MTL - They Are Not Human!-Chapter 251 real world

A cool breath swept across his cheeks, and Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.

The smell on Sikong's body was icy and cold, like a breeze blowing, mixed with a faint smell of grass, with a natural aura that was unique to him.

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, she wanted to refuse Sikong, but she didn't want to refuse that much. Her mind was so complicated that she couldn't say a word for a long time.

Sikong waited patiently for a while, looked at his trembling eyelashes, and said in a low voice, "If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

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

Sikong's kiss was not rude, but slowly, as if he was following some steps, with his lips in his mouth, gently pushed it away, and slowly probed into it.

Hooked his tongue, restrained and eager.

Wen Qing opened her eyes, clutched the chair tightly with both hands, and clearly felt Sikong's body leaning down more and more, pressing him over.

His hand inevitably rubbed against Sikong's arm, cool and strong.

Wen Qing's heartbeat was chaotic, and she stared blankly at Sikong's eyes.

Sikong was also looking at him, and the moment his eyes met, his eyes darkened by two points.

Then the kiss ended.

A light kiss.

Wen Qing's lips trembled, not painful or swollen, and even had a very comfortable feeling.

It's a feeling of being cared for.

Sikong lowered his eyes, looked at his red and bloodshot lips, raised his hand slowly, and gently wiped the water stains from the corner of his lips.

He sat back in his seat and said in a hoarse voice, "It's time to eat."

Wen Qing regained his senses, the next second, the door of the box was knocked, and the waiter came in with the food.

Although he knew that the waiter couldn't see the scene just now, Wen Qing's cheeks inevitably flushed red.

He picked up the water glass and took a quick sip.

The waiter put down the dishes, glanced at Wen Qing's cheeks, and asked thoughtfully, "Is it hot?"

Wen Qing replied vaguely.

The waiter helped them open the window before exiting the box.

As soon as the window opened, the sound of laughter and slapstick from the outside came in, which was very lively.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and slowly picked up the chopsticks.

Sikong noticed the blush on his cheeks and ears, and there was a faint smile in his eyes, and said lightly, "The environment here is better than the first floor."

Wen nodded lightly and whispered, "It's more expensive here."

So there are fewer people.

Sikong added: "The points in the human world should be converted into the currency of this world."

Wen Qing hummed and turned to look at him.

Sikong asked slowly, "Can you come here more in the future?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, a little dazed: "Yes, yes..."

Sikong didn't explain and continued, "Once a day."

"If it's inconvenient, it can be once every two days."

Listening to his negotiating tone, Wen Qing couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

Sikong poured him a glass of water, leaned back in the chair, and said calmly, "I want you to remember me every time you come."

Wen Qing's heart trembled, and she suddenly understood why Sikong suddenly kissed herself.

Like... puppy enclosure behavior.

Wen Qing bent her fingers and said slowly, "I will miss you even if I don't come."

Sikong looked up at him: "Time is running out."

"Don't say such foul words."

Wen Qing was still thinking about the meaning of the foul, when she heard Sikong whisper, "I'll want to do something else."

His voice was low and ambiguous.

Wen Qing understood, blushed and lowered her head to eat.

During the meal, Sikong didn't do anything other than pick up vegetables, did not have any close contact, and accompany him to finish the meal quietly.

When I left the cafeteria, there was only half an hour left.

Wen Qing's afternoon was full of classes, from one to four o'clock.

He stopped, turned his head and asked Sikong, "Is there really no place you want to go?"

Sikong glanced at him and replied, "Yes."

Wen Qing's eyes lit up: "then let's go."

Sikong hummed and led him forward.

Walk into Nancheng University, cross the boulevard, and walk towards a teaching building in front.

Walking to the door of one of the classrooms, Wen Qing stopped, stared at the classroom twice, took out her mobile phone, and glanced at the timetable.

It's the classroom where he waits for class

Wen Qing pursed her lips and tilted her head to look at Sikong.

Sikong opened the door and said lightly, "I want to take you to class."

It was still early before class time, and the classroom was empty.

Wen Qing took a step in and was about to speak when Sikong suddenly hugged him from behind.

Sikong rubbed his hair affectionately, and said in a low voice, "I'm leaving."

"Remember to eat well."

The voice fell, and the temperature behind him disappeared.

Wen Qing stood blankly at the door of the classroom, her eyelashes trembling.

After a long time, he said in a low voice, "I will eat well."

No matter how many times, he couldn't get used to the separation.

Suddenly, a familiar female voice came.

"teacher?"

Wen Qing tilted her head and met Li Fang's concerned gaze.

Li Fang stood not far away, and immediately explained: "I'll be teaching upstairs later, not following you."

Wen Qing hummed.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Li Fang scratched his head and said no more, and quickly said, "Well, then I'll go upstairs first."

"goodbye teacher."

Wen nodded lightly and walked into the classroom.

Li Fang stared at his back for a while, then called Song Qiang.

"Hey, Brother Qiang, I met the teacher in the teaching building. He doesn't seem to be in a good mood. I want to buy him something delicious."

"Does he have anything he likes to eat? Milk tea? Which store?"

…

Wen Qing randomly picked a seat in the classroom, took out her mobile phone, opened Io's WeChat subconsciously, and quickly turned it off.

After several repetitions, Wen Qing couldn't help but send a message.

【Where are you? 】

Io responded in seconds.

Io: [In the bedroom. 】

Wen Qing: [Oh. 】

Io: [Wait for your get out of class. 】

Wen Qing pursed her lips and stared at the line.

Just as his fingertips moved to the keyboard, a hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and took his phone away.

Wen Qing frowned, turned her head, and met a pair of narrow eyes.

When Yu Xing came, he sat beside him, playing with his phone with his long, strong fingers.

