Alesia: My KetBok, My Hubby!

91: Wound!

Lesya walked leisurely towards the direction of her motorbike. However, one of the ten of them, got back up and threw a knife at Lesya until it was pierced in her stomach.

"Shhhhhhhhhh! " Lesya grimaced little feeling it. Elvan who saw, approached Lesya. He immediately pulled out the knife that was stuck in Lesya's stomach. "Argh! " ringing.

Lesya held Elvan's burly arm as a crutch. Elvan threw the knife back at the perpetrator and the perpetrator returned unconscious.

Elvan who saw Lesya grimacing in pain while holding her stomach quickly took off the suit she was wearing when she met her father's clan earlier.

Elvan quickly tapped on Lesya's waist to seal the blood on her back abdomen. "It can still be you, right? "

Lesya nodded, "But the pain of sitting" Elvan twisted his brain. He remembered that Lesya's motorcycle holder was soft enough to sit on.

He quickly held Lesya ala bridal style and brought her to the bike. Lesya put her hand on Elvan's neck.

Luckily the streets looked empty. Previously Elvan had told his men to take care of ten people earlier. Lesya turned her eyes everywhere as long as not to Elvan's face.

Elvan lowered Lesya on the back seat carefully. Lesya immediately removed her arm from Elvan's neck.

Elvan types a message to his father, Angga if he and Lesya will go to his apartment. Can't be if they go home in this condition?

Elvan is still sane this time. He doesn't want to get the hospitality of his mother's speech later. After all, the location of Elvan's apartment from that place is very close.

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Lesya held onto her stomach which was hurting. His blood still doesn't want to stop. His mouth was muttering and swearing at the person who stabbed him just now.

Elvan picks up the P3K box in his closet and approaches Lesya who continues to grumble. "Diamond*n! It's also blood why doesn't it stop anyway? Want to prick you?! " small murmur.

Elvan quickly opened the uniform under Lesya which was drenched in blood. Lesya quickly rounded her eyes and hit Elvan's hand.

"God! Don't fuck around! Take me to the hotel! You think I want to huh!? " Elvan doesn't care what Lesya says.

He picked up the scissors and cut a bit of the bandage. "Don't move! " Lesya was frozen to hear it.

Elvan squeaked his temples dizzy. The point of his speech is not that he forbids Lesya to be silent like a statue. But he doesn't care.

Elvan tearfully opens Lesya's school uniform at the bottom and begins to treat the stab wound. Lesya could only remain silent.

Up to one drop of alcohol is poured slightly on the cotton which makes Lesya slumped to the back of the mattress. "Yeah! Not far! "

Elvan holds Lesya's hands together and attaches them to the wall. While one hand back to treat Lesya's stab wound.

Lesya bit her lower lip tightly as her stomach felt the drops of alcohol had been touched in her stab wound. Unable to bear the pain of the wound, Lesya clawed at Elvan's hand holding it.

The creeet!

Elvan glared at the scratch given by Lesya. However, he did not budge even tightened his prisoners. "Don't move! " sharply.

Lesya swung her lips to hear him. Actually he was used to feeling the drops of alcohol. However, it hurts to use it again. "Sst! Slowly woy! Painful tauk! "

"Would you fight in the street if you don't want to get sick? " asked Elvan flatly without taking his eyes off. "They are the ones who are on the road! "

He released his prisoner because one hand had to pick up a small piece of iron there. His face was approaching towards Lesya's stomach making Lesya amused herself to feel Elvan's breath. "Pan, ticklish! "

"Ssttt! " small ringis Lesya. He grabbed Elvan's hair hard as he felt something coming out of his stomach.

Lesya's blood came back even if only a little. "Sat! What the hell is pan? " Lesya celinguk will see the small iron from the knife earlier. "Iron? Wow, war is a child! "

When Lesya wants to move on, Elvan pulls her to stay still. "Diem! " Lesya locked her mouth tightly and swung her lips at a glance. "Warlock! " small Lesya muttered.

Elvan doesn't care about Lesya's mumbling. After finishing treating Lesya's wounds, Elvan put the P3K box back in the nightstand drawer. Lesya held her own wound.

Elvan moved on and let Lesya there hold and fumble in obscurity. He went to the bathroom and performed his bathing ritual.

"Shhhhhhh! How sick is it? The feeling of that time was not as painful as this! Did the guy just prick me nyampe got kidney? What is kidney trus gw? " racau Lesya is a little sniffy.

He reached out his hand to take the TV remote that was on the nightstand. He pressed the red button that made the TV on. "What's that look like? "

"Indosiar? The sinetron! Indocellian? The actor! The indomie? The food! Ah yes! Cooking indomie tasty isn't it? " molog Lesya is excited again after getting an idea of her activities today.

Lesya is a person who does not easily shut up. If he joined in a bit, he would definitely do something strange! Such as stepping on the TV remote, jumping on the mattress, tearing the sofa, etc.

With the rest of his strength, Lesya went down with a hand that held her wound. "Fucking injury*n! Really sick! "

Lesya stretched her muscles. "This is delicious! " Quickly drinya walked to the kitchen even though he was a little targeted there because he did not know the location.

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