Can I See You Again

Morning Tease

Youra became nauseous. An overwhelming sense of awkwardness that spurred his heartbeat, making his breathing extremely tight. While Prince Hon entered first, salute the brother who was leaning on the bed at the time. "Your Highness the Crown Prince, sorry to have visited you so early in the morning. I've heard the news that you're not feeling well because you're so exhausted. So I came here to swipe." Very friendly Prince Hon voiced, so soon the little girl entered the room her husband was very awkward and trembling.

Prince Hon turned to Youra and smiled at her. "Inadvertently I met my brother-in-law in front of your palace. He also seems to want to visit. Isn't that right, Crown Princess?"

Youra jerks. He who from earlier only lowered his body after giving a respectful greeting finally looked up. Youra turned her head first to Prince Hon and returned the smile of her sister-in-law. "Ah yes, very true Sister-in-law," Youa replied.

"It's a pleasure, you called me with such a call, Your Majesty." Prince Hon showed how happy he was to be called informally by an older brother-in-law who was actually younger than him. The Crown Prince stared at the reaction of the two people who had instead made him jealous. He did not turn away a bit from Youra who just kept smiling at Prince Hon. Until the eyes that Youa kept hold to not look at her husband can no longer be controlled. And, she saw the husband who was also looking at her sharply. In that luxurious bathrobe, her husband was leaning against the cot, revealing an aura of anger.

Youra was surprised, the Crown Prince did not blink an inch from him. Slowly those smile lines were erased from Youra's face. Prince Hon who was smiling also faded his smile. He looked into the eyes of the Crown Prince who kept looking at Youra. Prince Hon smiled, he nodded small afterwards. As if understanding the situation, he rushed to return.

"Your Majesty, I'll resign first. There are some things I need to do. May you be healthy and healed. Oh yes Crown Princess, I'm putting my brother on you." Prince Hon stood up to quickly leave the two of them behind. Youra turned her head back, replying to him with a smile. Now, Youra was completely left behind in her husband's room. She was eager to get out, but she was locked in place because the husband was staring at her.

"Crown Princess, you don't want to go out either? I was busy. Go back to your residence." Youra became even more upset, wanting to scream and slap her husband's face, but she was completely unable to do anything about it. It was unexpected that her husband kicked her out. He's not sticking his head up. Keep his eyes down. Sensing the reach of the spear that struck his heart. Making tears of frustration well up in his eyes.

The Crown Prince was still on the bed, looking at his face sharply.

"Lee Youra, do you know you've hurt my heart? Hundreds of times until I kill myself." I'm sure the Crown Prince said that. It was very clear his pitiful disappointed face. The Crown Prince's voice trembled, he almost cried from being hurt too often. "Go back to your residence," the Crown Prince added trying to calm down. Resisting the disappointment that made him back sick.

Quite quiet, until no sound was heard afterwards. Youra was still silent in the place not moving a bit. The Crown Prince realized, the wife does not seem to want to move. "Lee Youra come closer."

Youra was petrified, she did not come near or go out of her husband's room. "Lee Youra, I said come closer to me, "The Crown Prince is back. Youra straightened her bowed head, looking at that handsome face from where she was sitting. The Crown Prince looked extremely angry. His eyes just kept staring at Youra sharply.

Youra got up from her seat, slowly approaching her husband. He left the edge of the bed, and sat in his corner. "Lee Youra, did you not hear your husband's orders? Approaching."

Youra's heart was pounding, she didn't even come close. Stay seated in the corner of the bed with her pouting face. However, the prestige changed suddenly, as Youra looked back at her husband's pale face. The Crown Prince's face looked very sad. The viscous red liquid that had almost come out of the Crown Prince's nose pulled Youra's body involuntarily to get close. "Crown Prince, are you still sick?" youa asked suddenly the attention did not hesitate to touch the sharp nose with bare hands.

The Crown Prince petrified, watching the face for longer. "Lee Youra, how do you remove the wound in my heart?" ask the pitiful Crown Prince.

