Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 12 - Cenat-Cenut

"Here," Keyvan said, ending up choosing Liora's clothes for Mikhayla, it seems that the girl will only make Keyvan dizzy tonight if forced to do his duty as a wife.

The difference in posture between his late wife and Mikhayla made the body of the owner of the chocolate bead sink. If not, the pants are the length of the shirt.

"The other one," asked Mikhayla began to dare to ask for more, if last night he just accepted because he was afraid of Keyvan. Tonight he chose to say what he wanted, but he was already his wife.

"Try this," Keyvan said, giving the fifth candidate for Mikhayla's nightgown.

"The pants are kegedean, sagging if I wear them."

Keyvan sighed harshly, he was also wrong why he had no thoughts of buying his wife clothes since earlier. His night agenda is not this, even he had thought to make his wife sleep in a state of innocence.

"Keep wearing what? My clothes want?" asked Keyvan began to give up, not anything his patience began to be tested even his head twitched.

Mikhayla shook her head, and patiently forced Keyvan to open a closet that had not been opened for a long time since a few months ago. Precisely after his wife got pregnant, the clothes that did not fit on Liora's body were stored neatly there.

"It."

He was still acting cold actually, but not just rude. Mikhayla was equally patient, her hair even dry to wait for her husband to prepare her clothes.

"Lumayan, I'm wearing this one ... but where does *un*derware have bra? I'm uncomfortable if I don't wear it" she protested after receiving a satin nightgown that Liora said was small but that Mikhayla's body was still a little loose.

Keyvan's head felt like it had been stabbed after he asked for this and that without pause. Though looking for clothes alone has long been, now it is actually made troublesome for the second time.

"So, I'll look for it first."

Keyvan remembers where Liora's equipment is. Usually not used and it was deliberately purchased to just be stored, he had not been used.

A few minutes searching now Keyvan is back with one red blush glasses and matching underware there. Mikhayla blushed as Keyvan handed her over, as she fell silent and checked her size. Mikhayla's face looked disappointed and she let out a rough sigh.

"Greater, smaller than this exists?"

Oh my God, be loved for the heart. That was roughly the right word for Mikhayla, the man closed his eyes while biting his lower lip hard. Liora alone was not this chatty, wonder also why the girl who should be afraid after she married forcibly even dared to ask for this kind of strange thing.

"Nothing, just have it .. use it if you want, otherwise it doesn't matter. You alone can feel comfortable or not," said Keyvan reluctant to obey his wife's wishes this umpteenth time.

Mikhayla nodded softly, she ran to take some distance and put on her clothes in another place, which was clearly not in front of Keyvan.

"Aah it seems like I have to sleep fast," said Keyvan rubbed his face rough, girrah to get the crown or so just disappear. What's left now is just a headache in Keyvan's head.

While on the other hand, Mikhayla was soundless. Finished with his clothes, he stared at Keyvan from a distance. Clearly her husband was frustrated after he asked for this and that, after having given an answer that made Keyvan stop discussing bedmates and others, this time he returned to act.

Ever since Keyvan talked about replacing a bedmate, he clearly understood. It's just that, as his mother said, never act as if you know everything in front of a grown man because it's the same as suicide.

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Finished changing clothes, Mikhayla returned with slow steps. Yes, even though he had dared to be nosy it was still a fear that existed. Moreover, this time he had been forced to obey Keyvan's will to bathe, his defense through body odor was broken.

Keyvan was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his face looking flat and looking at Mikhayla who was now getting closer. Beautiful, his wife is so young and obviously still cute.

"Where am I sleeping?"

"Here," replied Keyvan slowly, modestly and he did not say much.

Mikhayla who got permission so sinlessly climbed into the bed and laid down her body as if in her own room. However, before that he arranged a roll in the middle as a barrier between them.

Keyvan clucked at it, since he hated it the most. As quickly as possible he took a position on Mikhayla's side, with a single move he threw the roll to the floor.

"Why banished? I sleep bad if I don't use bolsters."

He was afraid actually, only with the courage that he tried to unite clearly he revealed.

"This is my room, and the rules of sleeping with me are not to use that shit." He spoke casually as usual, there was no hospitality at all. Mikhayla who was used to the warmth of the papa actually wanted to cry to get a man like this.

"When I sleep ugly how?"

He did not reply, Keyvan turned off the lights with a single clap. Very sophisticated, Mikhayla thought in a moment of amazement. He understood that there was technology, but indeed in his home did not use that unique thing.

"Dark, I'm not used to sleeping dark," Mikhayla murmured so quietly, she was actually afraid of sleeping in this pitch-black state.

"Sleep, don't make my head hurt. . I can't guarantee you'll hold back if you keep talking again." Mikhayla fell silent, quickly pulling the blanket over her entire body without remaining. His heavy drowsiness really gave Mikhayla goosebumps.

- To Be Continue -

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