My Beloved's Choice Woman

Lilie, My Wife's

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Veron looked at the ceiling of his room, his lips often commented on the smile remembered by the party. There was no feeling of fatigue in his body.

"Not slept?"

Zello did choose to accompany the guests until the event was over. Unlike Veron who was two hours ago in the room.

"Not sleepy yet" said Veron staring at Zello at a glance.

"I want to clean my body first" Zello said, heading to the bathroom.

When Zello was in the bathroom, Veron chose to pull the blanket and close his eyes as soon as possible to quickly get to sleep.

Veron's various sleeping positions tried but he never went to sleep.

Veron was in a sleeping position to his back where Zello was, the bathroom door was open. Veron closed his eyes perfectly, pretending to be asleep. How can he deal with Zello now. Especially in the room and bed after what he did at the party.

The movement in the bed made Veron's chest rebound irregularly.

"Have you slept?" zello. "Are you pretending to be asleep?" continued.

Veron's forehead was clinging to Zello's silly question. Zello could have said that word. What that means is that he is very visible j is pretending to be asleep, or Zello is just guessing because he once pretended to sleep. Veron, who had intended to sleep, became increasingly difficult to sleep.

"Lilly."

Zello touched Veron's shoulder with his finger, playing it there that ran all the way up to his back. "Lilly." Call Zello again.

Zello's fingers were still dancing on Veron's back, making drawings and writing there.

'Lilie, My Wife' the writing that Veron could read from the friction of Zello's finger on his back.

'Basically, men are never satisfied with one woman'. Inner Veron. 'And stupidly I got carried away by his sweet attitude'.

Zello still nosily played his index finger, putting gentle pressure on Veron's back.

"Zello, you're disturbing my sleep." Veron complained quietly without any movement in his body.

"How can I interrupt your sleep if you're not actually sleeping."

"I don't sleep, but I want to sleep." Veron turned his head for a moment to Zello with an annoyed face.

"Mm .. I just want to do my routine. If you're looking back at me, how can I kiss your forehead."

Oh. Veron was stunned for a short while he turned his body and faced each other with Zello.

Veron advanced his head, thrusting his forehead at Zello while his eyes were already perfectly closed. "Come on!"

It had been a while since Veron thrust his forehead but there was no soft pecking feeling on his forehead. Though his heart has been anchored with boisterous waiting for the routine that he began to like.

Not feeling Zello's soft lips made Veron open his eyes, and he saw Zello with an anxious face with a laugh.

"If you don't want to, yes already" said Veron annoyed and intend to flip his body.

"here." Zello held Veron's body moving further, which kept him in the same position.

"Sorry to joke" said Zello, who then gave a soft peck on Veron's forehead. Finished giving a soft kiss on the forehead, Zello turned to look at Veron's face, Veron's eyes were open to make them meet each other and dissolve in a warm atmosphere, the heat as if starting to spread to themselves.

"Lilly." Zello said slowly. The hot air that Veron was feeling made Zello's voice sound very sensual. Veron's chest puffed up by itself ready to welcome more treatment from Zello.

Veron's eyes closed as Zello further eroded the distance of their faces.

"Zello."

Bukk.

Zello's body was sprawled in the bed by Veron's strong push.

Zello was stunned in his position, as if he had just been disturbed while having a good dream. He could still feel the heat in his body. His face was blushing, not expecting the two of them to go this far.

Zello's lips smiled faintly to find Veron who had turned his back on him again whom he believed to be ashamed.

'How do I say it? How start? Is he gonna believe me, while I'm already bad in his eyes'. Zello rattled his hair in annoyance.

"Lie."

Zello hugged Veron from behind, extending a hand to his face. Gives touch slowly and gently on each part of Veron's face, eyebrows, eyelids, nose and lips.

