Sold My Husband and Bought My Ex-Boyfriend
One Hundred Eleven

The smell of awkwardness completely enveloped the two at this moment. As per Marco's request, the two of them warmed each other up with the skin to skin method. One another tightened his arms with Vanya sitting on Marco's lap facing him. He only wore a thin cover that wrapped the top two sensitive parts down.

Very low air temperatures they can not be conquered with wet clothes. Forced to use that way even though Marco is not comfortable with his current situation.

"When are we in a position like this?" Vanya's voice broke the silence.

"Until our clothes are dry, because using wet clothes when the air temperature is low can make us exposed to hypothermia." As with Vanya, the man wriggled his scales as the hardened object below felt sore due to the weight of Vanya's body.

"I'm not comfortable in this situation!"

As if he understood, Marco tried to suppress the woman's bad thoughts. "Just calm down, I won't do anything!"

Vanya's body actually responds to something else after listening to that ambiguous sentence. It feels wrong, Vanya is in a state of madness because of fighting with the contents of the head.

He put his pointy chin over Marco's shoulder. The woman feels Marco's heartbeat beating with a fast rhythm. But the man tried to stay cool as if his body was numb.

"Co!" Vanya. His voice seemed like he wanted to say something difficult.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Marco could feel Vanya's hands encircling his body growing tighter and slightly trembling.

"Regarding our problems—" His speech paused because it had to scoop up oxygen to fill the lungs as much as possible. "I think I'll try to forgive me."

Makes the man's eyeballs glare. Feel his blood rippling from the fingertips to all corners of the body. "Are you serious?"

He took off the embrace unconsciously as a form of unbelief.

His hand clasped Vanya's frozen fingers, making the woman blush as Marco could see her front body very clearly.

"For Ella. I did it for Ella!" His face turned awkward. Not strong if you have to return Marco's gaze so in living the role.

Although spoken in a tinge and jutek, Marco was very grateful to hear Vanya's decision. Finally the woman collapsed too, he thought.

"No problem Van, just like this I've been amazingly happy! Thank you, finally the word I was waiting for said as well. This time I will try to do better!" Marco spoke from the bottom of his heart. Full of burning spirit.

“Termu's up!”

The man again clutched tightly onto Vanya's innocent body. “I love you Van!”

The woman's heart was about to jump.

The words of love that he used to hear from Marco's lips seemed different when spoken with the state of the body is equally plain.

I don't know what that means, but Vanya's damned brain is just getting crazier. Assume that the sentence is an invitation to the level of lovemaking.

“Why not answered, Van?” The man's forehead formed three straight twists. His eyes were deliberately shaken to be impressed waiting for an answer.

“You already know what the answer is! My feeling is still flat, unable to recover,” said the woman increasingly turned her eyes everywhere.

I don't know why he didn't even dare to look at Marco's face. He felt that the man was making his sensitive part a beautiful sight. Though Marco himself was watching Vanya's face which had hinted since then to hold back the anxiety.

“Iya, yes! I was just kidding.” The man cupped two sides of Vanya's face. Forcing the woman to return her eyes. “Look at my face for a minute, Van!”

Vanya's response squirmed a little. Make his own limbs bristled because their skin rubs against each other.

“You're still cold?”

The woman shook her head faintly. It was like he was running through the rain if no coldness attacked his body now.

“But your body is shaking, Van!”

Goddamnit! Marco doesn't know or pretends not to know, anyway? Vanya really felt that she was being seduced by her faith.

"Don't know!"

He desperately tried to resist this kind of crazy situation. However, Marco leaned his head, touching the woman's chin with the tip of her index finger.

"Sorry, I think I should—"

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