God knows what happened.

Early the next morning, Beibei went out early and came to Peng Cheng's house. She didn't sleep well all night and was very upset. The hesitation in her heart made her restless. She wanted to see him earlier, and then talk to him about something and something between them, but what to say specifically, she was confused.

When she arrived at the door of the house, she didn't dare to knock on the door. The girl stood in front of the door, but the person was cowardly. After all, it was the house where two people lived, and I don't know if the elder brother had gone home today. It would be bad to knock on the door so early in the morning! She thought, a little embarrassed, and then she thought of Peng Cheng's small inner room. It would be better to turn to the window of the small room, where you could see his bed, and he should be able to hear it when knocking on the window.

She turned out from the door again and walked around to the window next to it. There was a small step under the window where one foot could only put one foot down. Beibei stepped on the steps with one foot and held the windowsill with both hands, and supported her body and looked into the room.

The window is not high, and you can see the inside of the house without stepping on the steps. But if you are a little far away, you won't be able to see it very clearly.

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Peng Cheng did not pull the curtains and lay naked among a pile of quilts. He seemed to be wearing nothing. His thin back was hidden under the quilt, only his thin arms were exposed, and he was like two legs that were as thin as the bedside. The two sunken middle spines on his back were like dinosaur fossils, with abrupt, serrated outlines, and scars on his back one by one, one by one, and were already messy.

With scars on his back, Beibei suddenly supported himself again. She looked at his body carefully. What were they, it was so difficult to hide.

This was the first time she saw Peng Cheng take off so cleanly. He was not afraid of heat and rarely was shirtless like other men. Apart from the pink bug on her chest, she thought...

Although she was thin, Peng Cheng had a good figure and looked beautiful. The person who was close to the glass was farther away. The girl carefully identified it and determined that all the scars were all scars. She got closer and tried to get close to the glass as close as possible. This cheap glass had a high refractive index and was a little dirty, so she couldn't see clearly. She reached out and rubbed a piece of glass, then put her face on, and finally saw clearly that those were scars.

On Peng Cheng's back, the long and short must be scars, which are irregular, messy, deep and shallow, but they must be scars, and there is no good skin left on the entire back. The scars are almost the same color as the skin around them, and they seem to be from a long time ago. They are no longer hideous, and each one has not been treated. The appearance of the flesh at the edge of the knife is well preserved.

Beibei was stunned on the spot. She slammed the wall and even forgot to come down. This was not the first time she saw Peng Cheng's body, and she had even seen Peng Cheng's treasure, but she had never seen his back. These scars scared Beibei. How could the children of good people have these things? She seemed to see Peng Cheng being cut into blood and falling to the ground, her flesh blooming, and she kept gasping.

She felt a little chilling on her back, subconsciously retreating, but forgot the steps that were a little taller. She couldn't stand steadily, and fell down behind her, stretched her hands forward, and grabbed the glass twice. She tried to grab something, but she didn't catch it, and her fingers hit the glass heavily and made two loud noises. Only this time, Peng Cheng woke up.

He was alert like a wolf. Beibei leaned back and still clearly saw the man on the bed holding up his body, his eyes fiercely, his eyebrows frowned angrily, and he stared at him tightly.

Beibei was frightened, she turned around and ran. Almost at the same time, Peng Cheng jumped out of the bed, twitching, and then the door in the corridor opened, and the clang hit it again, and the young man rushed out. Before Beibei could run twenty meters, Peng Cheng chased her. The girl looked back in panic. He ran to the wind, she had always liked it, but now it scared her.

He was only wearing a pair of underwear, perhaps because he was too thin. The little thing was hanging loosely around his waist. The thing under his crotch trembled during the violent movement. He caught up with Beibei with a serious look on his face. Without saying a word, he picked her up and carried it on his shoulder, turned around and ran back. Before Beibei could shout, Peng Cheng had already carried her into the room, and then Kaba locked the door of the room to death.

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Standing stupidly at the door, watching Peng Cheng leaning against the door panel, he closed his eyes tightly, his body gradually slid down, and then sat on the ground. At this moment, Peng Cheng had not yet woken up completely. He seemed to be sleepy and could not wake up completely even if he shook his head hard.

Beibei stood opposite him tremblingly, and he made her not dare to move. After a while, Peng Cheng seemed to wake up. He was like a drunk man, shaking up and picked up Beibei, carried her to the bed, pulled the quilt next to him, wrapped the girl tightly, and his limbs were tightly pulled into the quilt, and then hugged the rolled girl, and he fell asleep again.

Beibei didn't dare to breathe. The quilt was covering her face, and she felt a little stuffy. The young man's arms were so tired that she sighed.

