Forced Young Marriage
Chapter 30
"i'm just not intentionally because I rushed so beak sembangan" elak Zay before receiving the towel brought by Dey.
"alah boong, rich I don't know how you behave" Dey's lips make Zay bite his lower lip embarrassed.
Dey immediately returned to the starting place, and continued his work folding his clothes and put them in the closet.
Zay did not close the door after receiving the towel, he immediately wrapped it around his waist and exited the bathroom.
Just as Zay was about to pick up his shirt in the closet, he was right behind Dey who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
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The water falls on Dey's hand, which makes him look up and see Zay from below.
"wet woi, got my shirt ntar" Dey said, pushing Zay's legs slightly away from his back.
Zay does not listen to Dey's reprimand, he still tries to find the clothes he wants to wear at that time.
"duck!" dey felt his heart suddenly beat faster and faster.
The position of Zay seen from below looks alluring, plus water grains that still wet the hair and body parts that are not dried using a towel.
"patience, I'm looking for the clothes I want to wear first" said Zay no longer standing behind Dey, but crouching behind Dey.
Making Dey pushed forward a little, whether Zay intentionally or accidentally did that which makes Dey's heart beat more and more to sound loud if there is a sharp hearing.
"as far as I am, my closet is also my closet, my clothes are also my room, why you are rented" Zay replied casually.
"yes sewot, look at the wet floor gegara lo jalan ga ngeringin feet first, if I jatoh street, how" Dey scolded by pointing to the floor that was rather wet due to Zay's feet.
Zay scratched his still-wet head and made some of the water that was in his hair squirt.
"that's again, cold hair with a small towel, don't come from the bushes, squirt me his problem" said Dey, Zay felt everything he did was wrong.
"well, you take care of me, here help me crave hair" Zay resigned and chose to ask Dey for help.
"ogah dih, why do I help you lo" Dey refused raw.
"your own nagging, so you've got to help me chill my hair" Zay replied, lifting Dey to stand up.
"what the hell is Zay! should I help you?" sumpul Dey lazily, himself still folding clothes that stay a few more.
"yeah, let it dry really, if only I want it still wet" replied Zay casually sitting on the mattress still with a towel wrapped around.
Dey sighed, "whatever it is, what is important now you wear clothes first, you want to catch a cold huh wear old clothes?" nagging Dey again.
"ga, this is just a warm-up so fit me on top of you can be plain without a thread" Zay replied with his blue brain.
Dey shakes Zay's head before handing him the shirt and pants, which Zay took.