Wen Qing was stunned.

He knew that Yu Xing would come, but he didn't expect it so soon.

Yu Xing's gaze moved down from his hair inch by inch, and finally landed on his rosy lips.

He narrowed his eyes, leaned over lazily, and approached Wen Qing: "Sikong kisses you."

This is a declarative sentence, not a question.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, not only ignored him, but moved a seat to the right, farther away from Yu Xing.

Yu Xing propped himself on the chair with one hand, and leaned forward another point: "I want to kiss too."

Wen Qing: "…"

He pushed Yu Xing's face away.

Yu Xing came over again, shouting, "gently, how can you favor one over the other."

Wen Qing pushed it away again.

Yu Xing didn't get any closer this time.

Wen Qing flexed his fingers and lowered his eyes.

Yu Xing caught a glimpse of Yu Xing's clothes, a normal sweater and trousers, but he had his legs crossed, sitting in a dangling posture, and his whole person exuded a kind of temperament of going his own way.

Wen Qing's heartbeat gradually accelerated, he was a little afraid of Yu Xing, afraid that Yu Xing would do something in the classroom, after all, it was only the two of them now.

Just as he was thinking, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Wen Qing raised her eyes to look at the door, it was Li Fang, she was holding a bag of milk tea in her hand, and she was stunned for two seconds when she saw that Wen Qing was not alone in the classroom.

"Old, teacher."

Li Fang stammered and explained: "I, I bought two more cups of milk tea, do you want to drink it?"

Yu Xing leaned back in the chair lazily, glanced at Wen Qing, saw that his expression was slightly relaxed, and he did not drive anyone away.

He raised his jaw slightly and said to Li Fang, "Bring it here."

The tone of voice is commanding.

Li Fang murmured a few words in his heart, but he still walked forward obediently and brought the milk tea to the two of them.

Yu Xing took the milk tea, inserted the straw, and handed it to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse.

If you don't take it, Yu Xing might say something rude.

Thinking, he lowered his head and took a sip of milk tea.

Yu Xing then picked up another cup of milk tea and took a sip. After tasting the taste, he frowned and put the milk tea heavily on the table.

The sound was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the empty classroom, as if it had been amplified.

Li Fang was also nervous. During these few minutes of getting along, she could see that the teacher's boyfriend this time was not very good-tempered.

She stumbled and asked, "What, what's wrong?"

Yu Xing said casually, "This boss has a grudge against me."

Wen Qing looked down at the trademark, a milk tea shop, and fell silent.

Li Fang blurted out: "Love, love and hatred?"

Wen Qing: "…"

Yu Xing sneered, neither admitting nor denying.

Li Fang's eyelids twitched, thinking that he was disgusting himself, and hesitantly said: "Then, then I won't bother—"

Before the word "you" was uttered, Yu Xing's eyes floated over.

It seems inadvertent, but it is very oppressive.

Li Fang paused and closed his mouth.

Yu Xing raised his fingers, tapped the tabletop, and asked casually, "You don't drink milk tea?"

Nothing to do with the topic.

Li Fang understood that he was not letting himself go, and said dryly: "Drink, milk tea is in the classroom."

Yu Xing responded perfunctorily.

No more words were spoken, the atmosphere was silent for a while.

Wen Qing hesitantly said to Li Fang, "Do you want to go back to the classroom first?"

Although he didn't want to be alone with Yu Xing, he didn't want to embarrass Li Fang.

Li Fang said immediately, "No, no, it's still early for class."

"And..." She glanced at Yu Xing cautiously, thinking to herself, she didn't dare to leave.

Li Fang paused for a while, and gave a random reason: "The chairs in this classroom are quite comfortable to sit on."

"I-I rest for a while."

Wen nodded lightly without thinking much.

After all, Li Fang was quite strange.

Li Fang lowered his head, lost in thought.

Isn't it good to live a two-person world with the teacher?

Why keep your own light bulb?

It's hard to tell what kind of fun this is?

Should I take a note?

…

Yu Xing glanced at Li Fang, saw that she was quite sensible, tilted his head to look at Wen Qing, and asked casually, "What time is the afternoon class?"

Wen Qing said honestly, "It's going to be four o'clock."

Hearing this, Yu Xing sneered.

From twelve to four, if Wen Qing was going to class, he couldn't do anything at all.

It didn't take long for someone to come to the classroom.

With more people, Wen Qing became more relaxed.

Seeing this, Yu Xing knocked on the table and said to Li Fang, "You can go."

Li Fang looked at him, then at Wen Qing, and got up obediently.

As she walked out, she wondered what the lightbulb had to do with it.

"goodbye teacher."

"Goodbye." Wen Qing replied, took out the textbook, and started to preview the content of the class later.

The eyes did not give Yu Xing one.

Yu Xing raised his eyebrows and slapped him beside him.

Without raising his head, Wen Qing moved another seat to the right.

Yu Xing continued to squeeze, and Wen Qing continued to move.

After moving to the far right seat, Wen Qing couldn't help but look up at him: "Are you finished?"

Seeing that he finally focused on himself, Yu Xing blinked innocently: "I have something very important to tell you."

Wen frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"

Yu Xing pointed at the boy sitting in the corner of the classroom and asked in a low voice, "Do you know him?"

Wen Qing looked in the direction of his finger, it was a classmate from the next class.

"I've seen it, I'm not familiar with it."

Yu Xing snorted and said to him, "He is secretly watching pornographic films, the kind of several people."

Wen Qing: "…"

Yu Xing pointed to another handsome boy, and continued: "He is gay, has foot fetish, and likes SM."

Wen Qing: "…"

"Is this the important thing you said?"

Yu Xing held his chin in one hand, nodded lazily, and said casually, "Well, you are willing to take care of me now."