Treasures, here comes a new book.

A dew came from a source, breaking Chen Xiaowei's peaceful life.

"If I love you, then I'd rather never recover."

Who's who's havoc.

6:21 p.m.

The last bus of No. 25 stops on the side of the road in the Zichengyuan community.

A girl dressed in professional attire and carrying a rucksack came down and went straight into the corridor of Building 3.

The moment she entered the dark hallway.

A young man came out of the corner next to him, looked at the girl's back and showed an evil smile, lit the cigarette that had been in his mouth for a long time and followed.

'Wow' twice.

It was the girl who stomped her feet trying to wake up the sensor light in the hallway.

But this building has been in this neighborhood for many years, and the sensor lights have been good and bad.

She seemed to be accustomed to it, and took out her mobile phone and turned on the flashlight to light the way under her feet.

After walking a flight of steps, I heard a slight footstep behind me, and when I looked back, there was no one.

And as she didn't move, the people behind her didn't seem to move.

The girl seemed to realize something, and walked up the stairs quickly.

Just as she was almost at the door of the house on the third floor, a hand suddenly came from behind her and hooked her neck.

The other hand expertly covered her mouth and didn't make her make a sound.

'Hmm! Her back hit the wall with a muffled sound.

This move is somewhat familiar.

"Chen Xiaowei hasn't seen you for a long time."

The familiar voice instantly sobered Chen Xiaowei up, opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her.

The cigarette in the man's mouth glowed faintly red.

His handsome face loomed in the smoke.

The faint moonlight from the window overhead shone on his face, and thin white smoke slowly spilled from between his two thin lips.

His gaze was wrapped in a clear frivolity and playfulness as he looked at her.

Chen Xiaowei stared at him with wide eyes, "You ......"

It turned out to be Luo Cheng!

"Don't know me anymore?"

Chen Xiaowei didn't speak, and she couldn't speak.

If she could, she would rather never know him.

Seeing Luo Cheng reminded her of what happened a month ago, and it was a nightmare for her.

Luo Cheng pinched the remaining half of the cigarette and took a puff, blowing the smoke towards Chen Xiaowei.

Chen Xiaowei subconsciously turned her head and still smelled it, and coughed softly when she was choked.

"You, what are you doing here?" Chen Xiaowei asked in a low voice.

"Of course, I came to you." Luo Cheng said, leaning in front of her face.

The cynical face was close at hand, and the dark pupils looked down at her, which was extremely terrifying.

Chen Xiaowei subconsciously shrank back and pressed against the wall.

"Looking for me?"

"That's right." The lips brushed her cheek to her ear, and she said seductively, "I want to taste you again." ”

Hearing this, when Chen Xiaowei reacted, she had already been turned by Luo Cheng and turned her back to him.

"No...... Yes! ”

Chen Xiaowei exclaimed, her skirt had been lifted up.

Put your hands behind your back to stop him.

Luo Cheng took the first step to clasp her wrist and raised it above her head, pressing it against the wall and not moving.

The rapid breathing was close to Chen Xiaowei's ear, and it was still the familiar warning: "If you want to call out, call out, anyway-"

Luo Cheng looked slightly sideways at the door of the third floor only one corner.

"Right at your doorstep, if you're not afraid of your parents hearing it, just scream."

Chen Xiaowei's eyes were already full of tears.

Biting his lip hard, he scolded in a low voice: "Hooligans! Bummer! ”

"Huh."