LECTURER
Chaptre 01. Style Bride

Yoona smiled. He just threw himself on the bed without taking a shower or changing his clothes. His eyes were no longer strong enough to withstand the drowsiness.

The young lady's breathing was regular with her eyes closed and a peaceful face. But just a few seconds later, his eyes were still remembering something.

Duty!

Yoona's risen. He immediately looked for the bag that he had just carelessly sheet. The girl clapped her forehead, she ran back to her room, took out a laptop complete with cables and a charger plus her smart phone.

The girl sat down after installing a charger attached to her laptop. Now switch to the flat object that he had just stored next to the laptop. He typed a message.

Room Chat — Hetyu

Yoda: I don't understand (

Yoona: help first, yes (

Yoona: okay, I don't need graduation!!

Hetyu: if I am free, I give you punishment.

Yoona: tell me who gave me punishment!

Yoona: I'll take care of it for a while, I'll do it myself.....!!!

Yoona snorted as there was no more reply from the man. It chokes which then becomes self-deprecating. If only he had the courage to fight that Lecturer, it might have been a long time since Yoona grounded that scorched Lecturer.

Yoona grumbles with vengeance even though she still opens the internet and searches for the materials she needs. The book he borrowed from the library was wrong, it's an incomplete version. Yes, that session's Yoona today.

The sensor sounds from the door of his apartment. Who then a tall man with a white t-shirt and dull-colored trousers, walked in.

Sehun's.

The man ruffled his still wet hair a sign that the man had just finished bathing. The man raised an eyebrow as he looked at Yoona who was staring at him as if stunned.

Sehun glared at that, making Yoona realize who immediately controlled herself.

The girl cleared her throat, looked back at the laptop screen. Pretending busy.

"What don't you understand?" ask Sehun. The man sat on the sofa that Yoona was backing up from.

"Everything" ceplos the girl.

"What?" sehun said with his flat intonation.

Yoona pecked small. "This, uh .. don't understand," said the girl. "What the hell do you mean, it's meticulous? ih ... I hate methik!" connect the girl, rummage unclear.

Sehun thinned his lips, he breathed heavily trying to be patient. "Then why did you sign up for my class if you hate meth?"

Sehun massaged his nose. He sighed heavily and got off the sofa and sat down next to Yoona. "Where don't you understand?"

Yoona shifted her seat, "this," she pointed to the scribble in question.

Sehun explained patiently until the girl understood. Although she is actually lazy, Yoona is different. Yoona is not only the student but also the woman who can be called as his rightful wife.

Sehun and Yoona are like deserts and poles. They are different and opposite but the parent business is able to bring them together.

Yoona yawns for the next time. The girl whines like a child. "I sleepy, carry my anther to the room," he said as he spread both hands towards Sehun.

Sehun pulled and exhaled heavily, trying to remain patient. He stood up and squatted in front of Yoona. Yoona is still Yoona. In love the heart even asked for empela.

"I'm, I want a bride style!" grunt the girl with no idea of her.

Sehun snorted, the young man seemed to have been unable to contain himself. "Go yourself!"

Yoona frowned and shrieked. The girl puffed her cheeks while throwing a sharp, cynical look at Sehun who remained unconcerned.

"Mister select! bride style or make me pregnant?!"

Hearing that, Sehun's eyes widened. Staring at the girl who was looking at him with a defiant look as if what he had just said meant nothing. The young man exhaled loudly. Yang then moves one of her hands behind Yoona's knees while one of her hands is on Yoona's back. Lifting the little body to the girl's room.

Yoona could not help but smile broadly. The girl draped her arms around Sehun's neck. Look at the face with a firm face but still charming. No wonder that many students are crazy about this Lecturer, although famous killer, Mr. Sehun also did not hesitate to explain to his students even though not in his teaching hours. Especially on campus, Mr. Sehun is still known as a young lecturer who is still single. Ho, their marriage is not published in accordance with the agreement of both.

Sehun lowered Yoona's body on the girl's bed. Do not forget to pull the blanket to cover almost the entire small body of the girl.

"Sir," called Yoona who was only answered with a short mutter. "Mister has never known me except when we got married, that was already a month ago—"

"just sleep!"

"Ih .. a minute. Me, I'm gonna confide," Yoona's murmur. "I'm not saying this means I want to be kissed! but sir, seriously. I'm not going to get me pregnant!" continued.

Sehun looked at Yoona for a moment and then his hand moved rubbing the girl's hair. "If you're pregnant, I can't take responsibility." said the young man.

Yoona grunts hard. He pulled the blanket over his entire body. "Just go! i'm sleepy!" throw the girl out.

Sehun thinned his lips but he still left his wife's apartment. Although Orlando, Sehun's father gave an apartment to his son and son-in-law, Sehun instead bought another apartment for himself right next to their apartment. Yoona stays in the apartment that Orlando gave her.

The woman was, just having fun, he said he was quite able to get a luxury apartment.

But when their parents come to visit, they will return to compete like a pair of actors and actresses who play a happy husband and wife and have a harmonious family.

The hell ... WHOOP!!!