Peng Cheng was determined to teach his woman a lesson, so he took Beibei step by step to touch his thing, the thing that was so hard that it was almost swollen. He stood up a little, and felt Beibei's soft little hands leaning down. It was a little cold, and the young man was shocked.

Once upon a time, Beibei had seen it in a third-level movie. The red stick was poked under the man's crotch with his head held high and his chest held high. It was so ugly. At that time, she swore that she would never see it again. She really touched it, which scared her even more. The thing was stuck there hard, as hard as a protruding bone. It was not only Peng Cheng who shook this time.

Beibei suddenly pulled her hand back, she stared at his face, watching his Adam's apple move up and down, and she struggled to break free from his control. It was really easy that moment. She ran upstairs quickly and didn't listen to him say anything anymore. She never looked back at him, turned off her phone, and didn't want to hear his voice again, and escaped him like escaping. It was hard for her to imagine that something could be stuffed into a woman's body, and she was sure that she could not find a place to put it down, and could not find it.

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Su Beibei made most of the cakes in this Su Bei, and she couldn't get rid of her memory of that thing. She couldn't get rid of the touch. Whenever she was about to fall asleep, she felt that the thing was quietly put on her hands, hard and warm, torturing her like a horror movie and suddenly sat up.

She finally fell asleep at four o'clock in the morning, but she woke up again after not long after sleeping. She tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so she stopped forcing herself. She put on her clothes and prepared to go downstairs for a morning jog.

The sky was white, and looking into the distance from the window, the sky was already very bright, but the corridor was still very dark, and it was colder in the early morning than during the day. Beibei stood on the slow-paced platform, tightened her coat and continued walking downstairs.

The place where he bites last night still hurts a little bit now, and she doesn't want to touch it with her hands. The pain will remind her of yesterday and when she was bitten by him, she feels a little ashamed and a little wronged, and probably she has really bitten her.

Turning over the slow-paced platform on the first floor, the light outside the building was shining below, and Beibei felt that there was a person standing in the dark corner of the entrance of the building.

She was a little scared and thought that it wasn't a bad person! She stopped, tiptoed, and turned around and wanted to walk upstairs, but after thinking about it, for some reason, she felt that if there was someone in the corner of the entrance of the building, that person must be Peng Cheng.

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She tiptoed down the stairs carefully and glanced in the gap where he could just see him. The man was indeed Peng Cheng. He was standing there wearing the black-bottomed and red flowered work clothes he had from yesterday, with his back facing the building door.

Beibei frowned. The person she didn't like to meet now was Peng Cheng, but since it was him, there was no need to avoid it. So she walked over and walked to Peng Cheng's side. The young man was not too tall, but he was always taller than Beibei. When she walked by him, she felt that Peng Cheng's shoulders were blocking his face in front of her.

"Let's go out and talk," she said.

He didn't move at all, as if he didn't hear Beibei's words. After a while, he lowered his head and held his left leg. He voiced hoarsely: "What's wrong with you? The phone doesn't turn on, and he doesn't speak."

"Let's go to the porridge shop and talk! Have some porridge." Beibei didn't want to say anything more. She broke through him and walked out of the building. Seeing that he didn't move, she looked back at him. Peng Cheng was behind her and looked at her with grievance.

"Let's go!" she said again.

"Um!"

He responded, and his left leg hand rubbed back and forth on his knees, but the person never moved. Beibei looked at him and thought about it. Then she half-squatted down and reached out to touch Peng Cheng's stroking knee. His whole body was cold, and it was as cold as iron at the touch.

The girl seemed to be hot, she withdrew her hand and looked up at him.

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Suddenly he pulled Beibei up and hugged her, pressing the weight of his whole body over. "Wife, why did you turn off the phone? My heart is so uncomfortable, I'm going to die." He kept swaying, and he complained to her.

His voice was vague and his throat could only rub some sounds: "I will never do that again. If you don't let me touch you in your life, I will never touch you in your life. Don't leave me like this." Peng Cheng took a step towards his girl excitedly. He pulled his left leg back, and suddenly he screamed in a very appropriate way. His left leg seemed to be broken, and his body fell down.

"Hey!" Beibei couldn't hold on for a while, and she hugged him, and the two of them fell on the stairs. Peng Cheng hugged his left leg and wailed for a while. Cold sweat oozed down his forehead.

"What's wrong with the legs?" Beibei asked, tears had fallen. She didn't know what else to do. She reached out to touch his legs. He hugged them so tightly that she didn't dare to touch them anymore.

"No matter what it is, you have to have a letter! Wife, I don't know that you are so cruel. Once you turn off the phone, I will be completely finished."

This kind of complaint between men and women is far more lethal than quarrel. Beibei didn't know what to do for a moment. She knelt on the ground and hugged the boy tightly. His thin clothes were only a thin layer, and she felt that his body was as cold as the air outside.

Beibei took off her coat and put it on him, and she showed unusual firmness, like a mother holding a child, holding her head to her chest and her chin against his forehead.
Chapter completed!