Veron held his breath with all his might so that his chest that was too tight could not be read by Zello. Biting his own lips felt the sensual touch of Zello's finger on his face. The touch and feeling lodged in his heart made the touch feel foreign, very beautiful very intoxicating, as if he was flying over nirvana.

Jemari Veron squeezed her nightgown, a beautiful feeling she could not get rid of. Although she was only a contract wife, not her real woman.

Amidst the beautiful feeling Veron realized he was like a third person. It was amazing to feel this feeling despite being the third person.

'Worthy of many who are willing to be the third person' Veron's silly inner self.

"Zello." Prevent Veron.

Veron felt already claustrophobic and forced to be satisfied, this should be more than enough, Veron did not dare to accept more.

"I'm sleepy," Veron continued.

"Yes." Yeah." There was a slightly disappointed tone from Zello, but Zello was quite familiar with their situation. Zello's hand turned to Veron's, grasping it tightly.

"Zello .. I'm like a third person. How can I be a part of a striped-nose guy like you."

"Hahaha silly, but I've guessed your thinking." Zello kissed Veron on the nape.

"Don't do that again!" Veron.

"Yes ...."

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It doesn't feel like Veron and Zello have been in Paris for a week. A sparkling face was always on Veron's face. Except at night with Zello in the room. Veron's white face is often reddened by the actions of Zello's prankster who not infrequently makes his heart excited or annoying. Despite the annoying nature of Zello will still be a sweet flashback for Veron.

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Veron who was sitting in the middle bed was focused on seeing Zello who looked serious with his gadget. Although Zello's face signifies a look of seriousness, Zello's face still looks handsome.

He saw Zello who was walking down and down in front of Veron like an iron. Making Veron have to be moved and shut his mouth for holding back a laugh. Veron alone is also confused with himself, Zello who is frivolous even looks very adorable.

"You'll finally lift up, too. Where have you been" Zello said. Even Veron who originally wanted to laugh so quietly was astonished. Moreover, Zello's voice echoed in the room, making Veron hold his chest in surprise.

"You really can't count on it!" Zello's voice again sounded not only loud but also frustrated.

"Actually what is your job? Just in a week's stay you've dared to bother me."

'What? Disturbing' Veron sat in wonder.

"Damn."

Zello hung up the phone and directly massaged the temple with one hand.

"You're here?" Contact Zello.

"Can, I was here from now on" Veron said carefully. Fear of Zello's anger.

"I don't think you can get angry hehe." Connect Veron.

"Sorry." Sesal Zello, who then sat beside Veron.

"Zello, is there a problem?"

"Little."

"Company?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Zello, you scold that one over there but like I'm being upset. You're making me a little ... scared."

"Yes, sorry. I completely forgot you were here."

"Zello, maybe a massage on your head will ease your upset. Do you want me to massage." Fresh Veron.

Zello smiled faintly and nodded, sitting on the lip of the bed while Veron instantly put pressure and a gentle massage on his head.

"How does it feel?"

"Boy, a wife's massage is always good."

"Start boasting."

"I'm serious."

"Yes, I believe. My massage is nothing that can match."

"Lie, because of work. We're not flying to Italy today."

"Oh, no problem. Italy is your wish. My wish here is to meet papa's mama."

"Sucks." Grous Zello.

"What are you talking about? Are you not satisfied with your vacation? Can be next time. You're usually crazy at work, why be so angry."

Zello sighed resentfully, disappointed in himself and the plan he had laid out could not be carried out.

Dingan gadget Zello, break the atmosphere of their momentary silence. Zello looked at the screen of his gadget and immediately received the call.

"Darl!" Rossa's Voice.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why does it sound so weak." Rossa's voice was concerned.

"I'm not going to Italy."

"Why?"

"The company's problem."

There was nothing Veron could do except to be a listener in the middle of his hand. He bowed while biting his own lips, feeling the discomfort that was seeping in his chest. Suddenly Veron became crybaby, in the corner of his eyes flowed a circle of water.

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