Sold My Husband and Bought My Ex-Boyfriend
Hundred Five

Czechs ....

Marco was just about to close his eyes when the door of the room opened slowly. Vanya was standing at the door carrying a small tray that had no idea what it was.

"Have you slept?"

Hurriedly the man sat himself down. Staring questioningly at Vanya who was walking towards him with awkward steps. "Yet. What's up?"

Vanya sat on the edge of the bed facing Marco. "Grandma told me to bring a beard shaving kit. You'll have to wipe those hairs off your face if you want to start getting close to Ella."

"Ah, so Ella is scared of me for this?" He stroked the jaw firmly which grew feathers quite dense. "I almost thought I was ugly. It turns out the problem is very trivial!"

The man pegged his face in front of the small mirror he had just taken from the tray. "I deliberately didn't take care of myself because of you Van! If my lamb has been shaved clean must be handsome like before. This is also still handsome, unfortunately our daughter does not like the man with a sideburn. But if you like it, right?"

Vanya diverts Marco's question with a question. "You are lazy to take care of yourself. Why must reason carry my name?"

"Ck. Of course the reason is just you. Since there's no you, why do I look so neat?"

Vanya suddenly put on a sneering face without speaking. This human being, his mind.

He began smearing Marco's face with a soft cream before cutting off the fur with a beard shave. His hands looked painstaking and cautious, soft to make Marco's body goosebumps, including parts of the body that could not be conditioned below. It was like getting a large-scale electric shock.

"Hold this!" With a sharp tone, Vanya gave a small tray to Merco's hands to accommodate the fallen hairs. He took a standing position and began to move to clean every inch of hair on the surface of Marco's face that was sitting facing him. Starting from the upper lip, philtrum, jaw to the lower neck.

"It's hard?" asked the man to look up. "Actually I can do it myself, but I know that you are using this golden opportunity to caress my face. Aww!" Marco squealing. His speech was cut because his skin was scratched by a beard shave.

"Slow down, Van!"

"Who told you your mouth can't be quiet?" Vanya wiped Marco's face with a thin towel. A little bloodstain on the beard. "So it's bleeding, right?" her nagging was exactly like a mother who was annoyed at her child.

"Perih Van," he said spoiled. His mouth continued to stretch like a torempet. "You are so mean to my husband, what if my face is broken and my good looks are gone? You lost yourself, you know! Do you want to have a disabled-faced husband?"

Vanya gradually retreated her body with pursed lips. "I just scratched a little bit of your face with a razor! Why is your reaction like you've been doused in a bucket of mercury?"

"My face is a valuable asset!" marco won't lose. "If I'm not handsome, you won't want to be with me, my pursuit of you will also be useless!"

"Curtain!" His lips were getting sneered, but his hands immediately reached into the drawer to look for the presence of wound dressing plaster. It was undeniable that the corner of his heart felt a little guilty. Marco's right speech made Vanya nervous to the point of unknowingly injuring the surface of the man's face.

Vanya gave a beard shave to Marco's hand. He chose to sit with his hands folded in front of his chest.

"Well, how do you snack? Here's a little more, Van! Take responsibility if you don't continue."

The spoiled wail was not stirred at all by Vanya.

"Van, I'm just kidding!" The placement of the tray that was previously held onto the mattress.

"Continue making your own clothes!" The woman stood about to leave, where Marco's hand immediately deftly prevented her by pulling the woman's negligee. "Where else are you going, Van?"

"Well, it's none of your business! I don't like dealing with a husband!" he turned the eyeballs.

"Revelation!"

He threw Marco's hand out like useless trash. While Marco who did not want to let go of the woman just switched to holding the negligent part of Vanya.

"Don't hinder! I'm lazy to linger here!"

Prepeeet ...!

There was an embarrassing sound as Vanya took wide steps. The woman was dumbstruck looking down, looking at the part of the negligee that was torn because it was pulled with all her might by the annoying husband.

"You!" pekik Vanya turned around not accepting.

Glekk!

His salivary voice was heard very clearly when Marco found his wife's chest open. The appearance of the surface of the mountain poking was waving to him.

Feeling unable to bear it any longer, the man's normal soul took his hand to pull Vanya into the lap. Trembling in fear the man ventured to release a whisper of heart.

"Van, I'm a penginnn!"

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Up to three, it's been crazy up. My hands hurt abis forced tug of war race. huhuhu.😭. Do not forget to comment and like a lot if you want a lot more up. gud nite.