Mr. Zen's Plain Wife

A Blowing Morning

The sound of heavy rain, making the air cooler even though it is in a closed room. People will definitely prefer to warm the body into a blanket, rather than getting up and doing activities.

Same is the case with a girl with still using a party dress, which increasingly rolls her body under the covers.

In contrast to a man who has been fresh and increasingly handsome in a white cameja wrapped tightly wrapped his sturdy body.

The elongation came out of the girl's lips. Slowly, his eyes opened and twitched adjusting his vision to the light of the lamp. The girl's netra surrounded the entire room.

The wrinkles were clearly imprinted on his forehead. "Where is this?" As he rubbed his eyes, he started to go down the bed and walked out.

His body goosebumps as he feels a breath right behind his neck. The burly hand crept onto his shoulder and almost hit his chest as the size of the hand was quite large.

Then, pull up the Off-Shoulder or Sabrina shirt that has sagged to show the smooth shoulders and half of the chest of the girl, to cover the parts that arouse the passion of the man.

"Don't lure me," said the man in a heavy tone. If other women heard it, perhaps they would scream in disrespect.

Girls with make-up are scattered, turning their bodies, until their bodies are attached. "Elena fishing, Mr Zen? But Elena doesn't have a fishing rod, Mr. Zen isn't a fish either, so how can it be?" he puffed his head up, staring at the towering Zen as he blinked his eyes.

Zen growled low. However, in an instant, the man's countenance returned neutral. "Of course, it doesn't matter. You better take a shower, and then meet me."

It seemed, Elena did not accept it and continued to ask. "But—, ah!"

"Akhs! Pain ...." Elena's eyes glazed over, preparing to shed a clear liquid.

"Shit!" Zen cussed, then crouched down to touch the feet of Elena who had flushed and bled out.

"Master! Don't touch!" Destroyed Elena's defense. Her tears broke, then sobbed loudly.

Zen was getting frustrated. For some reason, he was a little touched to see Elena's face crying out loudly withstanding the pain. After all, it was he who caused Elena to become like that.

The current keperdulian Zen is certainly different. Zen did not care for the women, because they put their feelings on him, even though he had some memorization.

Different again if he is the pure cause, it is certain he will be responsible. And that's just a handful of people who have ever been held accountable. In fact, it might be less than ten.

Zen also did not care about them—women or men who were nice to him, because he knew that most of them were just sycophants.

Not knowing what else to say, Zen told Elena to take a bath first. "You better take a shower now. After that, I'll— it's the most important thing you take a shower first."

"But, her legs can't be moved .. if she gets sick water ...," Elena squeaked in her tears.

"Damn it! Now what do I have to do?" Zen sighed in frustration. He had never been in a situation like this, let alone with an innocent girl. Never imagined in the slightest. Fiks, this is a very troublesome morning during Zen's life.