Sold My Husband and Bought My Ex-Boyfriend
The Hundred and Twelve

"Sorry, I think I should—"

Without being able to continue the speech, the man put his lips on a wet object that has now become a patent target on the basis of his action in taking the initiative step.

Of course Vanya who still feels self-respect is trying to rebel. Locking his lips with all his might for Marco to stop hoping and give up.

However, the persistence of the man who was so high in passion was unparalleled anymore. His passionate desire continued to force Vanya to open her mouth slowly. The woman's two hands were locked completely until she could not budge in the slightest.

Could this be the time?

The man's breath was very hunting when it hit the pores of Vanya's face. The dispute that he so long missed.

Vanya had weakened her defense and opened her mouth voluntarily. He let Marco explore his mouth with a million softness.

Both of them sip the favor of a longing that has never been reciprocated.

In an instant their bodies heated up as if the sun was right at the end of the head.

Like memory loss, Vanya cannot recognize who she is. He let Marco do his job as a man.

Caressing and flying her wishful thinking was getting higher up the clouds.

And ....

Prankk!

The sound of broken glass out there made the two of them crash from the sky onto the surface of the earth as fast as lightning. They looked at each other with dumbfounded facial expressions.

"Who?" lirih Vanya is afraid. Fear if their unethical actions are known to others.

But given the heavy rain that flushed the earth it felt impossible if anyone sneaked in. Moreover, they were in the middle of the plantation in pitch-black conditions.

"I'll check outside first. You're here."

The woman nodded without a word.

Vanya's hand stretched out to touch the negligee that had already half dried. He had to quickly get dressed before something even crazier than that happened again. "I want to get dressed, it looks like my clothes are dry."

The man let Vanya down from his lap. Then throw a smile as Vanya put on the half-dry new clothes to cover her body.

After feeling safe, he returned to where Vanya was.

"How about, is there anyone else besides us?" ask the woman with a worried face.

Marco shakes. His hand carried a piece of wood to add to the heat from the fireplace. "Nothing, it looks like the broken glass happened because of the wind."

He crammed the dry wood until the fire devoured it quickly. Adding warmth around them.

"Have you confirmed it? What if someone comes in?"

"There's no one! The glass was purely broken by the wind. After all we are a legitimate married couple! No one will dare to judge our situation!"

"Hmm." Vanya is embarrassed. Husband of his wife, huh? It sounds funny and very strange.

Even greater awkwardness is happening again. Now they sit next to the fireplace. Vanya's hand hugged the leg with her chin stuck above the knee. Marco sat next to the woman without any intention of wearing his shirt.

There was a ten-minute pause where both of them were completely silent without a word.

Marco, who had regained consciousness, looked confused. Confused how to start it again.

He wanted to pretend to forget as if nothing had happened, but a great desire that had not completely broken brought his expectations even higher. Something inside him forced to want to be completed immediately at this time as well.

How's this? What Marco had to do, while Vanya had returned to wearing her body cover.

If Marco asks him well. He was afraid that Vanya would attack him with such a scathing phrase this afternoon.

Making fun of Marco as a tailless crocodile does not know themselves who just want to be comfortable.

Ah, shit!"

Why does he have to be in such a wrong position, si?

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Patience darling. Two hundred comments I'm gaskeun... Wkwkw.