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Manja Irzan's Attitude

Psyche took over the kiss by sitting herself on Adam's lap.

The man greeted her with overflowing passion. Although Psyche was acting aggressively, Adam was clearly superior in this kind of affair.

Psyche was almost out of breath when Adam pressed his nape and deepened their kiss. His two hands that had originally hugged the man's neck were now squeezing the front of his shirt.

Their kisses are gone.

There was only the sound of Psyche's breath hunting among the silence.

The woman lowered her head, resting her head on the chest of the man's field.

He could hear the man's heartbeat. Completely regular like a puff of his breath hitting Psyche's ear.

Too quiet.

That fact makes him prefer to close his eyes while trying to get rid of all the bad prejudices that make him a pessimist.

“Until when will you sit on my lap?”

Until Adam made a sound, Psyche opened her eyes again and looked up.

His gaze looked soft, like it wasn't Psyche at all.

“In a moment, leave it like this.”

The woman again wrapped her hands around Adam's waist and rested her head comfortably.

Adam was stunned for a while, but the hand that returned to embrace Psyche's waist was a form of non-verbal consent.

She faintly heard Adam muttering, “Today you are so strange.”

He inhaled the man's scent deeply. Even without seeing this man, he could recognize only from the fragrance of his perfume. “Why am I weird? Do you hate him too?” He said punctuated with rarity.

Adam glanced at Psyche to be able to look into her two eyes, but all he found was the top of the girl's head.

Her hair doesn't smell like it. Psyche prefers fragrant lemon and mint than shampoo that has a more feminine and sweet fragrance.

Unlike most women, Psyche also does not dye her hair color or do special treatments that make her have to sit for hours at the salon.

Psyche once said, appearance is not the main thing for him. He said that beautiful can be made. But Adam once laughed at him because of a statement he thought was too ‘munafik’ it.

All women always want to look beautiful and fashionable.

Although Adam admits that Psyche is far from her standards, but she is indeed beautiful. Her smooth and white skin might be able to make other women envious.

In addition, although short, Psyche's body is quite ideal with several parts that contain in the right place.

Adam was a normal man and he was always honest in judging people.

“Hey, are you sleeping?”

Adam nodded slowly. The subtle pats on his back made him realize.

Psyche looked up, the top of her head almost hitting the man's chin. “You haven't answered my question, you know.”

The Louvander then rested his head on the chair and stared at the ceiling of his car. His breath was so slow that it was almost inaudible.

“Yes. It's possible.”

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Psychr waved briefly as Adam's car began to move away from his apartment.

His smile faded along with a weak drooping hand after all was lost in sight.

Head looked up. Looking up at the night sky that today looked dark without a single star.

Then the rain starts to fall. His hands were raised to feel the water spots that were starting to enlarge.

“No woman can really make Adam change. All the women he dated knew that Adam was not serious with them.”

Psyche smiled bitterly.

Karin's wrong.

The woman did not understand because she also intended to mess around. But he is different.

Although his heart screamed that most of what Karin said was fact, his little half-heartedness again believed that he was capable and could make Adam change.

Because after all the things that have happened lately make Psyche inevitably return to look at the road that he has been through.

Adam knows the password of his cell phone...

Adam came to his apartment early in the morning...

Adam lets himself take control of the kiss in the car...

Adam yang—

Drrt. Drrt.

—start always sending messages first even after they have just met.

‘Because it's raining tonight, don't make an excuse to brew instant noodles before bed.’

Psyche chuckles.

That guy won't send you a sweet message or anything that makes your cheeks blush.

And chances are he's won. He was able to make the man lower some of his high ego.

He has already broken all the assumptions of the people—even the assumption of the man himself.

But why...among the rain that soaked his face, tears came down his cheeks?

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“What clothes are not too open?”

Adam looked at Psyche who was closing the car door with a glance.

The woman seemed unperturbed by the sight and chose to get busy with her seatbelt.

“One used to say that he likes women who are fashionable and sexy.”

Adam grunting. The insinuation was obvious to him, but he was self-abiding. Not wanting to bother with the woman's innuendo.

He would be happy if Psyche used such clothes while she was with him. Where could he possibly let the men out there enjoy the woman's smooth neck and thighs for free.

“Why? Not so go?” Ask Psyche when Adam doesn't run his vehicle.

“Good.” Adam stepped on the gas without warning. “Let you show off with the guys out there. I don't care.”

Psyche turned her gaze out the window without any meaningful expression.

Instead of hurting his pride, the man's words clearly contained jealousy that he could not express in the right way.

“I'm just trying to make you happy.”

Adam's jaw is hardened. “Do you think I look happy now?!”

Psyche glanced at the man through the tail of her eyes. “So you want me how?”

Adam did not answer. Only the man's rough breathing was heard for a few moments. In his mind, Psyche was now a clever person who turned words around. Rotating situation. Not infrequently give spicy innuendo without hesitation.

She said she was trying to be what she wanted to be. I don't know why he felt that he hated the change. As if licking his own saliva, he even felt regret for all the words he had thrown at Psyche.

His head was dizzy for a moment. There was an uncomfortable feeling that troubled his heart.