Mr. Aran's the Idol Husband
Chapter 82

"Cruel! You said I was cruel for saying naked to you." Grinning, with that calm face. Aran could stare from the tail of his eyes if Airin was holding back the fear until his body trembled slowly. "I can make you feel what a cruel thing it is." Aran drew a tiny chin with his index finger, the girl slightly refused but the movement of the burly sarcasm could not be tepis.

His second look locked. "A little longer with me." The barinton voice lowly whispered in front of him, his breath warmly greeting a face full of fear. Where is the gentle Aran?

The fresh blood drifted out of Airin's mouth, Aran said with a laugh.

"Do you like to torture yourself, you better not bother bothering him. I'll do it." Aran looked more and more like a demon. His laughter, the look in his eyes, his face, everything that was in his company was no longer soothing. All different. It's creepy.

Aran wiped the blood with his thumb, then calmly put it in his mouth. Trying to taste the blood from Aylen's body. "Sweet." That sounds an absurd notice. Continue to feel alien to him, by his nature, because he is the truth.

When he came home, the more excruciating, the feeling was not calm was always bothering him. Aran's words kept spinning in Airin's head clearly. His steps were heavy, his despair unwarranted. "I still feel dizzy." His voice pleads for understanding. The ear sniffed him but remained indifferent.

Riding as if inviting him to die and meet in a realm full of torture. His grip was so strong that his fingers turned red as they pressed on with all the strength he had. No matter what siallan feels like Airin. The car is getting out of control.

Airin gave her hand, walked side by side, and entered into a beautiful but strange house. It feels like he wants to meet it, if it is the attitude of Aran dullu, but he then memgurungkanya, Well because considering the figure of Aran is not the same.

Stop wishing it would come back, this is not a dream, because it has been sick for days with the same situation. He said to himself. Start by tidying up her clothes that she brought from the hospital. All neatly arranged in place, only everything feels lacking and others. Maybe Aran's attitude dominates.

"Tonight I'll go to the reunion, you can come or stay at home." not invite but just tell but not force. Airin with a raging feeling, a little worried. Kemballi. Does he need to come or stay home.

Airin approached Aran who was about to leave the room. Holding hands with trembling. " That." He said nervously, his hands were a little watery. With a cold look Aran did not turn around. "Are you going to be long." that voice with a fear-filled tone sounded a little unreasonable.

"Then I'll just come along." He said he drew his hand and immediately turned the door handle and disappeared afterwards, the sound of the door leaf sounding hostile to his telling. Is he that dirty to the point of not being touched by his body.

Can he get out of bed right now if this is a dream. Missed Aran's warm figure to her.