Chapter 1877 (1/2)

Wang Peng.

Ever since college, I have been secretly in love with Huang Wenjing.

He didn't know how to end this relationship or how to keep it.

Perhaps because of Wu Yang, perhaps because of the unwilling in his heart.

But before he knew it, Huang Wenjing had left his heart.

At the moment, I don't know how long he fantasized in his heart.

Of course, it only exists in dreams.

Wang Peng only regarded the ethereal past as a dream.

Wu Yang's death seems to be the beginning of a nightmare for Wang Peng.

Wu Yang and Huang Wenjing spread endlessly.

At the moment, Wang Peng feels like he is dreaming.

Huang Wenjing stood in front of him.

Water drops hung from the ends of her hair, just like a fairy.

It was so full of unreal that he couldn't help clutching the corners of his clothes.

Seeing Wang Peng's nervous appearance, Huang Wenjing smiled.

Men are the same, although Wang Peng has always been very indifferent, and even put on a look that he is not interested in women.

Cannot do without as like as two peas.

There was still a slight pink on her face, the wine strength had not subsided, and the magnificent chest was shining white and tender.

She simply strode over and sat next to Wang Peng, her hands around his neck, and her charming little mouth swayed in front of him.

”Wang Peng, do you remember what you just said? If you're afraid, you can leave at any time. In the future, I may think you're an incompetent man, cluck ~”

Huang Wenjing's words were full of provocation. A few simple words turned into an ambiguous knife and madly stabbed Wang Peng.

He glanced aside.

Huang Wenjing's delicate face is full of compromise. Now as long as she pushes it gently, Huang Wenjing will fall into bed.

He imagined this scene for a long time, but it really appeared in front of him, but it was very strange.

Huang Wenjing is a dream and cannot be touched.

There is a goddess in everyone's heart. Without exception, it is the most untouchable existence.

But now, this picture has no intention of stimulating Wang Peng with red fruit.

Seeing that Wang Peng was about to compromise, Huang Wangjing's face came closer, his hands were on Wang Peng's cheeks, and there was infinite love in his eyes.

However, this look is not what Wang Peng wants to see, because it is mixed with too much madness and too much reluctance.

And a trace of irrational drunkenness.

How can Wang Peng touch this?

He knew that Huang Wenjing only hated herself.

It's a hatred of the past two years ago!

It was he who had ruined Wu Yang in a desperate way, and made the dream turn into a bubble.

He gently opened Huang Wenjing's hand and said seriously, ”I said, opening a room for you is for rest. I won't do anything else to you.”

Huang Wenjing trembled, as if she couldn't believe what she heard, but she still had a strong smile on her face, but it all became shameless.

With a slight movement of her hands, she took off her bathrobe.

Suddenly, a strong ambiguous breath floated along the body like Wang Peng, crazy enough to swallow him.

Every man has no resistance to such a picture.

Besides, Huang Wenjing is still his dream.

At the moment, as long as Wang Peng moves a little, the dream can come true.

What kind of scenery is it?