"Why smile at another man? But never smile for me." The Crown Prince's question surprised Youa. Youra swallowed her own saliva for it. The Crown Prince who was leaning on the bed did not stop to look at Youra with a deep look of disappointment. Somehow that supposed feeling of fear had turned into fun, making Youa really smile. There was a feeling of relief in his heart. At the very least, the Crown Prince's attitude answered his unease. Her husband, still loves her.

"I apologize to your husband" the Crown Prince ordered so confident in his disappointed look. Youra was locked, her mouth shut, unable to say. After taking so long to slip, Youra tried to make a sound. "Sorry," replied Youra timidly.

After realizing what her mouth had just said, Youra was fixated. Can't go any further than just cleaning the blood coming out of her husband's nose without looking at that handsome face. Hearing Youra's reply, the Crown Prince moved his body closer to Youra's face. The Crown Prince kept looking into his wife's eyes. Youra was still clearing that nose.

In the silence of that morning, the Crown Prince pulled Binyeo (the Crown Princess's conde stab) until Youra's hair unraveled. Youra was surprised, as her eyes looked into the eyes of the husband who was looking at her. Youra became awkward and turned her face. "Yes-his Majesty. Don't look at me like that."

"That night I didn't see it clearly" replied the Crown Prince as close as his wife's face.

"What-what, what does that mean?" youra asked with her face reddened.

"A pretty face that scratches her hair. I want to see it always."

He placed his right palm on the side of Youra's face, slowly bringing her face closer together. Create new rhythms that blow at each other. The Crown Prince brought his red lips closer. Yep, Youra silenced. The Crown Prince explored Youra's beautiful lips with her red lips. The Crown Prince is very fragrant. His face was really, really handsome. His body is tall and strong. Her hair is beautiful and thick. He treats Youra very sweet and never rude, even though Youra always hurts her. She fondly stroked the hair, kissing Youra's lips in love. In no hurry, the Crown Prince is perfect inside and out. Youra was fixated, as those lips explored her lips freely. It was so long, that Youra could only give in. Not returning the game.

"Lee Youra, until when do you keep hurting me?" The Crown Prince raised his lips, currently looking at Youra closely once.

"We part, only if I die" whispered the Crown Prince softly with his fragrant breath, too close. His eyes still continued to stare at Youra's red lips.

She smiled looking at Youra's flushed face. Touching Youra's lips with her hands. "I know you don't love me" the Crown Prince said as he crawled Youra's lips with his fingers. "But I will be the first and last to feel it" the Crown Prince added very happily.

He pulled Youra's body closer and simply stuck to his field, smelling those filled lips back. This time not too long but very sweet and full of emotions. Youra was very claustrophobic as the Crown Prince continued to play with his lips. He did not reply to anything, only pecked and could no longer move. The Crown Prince clutched him quite affectionate and strong.

The tightness grew even more as the Crown Prince gawked down Youra's neck with his heavy breath. The Crown Prince touched that beautiful hair. Gently handles it from the base to the tip. Bringing him closer to his nose and lips. Shortly after, he sniffed and kissed her.

The Crown Prince took the skewer of konde that he took off, helping Youra tie her hair back. The husband lifted the hair slowly before he actually put the skewer into his wife's hair. He peeked at the nape of the wife and lowered a bit of Youra's dress until her shoulders were visible. The Crown Prince remained silent, waiting for a reaction whether Youra would be angry or not. In fact, Youra did not rebel, making the Crown Prince even more convinced to kiss that shoulder for a very long time. Then he lifted his face again.

Youra turned her body around after the Crown Prince finished. Youra timidly looked at her husband's face. "What is the country's job so much that you get sick like this?" youa asked a little awkwardly. This was the first time Youra asked as if she was talking. The Crown Prince nodded spoiledly in front of him.

The Crown Prince's overly handsome face, making Youa powerless to linger looking at him, he turned that face away quickly.

"Don't turn your face away from your husband again" the Crown Prince withered in his spoiled tinge of disappointment, again grabbing onto Youra's cheek to immediately look at him again.

Is that right, my husband killed my brother? Why, I want to hug her? Show me that you are not the culprit, Your Majesty, My Husband.