Trapped in Love with Casanova

Still not conscious

Zifran opened his eyes hearing someone put a tray filled with dinner on the nightstand right beside his bed.

"Sir Zi, dinner is ready, sorry is this the only one in your kitchen?" Maisya showed me a plate of rice with eggs on it.

"Thanks, I've been paying the same attention." Zifran looked at Maisya.

"Either. Do you want to eat alone or do I want a bribe?" bargain Maisya.

"Boat it, yes, when the sick tell them to eat themselves. Where there is history!" Zifran pursed his lips for a few inches.

Maisya who saw him rolled his eyes panted while sighing deeply.

'There is a model person like this.' his inner

Maisya took a tray on the nightstand, then he put it on both his thighs. "Gue just found out, a Zifran Alanta if you are sick is spoiled too!" he said while putting food in Zifran's mouth.

"Kasak-in, ukhuk...!"

'Crazy son mikin not about!' her inner self while grimacingly staring at Maisya's face.

"Lo why brother? Not good at my cooking?" Maisya put down his spoon, then he gave Zifran a glass of water. "Sister is drinking first!" Maisya looked so panicked when Zifran suddenly coughed after eating the food he made.

"Thank you!" Zifran gave the glass back to Maisya.

"I don't feel good, brother? Sorry I can't cook!"

"Taste good! I'm out!" Zifran took over the plate that Maisya was holding.

"Sir Zi, if it's not good to hear you vomit, your face shoots really."

Zifran paid no heed to Maisya's words, he continued to include a spoonful after a spoonful of food Maisya made for himself.

He did not want Maisya to feel disappointed with all the efforts he had done would look futile. With all the compulsion Zifran chewed the food until it ran out and was not left on his plate.

"Cwil, dwong mwinum, gwe house!" said Zifran with a full mouth while chewing.

Maisya looked confused by Zifran's words just now. "Lo, what the hell, brother? That's the obvious one, by the way. That's rice swallowed so dirty anyway lo!"

"I'm drinking Shay! You want to kill me" said Zifran after a long struggle with difficulty he swallowed it.

Maisya gave Zifran a glass of water. He put the plate back into the tray .

"Have you taken your medicine?" ask Maisya.

"Gue can't take Sya's medicine, it's hard for nelen sure the edges will vomit."

"Well, if you get sick don't take medicine it'll take a long time to heal! In the gerus want?" Maisya looked at the pale looking man.

"No want! Must be a hook, right? Oh me!"

It's really hard to think. While pensive he thought about how to make the man in front of him want to take his medicine without any drama afterwards.

For a long time he struggled with his thoughts, only one way flashed through his brain.

"Sister!" call Maisya.

"What?"

"Where's Lo's medicine box?"

"It's in the bottom drawer!" point Zifran towards the nightstand.

"Why do you want to cil?"

"Udah pawpetan open bawel!" the girl looks upset.

Unwilling to argue, Zifran finally obeyed Maisya's orders. He was forced to open his mouth.

After the mouth of Zifran open Maisya immediately put some medicine and do not forget he gave a little drinking water so that Zifran is not difficult to swallow it.

But Maisya's sudden movements suddenly made Zifran's eyes bulge in disbelief at what was happening at this time. The medicinal grain that he had originally been about to vomit was now suddenly re-entered and immediately swallowed just like that as Maisya's lips softly silenced his lips.

Zifran who got the treatment received it with pleasure and did not want to waste an impossible opportunity to come twice. He looked at Maisya's face so close to him that Maisya's breath felt on his face.

Slowly Zifran closed his eyes enjoying the chewy and moist object that was now silencing his sexy lips. The aroused Zifran slowly opened his mouth, scooped up Maisya's tiny lips and gave a little luma*tan there. Realizing there was no rejection from Maisya, Zifran deepened his action. He pulls the nape of Maisya, while shrinking*mat lips full of tenderness.

In a different position. With eyes closed full of regret, Maisya is now grieving his bold madness kiss Zifran's lips suddenly. However, when he was about to distance his face from the man for a moment he fell silent.

Deg deg deg

The sound of Maisya's heartbeat beat faster than usual as he felt a luma*tan on his lips. His heart rippled as he felt the sensation of touch that Zifran had given him.

It was like he returned the kiss, but what was his strength as if he was fixated on enjoying luma*tan for the sake of luma*tan that Zifran gave.

As a normal woman of passion, Maisya held herself back as much as possible when a burly hand grabbed her nape. But, baby, he couldn't hold it.

Until unconsciously Masya put his hand on Zifran's neck and occasionally he also replied with ******* man's lips are no less soft.

Feeling his actions get a reply, Zifran increasingly intensified doing his activities until a pat on his chest stopped his activities.

Zifran released his pagutan and made his body. "What's wrong?" zifran asked in confusion.

"Gue can't breathe!" reply the innocent Maisya with breath gasping.

"Ck, that's not breath. Want again?" Zifran cupped Maisya's face. Maisya smiled shakes her head.

There was clearly a red hue on the girl's face so that she could not look at her interlocutor. Zifran landed a brief kiss on Maisya's lips. "Gue likes it, it tastes sweet" Zifran said as he rubbed Msisya's lips to remove her tracks.

What Zifran said just now makes his heart back abnormal.

Maisya picked up the tray he put down. "Lo break brother, I want to go back already malem. Later I call brother Arlan to nemenin lo, no papa brother?" Maisya stood up from his place.

Really am. Being close to the man made him quickly leave the world in his young age.

"Lo nginep here is my friend. You're quiet in the room next door empty, and the place is clean, so you can stay."

***

Early in the day Maisya woke up from his sleep. He walked into the kitchen to fetch some drinking water and his gaze was fixed on the open door, he undoed his intention and stepped his feet toward the door of Zifran's room.

In the room he saw Zifran who was asleep with a compress cloth on his forehead.

Maisya touched Zifran's forehead back. "Geez! How did the fever not go down? I was taking medicine!" muttered.

Maisya took a basin of cold water and brought it to the kitchen to replace it with warm.

Maisya dipped the cloth then placed it on Zifran's forehead very carefully so as not to wake the man up.

After finishing Maisya laid his body on the sofa that was not too far away. With the drowsiness that afflicted him he immediately closed his eyes.