One Night Stand With YOUNG MASTER
About Ardy's mother
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After eating 2 bowls of porridge at once, the man laid his body on the sofa. He asked Jian to massage his sore feet. Jian initially refused, but after the rogue's face turned beautiful, Jian finally did not have the heart either.
Both of Ardy's eyes were closed, enjoying every touch of Jian's hand massage. But not for long, the face turned into a look of sadness.
"Your massage reminds me of someone."
Ardy's voice distracts Jian from kki who is not so much in the feather.
"Who?" ask without stopping the massage on the man's feet.
"My father's wife alm."
"Your mother?"
"I told you not to mention that word in front of me, I hate to hear it!" cecar Ardy's.
"Yes, I'm sorry!" said it. "Mmc ... Do you like massage?" tanyanya.
"Hem. When I was a kid, he used to massage my feet before going to bed. Because every day I play ball. He didn't want me the next day I couldn't play ball anymore if my feet hurt. But, I forgot when was the last time he did that," the story ended with a bitter smile.
"Even though he killed your father like you said, he's the one who played a major role in your life. You can't hate him!" jian was wise.
Jian was startled as Ardy suddenly woke up and looked at him with sharp eyes. He immediately looked down not daring to look into those eyes.
Ardy's heart was slightly filled with the last sentence Jian said. His sharp eyes turned into a sad look. But he did not want to be easily influenced by the woman's words. That man had betrayed his father in a vile way and he would not be able to forgive him. I will forever hate.
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The sun was again diverted by the moon who faithfully accompanied the darkness of the night sky. Ardy laid his body on the bed staring at the empty ceiling. It was quite quiet and only the sound of the clockwork seconds was heard.
Jian's words this afternoon continued to ring in his ears. As if not to escape his mind. Repeatedly he changed his sleeping position even to cover his ears using a pillow, but still unable to repel it.
"Aaaarghh.." he was frustrated, throwing the pillow at the door.
He breathed a little, then sat leaning on the head of the bed. His feelings had begun to calm down a little, but the speech was still ringing.
"He wasn't so bad, but why would he kill a father by betraying him. He knew if Dad had heart disease. Even he himself took care of it during my father's illness."
"He killed my father! Even when he was pronounced dead, he did not come. She's a cruel woman! I hate him." he added.
A speck of crystal clear liquid came out from his eyes. It was not that he was crybaby, it was just that he was venting a chest-stifling pain. All adult men in the world must have cried, if he could not bear the pain that others could not know.
"But, wait!" Ardy wiped away the tears that were about to pour down his cheeks.
"Where is he now? And, who's the one who sent that picture to Dad?"
Suddenly Ardy was just thinking about it.
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