescribable, he collapsed bit by bit, gritted his back teeth, and squeezed out a voice almost gnashing his teeth: "...Wen Tian, ​​you are really me. The dumbest person I've ever met."

Wen Tian frowned, and whispered back: "Isn't it? Then why do you still scold me..."

Qu Yu's face cooled down at the fastest speed, and his expression turned stinky at the fastest speed.

He stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of Wen Tian's chin, "Yes, I was wrong about you, you are so smart, only you can think that swallowing a man's saliva will make the fever worse."

"You... I'm a man, I won't tell you anymore, your thinking is not correct."

Even Qu Yu laughed at the words that trembled and could not be said clearly.

Thinking wrong?

That's what Wen Tian could tell.

Wen Tian patted Qu Yu's hand pinching his chin away, blushed and jumped off the table, not wanting to stay any longer, picked up the book and walked to the door.

He was already thin-skinned, but after hearing Qu Yu's straightforward description, his face was blushing to the point of bleeding. He didn't expect that something that would make him even more ashamed was yet to come.

Wen Tian opened the door, the face at the door was as cold as ice, and the man with flattened lips looked straight at him.

Meng Chao's strong and thin right hand is wrapped around a washbasin. He has just washed his face, and water is still dripping from the tips of his hair, flowing through his wild browbones, high nose tip, and eyes full of emotions.

His lips are very thin and pale in color.

It's completely different from Wen Tian's soft and bright red lips with a little bead, especially now that they are slightly swollen because of being full.

Wen Tian's cheeks and the tips of his ears turned red visible to the naked eye, and with a frightened expression on his face, he stammered, "Meng Chao, why are you..."

"Why am I here, you want to ask this?"

Wen Tian was taken aback by Meng Chao's fast-paced and relentless rhetorical question.

Meng Chao didn't care about his silly expression, raised his eyebrows, and said in a strange voice: "This is my dormitory, why can't I be here? Oh, I understand, I'm in your way, right?"

Wen Tian was stunned by his choking, her thin white fingers awkwardly grabbed the corner of her clothes, not knowing what to say.

Meng Chao was restless and irritable. In fact, he didn't know what kind of temper he was playing right now, but the irritability was not fake. His mind was now full of the weak humming he just heard.

Annoying as hell.

The corner of his mouth turned down a little, Meng Chao stared at Wen Tian's bewildered little face, he didn't even know what he was talking about, he almost pressed and asked: "Is it right or not?"

"No, no," Wen Tian raised his small face and looked eagerly at the man who was nearly half a head taller than him, "It's not in the way."

Meng Chao felt strange, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked impolitely: "Oh, then do you want to continue?"

Wen Tian now realized that Meng Chao knew what they had just done, and his face turned red again, even the tips of ten pale fingers couldn't escape the fate of being red.

He stared at his toes, not daring to look up at anyone, and obediently said, "No more."

"In this case."

Meng Chao glanced at Wen Tian from high to low, and after seeing his tightly pressed lips, he said in a stiff voice, "Don't block the door of my bedroom."

Wen Tian seemed to have just realized it, and immediately moved the floor for Meng Chao.

When Meng Chao pushed the door and went in, he couldn't help but glanced at Wen Tian again, the latter stood obediently on the spot with his head down, his eyes were reddish like a rabbit.

He didn't say anything, he was so wronged...

Thinking of this in his heart, Meng Chao didn't show his face, his back was slightly stiff and he closed the door. After the man with a strong sense of oppression disappeared, Wen Tian slowly licked his lower lip, and walked out of the men's bedroom with a book in his arms after a few seconds. .

There are new things happening in the school every day, and the disappearance has been discussed for a while, and then forgotten.

Wen Tian returned to his normal life, everything around him was the same as before, except Qu Yu and Meng Chao.

Wen Tian felt that Qu Yu and Meng Chao had become inexplicable.

Specifically, Qu Yu, who used to be sarcastic to him and always had a cold face, now buys him food at regular times every day, while the person who puts on a poker face and talks to him indifferently has become Meng Chao.

Whenever Qu Yu said something to him, Meng Chao would choke at the side, and Qu Yu's bad temper often made him mad at him.

The most recent quarrel was when Qu Yu was buying rice balls for Wen Tian. Meng Chao saw it and said calmly beside him: "No matter how much you buy and eat for him, he is still so small. You If you like wasting money so much, it is better to donate it to the beggars living under the overpass and do good deeds."

