At eight o'clock in the evening, Beibei gently pushed the closed door of Peng Cheng's family. When she tilted her head and peeked into the dark room, the door was blown open by a strong wind. She didn't have time to react, but she didn't catch it. The door slammed on the side wall, as if it was about to shake, and she did her best to cry.

The girl was frightened. She felt countless needles, and she pricked her body at the same time, and then she was covered in cold sweat. Peng Cheng on the bed was also shocked and raised his head in shock, like a snake about to attack. After confirming that the person at the door was Beibei, she breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she had lost strength. The young man's shoulders suddenly drooped, very tired. His body slowly moved and lay down dejectedly. His sharp eyes just now became dissipated. He buried his head in the quilt and said in a muffled voice: "Wife, come in, close the door, I'm cold."

Beibei seemed a little embarrassed. She looked behind her and looked at Peng Cheng again. The boy didn't look at her, just waiting for her to perform on her own. The door lock was broken yesterday, leaving only a square gap in the door. It was where the lock was originally placed. Now there was nothing left and it could directly penetrate into the dim lights in the corridor.

Beibei turned around and pulled the door over and sent it to the door frame. Without the constraints of the lock, they were not close to the door frame and always staggered a slit. Then she walked over as lightly as possible, and almost made no sound. When she walked to Peng Cheng's bed, she didn't sit down, and she looked very cramped, and she just stood by the bed with her hands behind her back. She shrank a little and didn't know whether to sit down or stand, but she obviously wanted to stand, but she seemed a little worried. She was afraid that Peng Cheng would be unhappy that she was always so far away from him. She was in a dilemma and stood there awkwardly.

There was a faint and strange smell in the room, wet like a human smell. It was the smell of a man who had been in the quilt for a long time. The strong body fragrance, let's count it as a body fragrance! Peng Cheng did not have the smell of sweat from most men, but a smell that only him was. Unlike everyone else, Beibei could always tell it immediately.

Peng Cheng didn't like to turn on the lights. In the dim room, there was only a light outside the window. The girl's eyes couldn't adapt. She couldn't see the people on the bed clearly. The quilt was mixed with people and nestled on the bed. To her, it was just a dark piece.

"Wife, come here." After a while, Beibei did not approach him anymore. Peng Cheng's voice came from the quilt, as if it was extremely depressed, with sticky strings hanging rustling.

He did not look up, wrapped in a quilt and ran to the side, patted the edge of the bed with his arm, signaling Beibei to sit over. He emerged from the quilt, his whole face almost pressed against the pillow, nodded slightly, revealing a little pitiful eyes, like an abandoned puppy.

Beibei still didn't move. She stood by the bed almost trembling. Peng Cheng stretched out his arms and reached the girl's hand hanging in the air from a distance, moving forward little by little, with her eyes following the movements on her hands. She couldn't stand the slightest slightestness, and he just saw it.

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He always does something so seriously and never looks around. This seriousness is unusual. Beibei is more willing to believe that it is a kind of paranoia, which is his paranoia. She thinks it is so cute and never bears to interrupt him.

Peng Cheng's eyes were shining in the dark, translucent, and at the corner between the pillow and his face, it could be seen vaguely, like a gem that was difficult but still flashing in the strong wind in the desert. He stretched his arms forward with force, but his body seemed not to move too much. He couldn't reach her, then he raised his head and his arms, stretched his arms forward with force. The blue veins on his neck made him look very unnatural. Finally, he reached Beibei's fingers, and then stretched forward, and he grabbed her hand.

He grabbed Beibei's hand and rubbed her back and forth. Her hands were extremely soft. She would be pinched back and forth by the pinch of her soft hand. She would be pinched and deformed by a little force. This probably made him very interested. He began to deform her as much as possible.

Perhaps because he had a great time, Peng Cheng suddenly had a very happy time, and his mouth was raised upwards, revealing his white but untidy teeth. He owed his body, and his childlike eyes finally raised his eyes. He looked at Beibei's face, pulled her hand hard, and pulled her to sit down.

The girl was finally pulled to the point of being unable to stand and sat down. The distance between the two people was finally from an arm, so close that they were almost close together. Beibei saw his face clearly, and Peng Cheng smiled happily, looking up and down at her cold side face. His eyes seemed to have a physical body, teasing the girl's face and arms. After a while, she still didn't move, which made Peng Cheng even more excited. He laughed out loud. Suddenly, he hugged her tightly and pecked her on her lips.

"My wife, I'm hungry." Peng Cheng said like a trick, shaking his body as he said.

Beibei came here after buying some vegetables, so she put them at her feet. Before she could tell him that she had bought vegetables, Peng Cheng discovered it first. He reached out and picked up the plastic bag beside the bed: "Wife, I know you can't ignore me."

Peng Cheng got out of bed, and the haze seemed to disappear in an instant when he first came. He took off Beibei's shoes, carried her to bed, turned on the TV, put the remote control in her hand, and then picked up the plastic bag beside the bed and said, "Wait until my husband can get you something to eat, oh!"

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She doesn't want to come.

She really doesn't want to come.

The sound of the kitchen was jingling, Peng Cheng was very skilled in cooking, without any abrupt sound. The TV was basically the most annoying thing. They were always noisy, without a trace of glances. What was the people in the room quarreling, and the thing was still noisy. He smashed the door yesterday, but the TV was still noisy.

Beibei let go of her hand weakly, and the remote control slid from her legs to the bed. She didn't want to come, she didn't want to come, and she regretted it again.

When she got off work, she had just arrived home and received a message from Peng Cheng, saying that he was sick.

Peng Cheng always sent her messages, saying that he had broken up with Xiao Min, and no one cared about him now. He said that he had no money, he was very hungry, and was a little uncomfortable. I don’t know if he was sick.

In the same way, Peng Cheng probably could only deceive Beibei, because only she would believe in everything he said.

No one cares about Peng Cheng anymore, at least Xiao Min must not care about him. When he comes to find Beibei, he thinks that Beibei will always care about him. If there is something between him and Beibei, he is afraid that he will not send a message to her. Beibei actually knows this, but she can't really ignore Peng Cheng and let him be alone in the small room.
Chapter completed!