CEO of Cold Conqueror Hearts

Soul turmoil

"Nara.. aren't you hungry?"

Three knocks on the door did not make the occupant reply.

"I make a special fried rice loh, topping sausage and seafood."

Two dishes of fried rice that were still warm were held tightly by both hands. With a little cleverness at his disposal, Arion tried to practice the most powerful fried rice recipe he watched on the Youtube channel of one of the famous chefs.

The night is not yet late, if you choose to eat dinner - again - before going to bed later. Ten o'clock over five menti. Arion believes Nara hasn't slept.

Of course, Nara was holding her tummy back. At work, he had eaten. But just a little. Smelling the aroma of fried rice made by Arion made the worms in his intestines again scream.

He escapes and shuts himself up in the room after pushing Arion down and crashing into a chair on the balcony.

Nara's thumb was busy scrolling through the phone screen. The number is filled by seven handsome men who are preparing for their latest comeback single titled Butter.

Next to him was Edsel who had snored. His sleep got better because Nara deliberately played a song that was suitable for listening to while sleeping, Still With you. Baby can not be choosy, he will be willing to listen to any song played.

At first Nara was lazy to go out the room again and meet the pervert. Remembering what Arion was going to do. Wanna kiss her? aren't they?

Depressing the existing ego, Nara finally came out of the room because the shadow of fried rice continued to dance on her head.

"What?? What was?? Bawdy guy!" Nara pretends. Though his eyes immediately glared at the plate containing fried rice. Ah, the smell alone is already delicious.

"Who is perverted. Don't be a ngaco." Arion laughing.

"So what was it? near-nearest? he said he didn't have a crush on me?"

Arion's behavior earlier, almost made him die standing. Made stiff and shaking all over the body. Nara has never been close to any man. Just dating has never been.

Nara is a little closed among her friends, she is not easy to get along with. So that he has no friends who are really familiar. But if you already know someone, then his attitude will be immediately visible. Now Arion and Kevin are the victims of hearing the babble of the intern secretary. Soon, the test is over. Nara will officially be appointed as a secretary who deserves a thumbs up. He's Arion's confidant after Kevin.

"Oh, that one... " Arion rolled his eyeballs randomly. Find a reason to save yourself. " That's it, just saying there's a mosquito on your cheek. But you pushed me to the chair."

"Lied!! "

Where could Nara immediately believe.

"Look at yourself, your cheeks are swollen from being bitten by mosquitoes." Arion pointed with his chin.

Curious. Nara immediately turned around and headed towards the long mirror hanging on the wall of her room. Arion patiently waited in the doorway. The fried rice of the silent witness, will soon be cold.

Nara rubbed her red cheek, there was a small lump there. It's a mosquito bite.

"really right? I'm not lying." Arion from a distance.

Nara's lips curled up unconcernedly. His face now felt as thick as a wall as it held in shame.

Nara thought it was Arion......

"Kiss you?? That easy?? I'm not the perverted guy you think I am" replied Arion confidently, then thrusting a plate of Rice at Nara.

Damnit. Nara was caught red-handed again.

...----------------...

A blue box was placed on the table after Nara finished her breakfast. Arion who was having breakfast with him immediately diverted attention to the box.

"I don't have a birthday, why do you give me a gift" guessed Arion. He deliberately made a joke to melt the atmosphere.

"This is not a gift. Too confident." Nara grunts. Then open the box and show it.

"I'm returning this shirt. It must belong to Shera, right?"

The pink dress that Nara wore some time ago was able to successfully treat Arion's longing in someone. They were indeed different women, having no resemblance in any respect. But when Nara puts on Shera's clothes, instantly a beautiful piece of memories about her is pulled over in memory.

Pink, Syera's favorite color. They bought the shirt on their first date while watching the movie.

"Duhhh his clothes became dirty," complained Syera when Pepsi he was enjoying spilled and left a pretty lot of stains on his lap, worse yet the shirt was partially wet.

That's because Arion doesn't stop teasing Syera, tickling her and playing around. As a result, the soda they were enjoying had to dirty Syera's clothes.

After attending a classmate's birthday party. Arion invites Syera to stop by his house. At first Syera refused loudly, she was embarrassed if she had to meet with Arion's parents. But mischievously Arion whispered softly in his lover's ear.

"Mom and Dad are out of town. There's nobody home."

With a tantalizing whisper, Syera then complies with Arion's invitation to visit her home. They spent nearly two hours watching a movie while enjoying a few snacks.

"Ups! Sorry." which." Arion laughed loudly because he managed to destroy Syera. "You just change my clothes. Kayakanya is small. Wanna?"

Arion is worried that Syera will catch a cold if she wears wet clothes. While he offered his clothes so that the pink dress was cleaned first the stains before being worn again when Syera came home later.

"Can." Consider Syera while trying to dry her clothes with a tissue even though it did not work at all.

"Yes already. I'll get you the shirt." Arion moved, but his hand was immediately taken by Syera.

"Couthful. I'm gonna go see your room."

As Syera knew, the boy's room must have been like a broken ship. The walls are dirty and full of graffiti and artist's drawings. In addition, musty aroma will also dominate due to too many dirty clothes hanging.

If it turns out that her lover is also like that, just be prepared, Syera has prepared a punishment for Arion. The leaves of his ears will be reddened because in the jewel with a strong.

"Please come in." Arion reached out his hand while bowing.

"Not bad." Syera is directly exploring. Arion's room wasn't as bad as he thought. Everything is neat and clean. "Surely your Assistant is cleaning up all the time, right?" guess Sera.

"Wrong. I always clean my own room. No one can enter at will, let alone an assistant."

"Oh yeah? is there a male rare species like you?" Syera does not believe. Her female soul is defeated by Arion who turns out to be super meticulous in cleanliness.

"There's dong. You are just ridiculing!" Arion was upset because he was rejected by Syera, he immediately ambushed the slender waist of Syera and criticized her.

"Delight!! " Shera turned his body and tried to run away from Arion. But Arion managed to lock the slim body of his lover.

Their legume pupils meet in an indistinct body. The cold air turned warm. Their entire bodies were stiff and suddenly something was creeping and rustling from head to toe.

The youthful blood rush that roared violently, able to conquer all logic and possibilities.

Lips meet, tongues dance. Decak saliva becomes a beautiful rhythm that is harmonious with the roar of the teenager's breath burning romance.

The pleasure of the world really exists. They went through it with a misty napkin.

"Mister! Mister!" Nara flicked her palm repeatedly in front of Arion. "You think of something???"

Nara was curious because her interlocutor did not respond to their conversation.

"Ah, Sorry." Arion gasped and he came to his senses from his daydream.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...