Emily's soul mate

CONTAGIOUS

Emily still half-believing, seeing her new hair now. The woman was speechless and almost unblinking looking at her reflection in the large mirror in front of her.

It was Galen who chose this hairstyle for Emily, and look at it now!

Emily barely recognized herself with her shoulder-length hair cut in a bob-layer model where the back looks thinner than the front.

"Beautiful!" Praise Galen for grabbing Emily's shoulders from behind.

"It's really me, Yang?" Ask Emily who still believes.

Emily rubbed her new hair which now felt lighter.

"No! It's Emily, my wife!" Galen replied jokingly.

"Gee!" Emily hits Galen's arm which is now embracing her.

"Capek, right?" Galen asks the next one who still faithfully embraces Emily from behind.

Again at the salon!

Even embrace like a new teenager kasmaran only.

You are shameless!

"If you're tired why not why? Still afternoon. Don't tell me you want to glue me" Galen shut Emily's mouth because she couldn't lower the volume.

"Let's go home! Later we talk in the car," Take Galen who has already let go of her embrace to Emily and head to the cashier.

Emily looked once more at her appearance in the mirror, just before following Galen out of the salon.

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"So don't go home, honey?" Ask Emily who I don't know how many times.

Galen's car hasn't left the salon parking lot since, because Galen is still busy kissing Emily's new hair and the nape and neck of his wife.

"In a moment," replied Galen who had now invited Emily to the back seat of the car.

"Geez! Don't be a pervert, Galen! We can go home first and do it in the room!" Emily protested while wriggling because she felt amused at Galen who had not stopped kissing her neck since.

Even now Galen has pulled down the zipper tunic worn Emily, and continued to kiss the white shoulder Emily.

"Sensation's different!" Galen replied before going back to kiss Emily's shoulder to leave a reddish stain there.

"It's still in the parking lot, honey! How will people see you later?" Emily rem*s Galen's hair as her husband's lips have explored and began to climb up the hill on Emily's chest.

"Dark horse. No one will see" Gale replied casually.

"Gee! Don't go far!" Emily screeched small because Galen was sucking strong Emily's twin hill tip.

"It's the same with this!" Galen muttered that he kept sucking on it while occasionally playing his tongue.

"Darling, it's!" Emily tried to pull Galen's head away from her chest, which was now filled with red marks from Galen's actions.

"Yes, already! Muuah!" Galen's changing Emily's lips now.

Basic pervert!

"We're going home now!" Take Emily firmly.

"No! Let's find lingerie for you first! I want to see you wear lingerie tonight with new hair, like it's gonna look sexy." Galen replied, glancing mischievously toward Emily.

"Not to be weird!" Emily who had moved to the front seat, hit Galen's shoulder whose mind only contained perverted things since duren last night.

Isha!

Where is the afternoon!

Soon night.

Galen's gonna have Emily plant some more seeds tonight until tomorrow morning.

"Let's have dinner outside, yeah!" Galen opened the chat, while waiting for the traffic light that was still red.

"Whatever! I don't want to cook in your house anymore either" replied Emily, whose tone had changed.

Emily put her elbow in the car window, and threw her face out the window, staring at the sky that had turned orange.

"Still lashing!" Galen poking nose

Dung Emily, before re-pressing the gas pedal because the traffic light has turned green now.

"Not snagging! I just know myself!" Emily's looking for an excuse.

"Mommy is the same Papi does not like to wear a maid at home. That's why there are no maids at home, and all the homework is done together" Galen began the story.

"So that's the reason you're a cooking pinter. Maybe Ghea also cooks pinter. Papi Bian as well."

"Eh, but Papi Bian is the chef. Yes it's natural to cook pinter," Emily continued muttering.

"Mom can't cook. I saw the knife immediately trembling," Galen chimed a little.

"Seriously? How odd?" Emily asked confusedly.

"Yes, really! You don't try to stick a knife at Mom! Can pass out Mom later," Galen still chuckles.

"What's your family weird about, anyway?" Emily scratched her head.

"Gee! Don't scratch your head, Em! It was done in creambath, hair is also beautiful, how to scratch again!" Galen grouse that immediately jerked Emily's hand and grasped it so as not to be used again scratching.

"You were also scratching your head right at home!" Emily protests that remember Galen who is now also a hobby of scratching the head.

"It's a contagious disease! That's why you stopped scratching so, let me not catch it!" Galen's answer presents reasons and theories that Emily thinks are very strange.

Is scratching a contagious disease?

"I scratch again, let you shake! Again, again!" Emily scratched her head with a sebak lebay made Galen clucked.

"Emily, stop!" Galen Gertak.

"Tetooots! The wrong keyword! I'm scratching again!" Emily does not stop teasing Galen who is still focused on driving.

Galen was seen banging his car's driver for a stupor.

"You really are, yeah, Em! I'll teach you a lesson after this!" Threatening Galen whose eyes are now glaring, but without looking at Emily.

Galen circled his gaze to the left and right of the road, until suddenly Galen's car turned into a hotel parking lot.

Huh, what do you want to do to the hotel?

Didn't Galen say he was looking for lingerie?

"Why are we going to the hotel?" Emily asked, staring confusedly at Galen.

"Give you punishment and lessons" Galen replied with a frightening grin that Emily herself did not know what she meant.

A penalty?

What penalty?

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