Married Boss Possessive
shirt issue

Maira was confused by Gaara's attitude just now. Did he make a mistake?

Like he didn't. Think Maira.

Gaara passed up the stairs. Maira was puzzled, following the footsteps of the man who had just left her stepped towards the room.

Maira was a few steps behind, trying to catch Gaara.

The door of the room opened, Maira was sure that she could enter along with the door Garra opened.

And bukkkkk ..... ...... .....

The door closes faster than Maira moves. His face was fixed on the door. And the corners of Maira's lips spit out fresh blood that felt like metal.

"uh." Maira grimaced holding the corner of her lips.

The door opened again with a face and cold eyes looking at Maira.

"You're intentional." Gaara walked up to Maira.

Maira's gaze still looked annoyed. He held onto his injured lip and spat out the blood.

"I still know thank you. Because of your shoulder I've been sleeping on." Gaara says.

Staring confused, and enduring the pain. Maira felt the salty metal.

Garra's fingers touched the girl's lips her movements really made it comfortable. Maira was shocked to stare at Garra's wrist that touched one of the women's sensitive areas.

One hand Gara began to hold Maira's nape. The girl looked at the confusion. He was made to creep again.

While Maira was still pecking with her wild thoughts.

"The scene was like the one I saw with Reina earlier." Maira thought to herself, her eyes not blinking at all staring at Gara's face that close.

There is almost no blame between them. Highlight the eyes wanting something, before the man remembered something along with his enlarged pupils.

Gaara withdrew. Walk towards the dress room. He opened the coat that wrapped his body.

Seen her abdominal muscles that wash her eyes, Maira was lined up while bowing her gaze.

Maira's face blushed incoherently. At first glance he smiled. However, the smile disappeared as Gaara's voice sounded

"I have something to help." I don't know what Maira said to herself as if she cursed her words just now.

for a moment they were silent to each other, before Gaara told him to.

"Down the shirt." pointed with his mouth towards the shirt he had placed on the floor.

Maira took it and then she looked around. Confused looking for where dirty clothes are, which looks only trash cans.

Where the hell is this dirty shirt?

Sharpen his vision to every corner of the room. Explore the space in the room.

Rich people are different. In the home symbok room is the same closet and other objects. This is from another bathroom, another dressing room, another tea balcony, the view of the balcony to the garden is also different.

Still hugging Garra's new clothes. Maira hugged him in the chest for almost as long as she looked for Garra's dirty clothes.

Maira paused for a moment. He was a little upset because the dirty clothes in Garra's spacious room did not exist at all.

It still smells like gini. If I was the most used washing time tomorrow again clothes, if I well.

Sniffing Garra's shirt. And enjoy the smell of faded mint.

"What are you doing.? The sound surprised Maira.

*A*jeez! why did he get up again.

There was the sound of water filling the empty glass.

"Master can ask me for it" Approached a little stiff.

"Why is his shirt still in his arms. Throw away." glanced at the trash can near the bathroom door.

What ! it was thrown away, baby.

"I didn't wear anything 2 times." walked back to the bed and laid her body back.

Wow, well, the real rich man.

Maira involuntarily clapped her hands while shaking her head and gazing in amazement at Garra.