"Are you fucking finished?" This was what Qu Yu said back then.

But no matter what, in the end it always developed, Wen Tian was forced to be caught between them, listening to their back and forth arguing.

I can't even leave.

It's been like this for two days.

In a blink of an eye, the day that You An mentioned came, the sky had just turned dark, and the autumn wind was blowing through the leaves.

Wen Tian pursed his lips nervously, and only after a while did he raise his sweaty face and look at the slightly eerie tall building standing in front of him.

In the abandoned, dilapidated, unattended exit building, the vines grew wantonly, and the voice-activated lights in the cramped corridor were blown on by the wind from time to time.

Wen Tian curled his fingers, and noticed a few dark figures around him, buried in the bushes that no one had pruned, inconspicuous.

——That was arranged by Jiang Jing, and they had guns in their hands.

Wen Tian paused for a few seconds, then walked towards the rental building. He was in a complicated mood. When he came here last time, he was completely unwilling to be forced, but this time he came here on his own initiative.

Not knowing what was going to happen next made him a little uneasy.

Wen Tian bit his lip tightly, and knocked on the door with his slightly powdered hand, and within half a minute, the door opened.

After seeing him, the tall and straight man couldn't help curling his lips, and said with a smile: "It seems that you are still smart sometimes."

Wen Tian: "..."

Even though he was very nervous and his heart was beating fast and even his legs were so soft that he couldn't walk, Wen Tian still put on a displeased expression because of You An's connotation that he was stupid.

You An closed the door, turned his head to look at Wen Tian, ​​and said the second sentence: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, but you don't seem to be in a hurry to see me."

Wen Tian's anger dissipated after hearing You An's slow voice, bit his lips, and whispered with a pale face: "Bai, there are classes during the day, and only time at night."

Euan laughed.

Wen Tian pretended not to hear, and moved to the sofa step by step.

Youan was indeed as he said, he had been here for a while, and there was an opened lunch box on the coffee table, and the mediocre dishes inside were all cold.

Wen Tian sat awkwardly in the corner of the sofa, his eyelashes drooping and he didn't dare to look too much.

You An raised his eyes and glanced over, and saw Wen Tian sitting on the sofa obediently, with an honest appearance and a lot of little tricks in reality, with a cute look that he couldn't wait to ask questions but was afraid to ask.

A little cute, Youan raised the corner of his lower lip and said in a low voice, "What question do you want to ask, ask now."

Wen Tian raised his eyes immediately, and said uncertainly, "Then, did I ask?"

"ask."

Wen Tian had already thought about what to ask before he came, so when You An said this, he raised a pair of beautiful eyes, and asked straightforwardly without being indirect or tactful: "Who was the person who called you that day?"

As if knowing that he was going to ask this question, You An raised the corner of his mouth and said unhurriedly: "His name is Wen Chen."

... Wen Chen.

Wen Tian was sure that he had never heard of this name before.

This is even more strange, why does a person who has never met before call him brother, why does he monitor him?

Wen Tian had never wanted to know the answer so urgently before. He raised his head anxiously, but just as the first word was pronounced, he was interrupted by Youan: "The second question requires a fee."

Wen Tian was dumbfounded: "C-charge?"

The tall and strong man sat on the sofa, even when he was sitting, he was a circle bigger than Wen Tian. His lips with thin lip line were slightly raised, and his eyes under the messy black hair were always curved, but they were always invisible real emotions.

"Don't want to?"

Wen Tian pursed his lips, stared at his two hands on his knees, and said nothing.

You An is not in a hurry, he seems to be very patient today, with his brows furrowed, he said in a leisurely voice: "I am a painter, when a piece of work is finished and put up for auction in an art exhibition, it is a commodity that is up for sale. It will be sold at the best price."

"Actually, it's the same now. My answer is that it's a pre-sale product. If you want to know, you need to pay for it. This is the case in buying and selling."

Wen Tian wrinkled his face, and said hesitantly: "You didn't say before that I don't have any money with me."

The man on the sofa was hidden in the darkness, his jaw was pale and cold, and Wen Tian watched his face carefully, but he didn't see anything, only heard him say: "I'm not short of money, and I don't want your money either. .But it doesn't matter, they can be exchanged at equal value."

"You don't have to give me anything, you just need..."

You An lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on Wen Tian's soft white neck, and then slid to the soft and swollen bright red lips, he paused inexplicably at the protruding lips, and said in a vague voice.

"Kiss me."

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