The Choice of a Little Girl Papa

A pedophile?

A woman walks down a quiet street, another drop of rain water accompanying her every heart.a woman who is repeatedly scarred by every man she loves.

you moron! it is very stupid.it is easy every man he loves it always hurt him. Behind the smile that always expands, behind the face that always shows his cheerfulness. now only a deep sadness on his beautiful face.

the car horn behind him ignored, the rush of rainwater able to cover his listeners.

"you want to die?" pull the woman's arm.

the one who was pulled just silent, felt his gaze become blurry and his legs were squeezed.he fell to the chest of the man in front of him.

"hey wake up, miss I'm not your bed" keep the woman's soaked body away.

"he fainted?" without further ado, he immediately lifted her into the car, no matter what clothes were wet too.

"she's that woman, right?" get rid of wet hair that covers.

"where's the house?" start running the car at average speed.

the car drove up to break the puddle, although he did not know where to take it but he still did his car.

but he instead put his car into a luxury apartment because he did not know where to go.

he forgot gaes not on purpose ok!?.

"call the receptionist" stepped casually past the guard while holding the girl there.

one of the guards there immediately stepped his foot out.

"astaga is very troublesome" put carelessly the tiny body in the mattress.

"don't leave me" she said, grabbing the man's hand.

the man took off the rough tiny hand that was coiled around his wrist.he felt very uncomfortable if his body was touched by someone else.

"troublesome" throw the tie in any direction.

"excuse me sir" a voice accompanied by a knock on the door.

"change her clothes" pointed with her chin after she opened the door.

”the first woman he brought to his apartment" murmured the receptionist staring at the chaotic woman there.

***

"hoamm" the sound of someone yawning in bed.

"so sleep huh?" the heavy and hoarse voice managed to make the woman aghast.

"who areyou?" screams screeching.

"you reckon?" holding his head up with his hands on the table.

"what are you doing?" looking down at the blanket. it's safe he said, but. hey this isn't his shirt!!

he just realized:)

"asshole" threw the pillows that were there.

but none of them managed to hit the man who was sitting relaxed while supporting his head there.

"wait! he's not.." blinked his eyes.

"k–kau zan right?" he said he rounded his eyes.

"are you not amnesia, miss?" get closer to the bed.

"don't come near" his screech turned his body.

the man named Zan kept approaching very casually and with a difficult expression to interpret and explain.

clocked

a strangulation touch landed on the woman's forehead.The pain felt combined with the flat face of the man in front of her.

"why are you touching my forehead?" her scream held onto her forehead which seemed to be flushed red.

"so that your brain runs smoothly" back away from there.

"what's not smooth is that your brain is not my brain" she said, wiping her forehead.

cf.

"pedophile base, flat face, rough" his screeches a very flat-faced zan there.

"i should have let her be kidnapped by a real pedophile last night" she muttered.

"what!!" again the woman screamed.

"you don't wear a scream can't you?" sounds a little snapping.

the woman immediately fell silent wrapped her body tightly there.she did not remember anything, which she remembered only her former lover who was a jerk.

"what have you done with me?" he said slowly staring at the towering man in front of him.

"keep that mind of yours" stared flatly and cynically.

"how do I keep him away? I woke up in a place I didn't recognize at all, instantly shocked by the flat-faced ice cubes and looked at this!!" taking off the blankets "i woke up in a dress I didn't recognize at all, obviously this is a man's shirt, you pedophile!!!" fierce face with arms stretched out.

a very oversized shirt, sleeves that were thrashing there and also a slightly sagging shirt showing a little shoulder. zan immediately shifted his eyes.

"pedophile base" covered her slightly translucent chest.

zan looked at a large painting stuck to the wall.Attracting his mind that the woman looked cute with that oversized shirt.

"hiks papa I'm not peraw–"

clocked

one jolt harder landed again on his forehead.really this felt more pain.just almost the clear details were spilled.

"who change your clothes receptionist don't think of that kind" staring at the beads that have been glazed "one more I'm not a pedophile, not a pedophile, if you say it again I will drag it out in this condition" his gaze was really fixed and sharp.

"he's very handsome but very creepy" unknowingly the clear details just came out.

"m–maaf" she looked down.

"no need to cry, if you want to get out of clothes, breakfast and transportation for you I have prepared" snatched his suit without looking back.

"wait" a little out of position.

zan looked around waiting for what she wanted.

"t–thank you" sounds soft but don't forget the owner of the ears like a rabbit.

zan came out to leave the woman who was still in her place.he did not bother her, after all there was nothing to be bothered with.

"you're a fool" hit his own head a little hard.

"god, don't find me again with him, hix" clenched his hand.

stupid fool was all he said to symbolize himself earlier.so stupid even he had also opened his blanket. SO STUPID!!!

SERIATE

ps: remind the author if there is a typo