Naughty Girl Vs Mr. Arogant.

Naughty Girl Vs Mr. Arogant.
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Ara's words just made Ninda speechless, she thought about what Ara said just now.


"Or lest you still have not done it" Ara accused unapologetically.


Ara did not like pleasantries, she took out her unedited unedited first and of course the words that came out of her mouth were very fulgar.


"Actually it has been, but once" great-grandson Ninda softly.


"Woah, Roy turned out to be a gercep I think you guys are still shy" continued Ara increasingly so-so.


Ninda felt comfortable talking to Ara, but obviously the two had only met and knew each other for the first time of course.


"What tastes good?" chirps Ara without shame.


"What's? sick" said Ninda slowly.


"Sick just a little, over time it will also be good" there is no awkward feeling in the slightest, Ara continues to issue her words that are very fulgar and not filtered.


The two chatted at length, Ara continued to give her some pleasure when she found out she was pregnant with twins.


Ninda heard it with a cheerful face, although she could not see that Ninda knew that Ara was very good and that she could feel from Ara's tone full of calmness.


"Ninda, sorry but I was curious to ask one thing" this time Ara's tone sounded cautious.


"Tell me I'll answer if I can" replied Ninda.


"Why don't you want to try to find an eye donor?" ask Ara slowly.


Ninda was silent for a while, this was not the first question she heard but this question she always got from other people or her family.


"Is there a problem?" ara continued, she always itches if not asked.


"Actually I'm just scared if the eye surgery doesn't work out" tweeted Ninda.


"Gosh so that's the reason?" ask Ara again.


"What else?" ask Ara curiously.


Ninda took a deep breath and looked straight ahead of course with her blank gaze.


"I thought no one would willingly donate his eyes to me, other than the person who died, but is it not evil to get a donor from the person who died?" Ninda said with a sad face.


Ara heard that instantly closing her lips, she immediately hugged Ninda without saying anything.


Ara felt that if this time she was wrong, she shouldn't have asked like this.


"I'm sorry" said Ara if the question made Ninda sad.


"It's okay Ara, don't feel bad because I don't want to be pityed" Ninda said.


Ara's hand rubbed Ninda's back slowly, "That's good Nin, don't want to be pitied by others because we don't know someone's heart, and for Roy I think you should start thinking about your future, sometimes selfishness with selfishness is better Ninda, believe your happiness in plain sight" said Ara reassuringly.


The hug came off, Ninda would think about Ara's words just now, all this time she was living in the dark because she was afraid of hurting others if getting a donor from someone who didn't want to donate.


As far as Ninda thinks about that sensitive thing, she does not want to be selfish by thinking about herself but Ninda thinks about what happiness she gets later, certainly not happy above the suffering of others.


From the table sebrang Roy occasionally look towards Ara and Ninda his wife, Sean saw that and he felt dislike because in the face of Roy is not Ninda but Ara, his wife.


"Don't look at my wife!" sean whispered a little.


Roy turned his gaze to Sean, then he smiled obliquely.


"Ara looks happy, thank you for not hurting her" Roy said.


"Ck, there's no need to thank me because Ara is my wife and I should be happy if I make my wife happy!" Sean squinted his eyes because of Roy's words that seemed to corner him.


Yes, Roy says it's because he knew three years ago Sean hated Ara so much, and his second marriage was just a play to reconcile his family's debates.


"Don't take care of my marriage, you better give support to your wife so that she has her confidence, and after that you just give your comments about other people's marriages" sean whispered again that made Roy a little upset.


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