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When her legs are apart, my father will give her a hand to stretch between her legs! Then, the woman let out a very exciting sound, which was especially pleasurable to the ears.

At this moment, I was really looking forward to it. I was thinking that my father would probably be doing some work on the sofa. In that case, I would be able to see the real world war.

When I thought of all these, I really couldn't be more hard on her.

As I expected, my father's hand slipped under the woman's skirt, and the woman caught my father by the waist, her head thrown back, her red lips parted in midair, and she was gasping for breath.

The heavy breathing was like a hot ponytail, stirring people's hearts. My father let out a strange male roar.

Not long after, my father hurriedly took off his pants and slipped off his butt. He kept scratching the woman's body with his hands. Until the woman's stockings were pulled down by him, one foot was still wearing the stockings, the other foot's stockings, but they were lying on the ground, paralyzed.

With that, the woman wrapped herself around my father's waist like an octopus. Afterwards, there was a series of vibrations, causing my father to shake …

When I saw this, I really couldn't control myself anymore. My eyes were as big as a tube, and my mouth was parched as I stared. It was the first time in my life that I had seen a war between living people. A kind of frenzied restlessness circulated in my nose. Not long after, my nose became hot and blood started to flow down my nose.

Perhaps it was due to the two of them drinking wine, but the battle was exceptionally intense, especially the cries of the women. I watched as her nails dug deep into the sofa, as if they were grabbing onto my own flesh.

Then, with a violent cry, my father stopped moving.

When they were done, I quietly covered the door. When she thought about it later, she couldn't hold it in any longer, so she made it up for the bed.

This time, there were many things to take care of. Some of them were even on the bed sheets, so I was afraid of startling my father, so I didn't dare to get up. Furthermore, my room didn't have any paper towels, so I had to use my underwear to clean it up.

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When I got up the next day, my father was no longer at home. When I got to the living room, I found that he had left me a hundred dollars on the table. He had also left a note saying that he wouldn't be back this weekend, so I had to settle my own eating and drinking problems.

I was thinking that I must have been fooling around with that old woman. When I thought about this, I was a little disappointed. The reason for that was because that chicken grandma had quite the temperament.

Anyway, I don't know if it was my misperception, but I always felt that those chicken women and the like were usually very good-looking, and after dressing up they would also be very fashionable.

There was nothing more to say this weekend, and by the end of the week I was thinking that it was time to get even with Ma Xue'er.

It was because on Friday, my Ma Xue'er's conflict was extremely intense. Furthermore, it could be said that I suffered a greater loss. Before I went to class, I had already prepared to be ridiculed by her.

But somewhat to my surprise, when I arrived at the class, Ma Xue'er didn't mock me. However, she deliberately moved the table away from me and used chalk to draw two slashes on the floor, saying that it was the thirty-eight mark line.

When I arrived at class, a woman who was close to me told me that Marcie had said that from today onwards, she and I will follow the dividing line of 38 and won't disturb anyone.

When the girl told me this, I was naturally very surprised. Then I looked at Marcie. When I looked at her, she was talking to a bunch of girls in the window, and she was looking at me, too, so we could meet eyes. I could feel that when I saw her, she gave in and looked away.

It was also through this performance that I gained a bit of confidence in my heart. I thought, "Hehe, it must be because my performance on Friday was too fierce, it was way beyond Ma Xue'er's expectations." That's true. If it was an ordinary person's attitude, they would have basically been scared to the point of kneeling down. People like me, who are powerful and fierce, are quite rare.

Ma Xue'er being terrified was naturally good news for me, but that didn't mean that I had to forgive her. The wound on my head has yet to heal. No matter what, I have to get my revenge.

That afternoon, the school held a general meeting for the junior students. The meeting was just to cheer for the classes, to test their knowledge, and so on. This kind of meeting is just a doze for me. I'm not doing well anyway. Coincidentally, when the meeting, our seats are in front of the girls, the boys in the back, unify in the school playground. Halfway through, I left under the excuse of using the toilet.

As soon as I left, I ran back to the classroom. All I could think about was revenge for Marcie. Of course, I didn't want to get into a direct conflict with her so I played a little dirty this time. Anyway, I'm happy to be able to make her unhappy.

When I reached the classroom, the front and back doors were locked. I immediately flipped over to the window and entered. As soon as I entered, I went straight to Marcie's desk. Anyway, when I opened her desk, there were a lot of little gifts and snacks on it.

Actually, I hate Ma Xue'er to the bone, but she is still good-looking, right? In school, there are a lot of boys who like her a lot, and she always receives some presents.

At this moment, a trace of malice appeared in my heart. I wonder if you always like to show off? Then I'll ruin what you can show off best. Firstly, I want you to look down on me, and secondly, I want you to look down on the poor. Thinking this way, my goal was a pencil case.

It was said that in the year 03 against SARS, the people of the entire country had united in their aspirations. Later on, they released a set of stationery for the commemoration of the fight against SARS! Marcie had a unique stationery case back then. I looked at the writing case, took a piss, and bent all the brushes and stuff.

After doing all of this, I happily left the classroom. Actually, I wanted to smash the stationery box into pieces, but it was made of exquisite workmanship, so it didn't even strike the floor.

Then I went back to the playground, and I was looking forward to seeing what Marcie's reaction would be when she saw her writing case. Furthermore, I thought that the moment she discovered me, she would definitely suspect me. In order to prevent her from suspecting me, I must act as if I have a clear conscience.

Thus, after the Great Games ended, I naturally and generously followed the large group towards the teachers. Afterwards, I intentionally walked to the front of Ma Xue'er and sat down.

After we sat down, Marcie did not open her desk directly. Instead, she was bragging with a group of women. It was only after class that she found out that there was a problem.

The teacher in that class was a physics teacher. That teacher was short and wore glasses, so he was usually timid. Naturally, the students weren't afraid of him. That was why when Marcie saw the piss smell in the stationery box and the crooked signature brushes inside, she immediately shouted. Naturally, her voice was filled with indignation.

At that time, she shouted out, "Who gave birth to a son without a fart? Who did such dirty tricks behind his back?" After she finished yelling, she felt really unhappy and even threw the pencil case to the ground.

At this time, the physics teacher asked her what was wrong, and Ma Xue'er heavily sighed. She frowned and said that she was going to have a meeting, and after returning, the SARS commemorative stationery box that her uncle brought back from Beijing was ruined.

After Ma Xue'er said this, many people in the class let out incredulous cries. Anyhow, they kept chattering about who it was. This was really too wicked.

Of course, I must have felt really good about it when it happened, but I put my head down and drew circles on the paper with my pen in order to put on an act.

To be honest, Marcie must have suspected me the most at the time, so she gave the table a good kick and said between clenched teeth, Don't let her find out who that person was. When she found him, she would make him pay the price of a lifetime of regret. It's worth mentioning here that Marcie kicked me when she kicked the table leg. Obviously, she did it for me, and then she said it for me.

At a time like this, I definitely wouldn't admit it. Also, I feel like I'm looking for a fight with you, so I took the opportunity to stand up and shout at her, "Just kick the table, and I'll f * * king kick you? Why did you kick my table?