100 Days of Being a Princess of Joseon

Oppa Hoon's?

"Oho!!! so presumptuous of you, huh!!!" princess Hwa's nagging steps out of the room where they had gathered before.

"Aha Oho Aha Oho, diem deh tuh lambe." said Hana who had enough trouble to reach Ara's slender body.

He was in trouble because the body masters often wriggled like worms with cyanide.

Not steady one bit.

Not to mention the lips, often say the word hardikan, diatribe, even makian.

All of which is not the vocabulary of the present era, but the logic of the owner of the parlor where they used to be small.

Yes, the accent of the middle-aged woman is so thick in northern shades.

Lah, now, this is a rancid one.

Had he downed the poison drama Si Hyun Bin and his wife who were trapped in the north country. Or the royal drama that is often boosted Ara, especially when she is stressed.

"But your hands Hana-ya!!!!!" the voice that Princess Hwa made was getting louder. It's just muffled by the nightclub music debam. But.... It still doesn't happen in Hana's ear. The girl shuddered at the shrill.

"Too not from our little and equally. I threw this body down." Hana grumbled trying to stabilize her steps so as not to fall.

"Miss Choi, are you in trouble? Do I need to help carry Miss Go Ara's body." mr. Kim from the back already equalized his position on Hana's side, offering her help.

"Ah? Oh no need, Mr. Kim. I can still carry this body demit." said Hana.

"Demits?" repeat Mr. Kim holding back his smile knot.

He was inexhaustible with these two creatures on his left side. Always uttering such absurd and even crazy words to each of them, without any offense at all.

Envying

Sure

"To be honest, I never had any trouble bringing Ara.. It's just that tonight, why his body wriggling like being hit by that curry." continued Hana with his unique word again

"Is Miss Ara often drunk like this?" ask Mr. Kim curious.

Because, from what he saw through social media Ara.

Uh ciee the stalking sosmed guy.

Curious yak?

Okeh...

Mr. Kim this dashing, wealthy young man, could judge easily if Ara was not this kind of weak figure

Supposedly, that one bottle of wine would not be able to topple the body of this rancid girl.

Not to mention, her slim body, quite healthy from some sports that Ara wrestled.

Thai boxing, yoga, tennis, and futsal.

Lah, though,... Most men's sports, you know!!!

But that's it, though,.

Not to mention, seeing some of Ara's activities that also often visit the club tonight, yes, there are also several other clubs, only he often comes here, because the circle girl is not ordinary people. But, his acquaintance was quite calculated.

One of them is Frankie. His business opponent who knows where he is now.

Disappeared for a long time.

Slowly down the stairs, Hana tried to keep her steps awake, because of course while protecting two people. Him and the man he was talking about.

One step a little, of course, he will join the salto counting the stairs, witnessed many pairs of eyes of the elite, following the viral video the next day will be plastered to meet the social media info of both of them.

Shy woyy.

Okay, slowly, slowly.....

"Woy, Ara. Diem can not sighhh!!!!" Hana's jitters were anxious, as Ara's body cremated again wriggling in her arms.

"Oho. How dare you raise your voice!!!" princess Hwa won't lose. He clearly replied back to Hana's words even louder.

"Aihh you are. Refuting again." lamented Hana strengthened her embrace on Ara's slender waist.

"And me, me, me, not Ara.!!!" princess Hwa told me.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's up to you." said Hana lazily.

I must have ridden her shit again

"Yes, gongju." answered Hana.

"Orabeoni?? Are you that???" princess Hwa who turned her head caught the shadow of Mr. Kim, whom she once again considered crown prince.

Mr. Kim looked back at that gaze. Then smile briefly.

"Yes, you, you're my orabeoni." shouted Princess Hwa suddenly...

In fact, he suddenly moved Ara's body without calculation and guesses of Mr. Kim or Hana.

Yep... The girl straightened up and turned Hana around. And....

"Huh!!!???" Hana gawked, while the body she laid on was gone,...

More precisely, it has moved nature... Eih wrong. I mean move sanderan. It is more saderable.

Ahayy.

"Ohh!!" also suddenly so sanderan no less surprised.

When a girl has clenched her athletic body without a word at all.

Big impact.

His heart's back, pounding. Defeat the loud music of the club tonight.

Damn it!!!!

This girl surprised him again..

Until his heart was shocked again, right???

"Miss Go Ara???!!" mr. Kim was shocked.

"Oohh, you're also Orabeoni. Why do you like to call me Ara???" said Princess Hwa with a questioning tone of dislike.

Plaque!!!!

"Ohhhhhh!!!" scream princess Hwa suddenly.

"Woyyy, you're this!!!"

The hand that landed pretty on that smooth arm, was none other than and no not, Hana.

Very anxious himself.

"Eat tuh.!!!" hana's reply narrowed her eyes.

"You, you. I'll lure you!!!" threatening the princess Hwa, but only the amused decak that Hana replied.

"It's lucky that you moved when you were on the final steps. If it's still on top, it must have rolled us, you know!!!!" spray Hana warned.

It's dangerous, isn't it???

"Orabeoni, look, you see. How dare he touch me so hard like that." princess Hwa.

"You're drunk, yeah. But I can still do that nyebelin." sambar Hana represents Mr. Kim for Ara's speech earlier.

"Come orabeoni, we're home. This, this, this is not our world. Here it is very strange. "said princess Hwa who walked the tribulation.

"Come home???" mr. Kim's parrots don't understand.

Hope only Hannah hears. Jila others, would immediately misunderstand hearing the words just now.

Moreover, the two of them were not ordinary people. Same as social figures. The difference is one socialite, and the only social one in business.

Their surroundings certainly knew, even the sharp-mouthed netijen knew them.

And, just look, from one corner of the nightclub. There were already several pairs of eyes catching the two of them. Or rather, Ara aka princess Hwa who nempel leech-like binding clay waist belonging to Mr. Kim.

And, from those few pairs of eyes.... Of course, paparazzi and journalists are ready with their alcoholic friends, a delicious meal for connoisseurs of gossip news.

And.....

"Ara-sshi?"

A voice, welcoming those who had already managed to touch the small stairs leading to the exit.

"Oppa Hoon??" Yeah, that's Hana's voice. Surprised to find the man Ara liked, cross paths with her.... With the girl, being in the arms of a man.... Else.