Peiwen looked behind him and said, "no one! This is my home. Even if someone sees it, what happens?"

Qiao Xinyan's heart is pounding. In fact, she already knows that Peiwen is the second son of Pei's family. But he was several years younger than himself. She was not sure to let him marry her. Otherwise, she would have dumped Xu Qingsheng.

Peiwen is not as tall and powerful as his brother, but has fair skin and a thin body. With a delicate face, Peiwen is a real little milk dog. Especially when he calls his sister, Qiao Xinyan can't control it.

But Peiwen is from the Pei family after all. He is still strong and domineering in his bones.

He didn't allow Qiao Xinyan to hesitate, so he half pulled and half hugged Qiao Xinyan into the small building and went directly to Peiwen's room.

Pei Wen is still a senior college student. His room is exactly what a hot-blooded teenager should look like.

On the wall, there is a huge poster of the international football king, and next to it is a basketball frame embedded in the wall.

On a basketball stand below, there are five or six basketballs, some of which have the signature of the star.

On the other side of the wall, there are several guitars and a set of drums under them.

The pattern on his bed sheet is an enlarged picture of Peiwen, which shows that the big boy is a narcissist.

Qiao Xinyan felt cold when she saw the layout of the room. This is not the room that a mature man should have.

Pei Wen said ostentatiously, "see, my sister, every basketball is very precious. My guitars are also the masterpieces of masters all over the world. Do you want to listen to me?"

Qiao Xinyan tried to make herself pretend to be interested and said, "OK, OK!"

So Peiwen took down a guitar from the wall, carefully wiped it with a soft cloth, and then played and sang by himself.

His fingering skills are skillful, his voice is clear, his singing is affectionate, and his eyes are shining. He is completely an expression of love to his sweetheart.

If he was a college student, he would have been fascinated by Peiwen. But Qiao Xinyan has already passed the age of innocence. What she thinks now is how to marry into a rich family and live a beautiful life with money, leisure and dignity.

She was obviously disappointed, but she still worshipped Peiwen on her face: "brother Wen, you are so powerful that I adore you!"

Peiwen carefully hung the guitar back on the wall, turned back and hugged Qiao Xinyan again and walked to his big bed.

His voice is low and sweet, like his guitar just now, but it is a little more confused: "sister, I will make you worship me more!"

Qiao Xinyan's heart was mentioned to her throat, and her skin color was a little pink, which made Peiwen more passionate.

He put her on the big bed and kissed her.

Qiao Xinyan held his hand and gasped, "brother Wen, I..."

Her cheeks were stained with blushes, her eyes widened, her eyelashes trembled constantly, like an ignorant girl who was not familiar with the world. What happened next was full of fear.

Peiwen was more pitiful, and his kiss was softer: "don't be afraid, I will be very gentle!"

As he spoke, he pressed down against her.

Qiao Xinyan supports his body with her arms. She has given him some sweets and won't let him ask for too much.

She said wrongfully, "brother Wen, did you want to bully me long ago?"

Pei Wen paused, his face covered with some unnatural red.

He is not a pure boy, and he has had women, but those women are very green, and none of them is as attractive as Qiao Xinyan.

So from the moment he liked her, he wanted to put her under him.

He whispered in her ear, "my sister has been teasing me. Don't you want me?"