"Wife, wait for me to slow down, I will slow down, and I will tell you again." Beibei's body suddenly stiffened. Perhaps he heard her sigh, and he said so. After that, he hid in the quilt and hiccup, and kicked the bed, and calmed down again.

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The girl lay quietly, she regretted it a little. She no longer wanted to argue with him. The things she had thought about now seemed to be nothing. Peng Cheng's eyes just now scared her. She had never seen such sharp and vicious gaze like him. At that moment, she even felt that she didn't know this thin man at all. The bright smile that was as bright as his child was not in line with, but she could no longer ask anything, and she didn't even dare to speak.

After a while, the force on Peng Cheng's limbs finally relaxed. He seemed to be asleep. Beibei tentatively pulled out his arm from the quilt, but after a moment of movement, Peng Cheng's arm tightened again.

"Wife, stop making trouble, don't move, look at you!" He hugged the quilt with a few slams, saying as if everything was Beibei's nonsense. Then he tightened his limbs without opening his eyes and said, "I'll wake up soon."

Soon he seemed to fall asleep again. When his arm loosened his strength again, the girl did not dare to move. After a while, he turned over and hummed comfortably, laying on the bed in a large shape, with his right arm pressing under Beibei and the quilt.

The girl gently pulled out the arms from the quilt and was about to move her body, when Peng Cheng opened his fierce eyes. He looked at her and made her swallow. When he woke up, was it all like this alert?

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Seeing that Beibei was about to move, Peng Cheng didn't talk nonsense, he seemed helpless, and got up and stuffed her hand into the quilt, tightening it tightly, as if it was packing. This time he wrapped the woman tighter, then went to the bathroom to wash her face before returning to her. He tucked the excess water on the bed, then hugged the quilt with the girl in his arms, without saying a word, but rubbed it back and forth like a child: "Wife, wait for me again, I'll explain it to you."

After about five minutes, he finally woke up.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" The young man turned over and sat cross-legged next to the girl.

Flip, this sentence is flip. Peng Cheng seemed to have thought about it, and his expression was a little solemn. He reached out and pulled the quilt on Beibei's body, probably not knowing where to start, so he simply threw the question to Beibei and asked her to ask questions.

This time, he seemed very serious and understood it roughly. If he couldn't explain it, then the relationship between them would be considered to be closed here.

"Speak." Peng Cheng asked again.

He stopped laughing, nor was he rude anymore. Beibei was a little scared. She was covered in sweat and her hair was pressed against her face. Peng Cheng reached out and pushed it away. She stared at Peng Cheng with wide eyes and frightened. She knew this boy, but now she looked a little different from the people in her memory. He was shirtless and poked on the bed, hunched forward, and his two thin shoulders shook high above his head.

"It's okay, what do you want to know, I'll tell you." As Peng Cheng said that, he pulled Beibei's hand and rubbed his thumb back and forth on the back of her hand. He smiled slightly, and then touched Beibei's back of his hand in detail.

"My wife, I'll tell you what I want to know." He looked at her and smiled, trying to encourage her.

"I'm going to get there, I have to go to work." Beibei stared at Peng Cheng in a daze and said something irrelevant.

"Hehe." Peng Cheng laughed, probably because he was laughing at Beibei's simplicity: "Wife, you said, I can't explain this matter clearly. Can I let you go?"

Beibei looked at his beautiful face for a long time. This was a pun, which could also be understood as a threat. So she quietly raised her hand and touched a long scar on his shoulder. The scar that was directly scratched from his right shoulder to the bottom of his shoulder blade was also untreated. The part in the middle was much wider than the position on both sides. Then she raised her eyes and stared at his deep eyes.

"It was cut by a knife." The young man stared at Beibei's eyes and said, without any intention of avoiding it. He was a strong person in his heart. He must be afraid of Beibei's expression of contempt for him, but he still insisted on looking directly at her eyes.

"When I was a kid, I always had a fight. I was sixteen years old, and all these are…"

Before Peng Cheng could finish his words, Beibei was already showing impatientness. She wanted to escape because he didn't tell the truth. This is not the standard for fighting between children. Fighting between children will not be like this. Peng Cheng is lying. She doesn't want to hear others deceive him. Besides, this is not a minor injury. If he tells the truth, she might think it's better, but he is lying, it means that there must be something wrong and a big deal.

The young man held Beibei's hand and let her break back and forth, but she couldn't break free: "Don't move." He finally got angry, and his ferocious eyes just now almost turned around. He straightened Beibei's body and hugged her tightly from behind.

"Wife, I didn't fight with children, but I was indeed injured when I was sixteen or seventeen years old. Look, these scars have grown for many years before they become like this color." Peng Cheng said, shaking her body while gently shaking it, allowing Beibei to calm down slowly.

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Chapter completed!