The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 53. Why Did He Hold You Like That?

"Max!"

Wulan. Since when did the boy stand there. Did he see her and Pierre hugged? Ah, of course you are. His face looks upset. No smile as usual. The pair of blue eyes also looked unfriendly.

"Max!" call Wulan when he saw the young man, without saying a word, turn around and step away leaving Wulan.

"Max, attende (wait)!" wulan exclaimed as she grabbed Max's arm and forced him to stop. "I can explain" said Wulan anxiously.

"Ben, vase y, expliquez-moi (yes, come on, explain)!" max with a cold look.

"Pierre wanted to settle his matter with me completely before opening a new leaf. He wants to give me back to my mother as well as he used to ask my mother in a good way."

"But why is he hugging you like that? And kiss you here?" sergeant Max tapped Wulan's forehead.

"Pulse feelings, maybe."

"That's wrong? It means he's sorry he divorced you or what?"

"It's not like that, Max!"

"Then what?" Max took a pack of cigarettes in his jacket pocket, picked up a stick and lit it. He smoked and exhaled his cigarette smoke violently.

"Hey, c'est rien, Max .. t'inquiete fitting (nothing, Max, don't worry)." Wulan grabbed Max's hand but the young man brushed it off.

"But I see you're enjoying that ugly hug. You even closed your eyes."

"Putain (fucking), Max! Why are you fighting over such little things?" wulan grumbled while holding his head.

"important. I'm analyzing your body language to find out what you're feeling."

Basic artist. Wulan cursed in her heart. He could hardly help his smile. But for the sake of seeing Max's face that still looks tense, he also tried his hardest not to escape the smile.

"Max .. Never mind, why fuss over the little things. We're not kids anymore." Wulan rolled her eyeballs. "I'm not a kid anymore." He read his words.

Max still has his gloomy face. He smoked his cigarette and slammed it on the floor and stepped on it. Wulan sighed softly, then picked up the half-destroyed cigarette butts and put them into the trash can located not far from where they were standing.

"Would you come by my apartment?" ask Wulan.

"Je sais pas (i don't know)," said Max coldly.

Wulan snorted. "Allez (come on)!" he said as he pulled Max's hand and took him back to his apartment building.

He continues to bring Max into the apartment without releasing his handrails.

Wulan took off Max's jacket and hung it on the wall hooks near the door. Then gently stroke Max's arm. Pull her slowly towards the sofa and tell her to sit there. He put himself next to Max.

"Hey, haven't you finished getting angry?" wulan asked as she stroked Max's cheek and brought the young man's face towards her.

"Not yet" Max said briefly.

Wulan. Then squinted his eyes. He took off his coat and threw it away. Then in a slow motion he climbed up to the top of Max's lap and slowly passed the shirt wrapping around his slender body.

"Merde, merde (shit, shit)!" maki Max to see the body of Wulan who is now only wrapped in underwear and thin leggings.

"Still angry?" asked Wulan while giving a kiss on Max's neck, then crept to his lips and gripped him deeply.

"No," panted Max while replying Wulan pagutan with no less in it.

He lifted Wulan's body and slammed her slowly onto the sofa. Then position himself above his Master Mother.

"T'es facile (you're easy)," said Wulan.

Max's face is back. He swept his tongue over Wulan's neck, bit her slowly, then crept down onto her chest. Pause for a touch at its challenging peak, then start down the belly of the queen, then go down again and remove the leggings and underwear Wulan up to her knees. He looked at the blooming flowers of Wulan for a moment with a look of amazement and longing.

"Max ...."He called out to Max with a breath. "Viens ici (here)" he said.

Max crawled up. Grabbing both Wulan's hands and locking them over his head.

"Tu m'aimes (do you love me)?" his puffing while lifting his chin enjoyed the touches of Max's lips wandering around his neck and chest.

"Beaucoup (very)," whispered Max. He entered Wulan carefully. Produces a long whimper from Wulan's lips. His slender body moves according to the rhythm of Max's body movements in harmony.

Fine scratches scratched on Max's sturdy back along with the increasingly happy atmosphere that erupted.

Pagutan, small bites, moans, creaking sofa.

Estrogen, testosterone, progesterone, yawning spread throughout the room. Make things there that bear witness to their association, agree.

You drive me insane with desire.

If you taste how delicious you are with my mouth.

If you know how madly I want you to enjoy us.

Max drooped over Wulan's body while softly kissing his shoulder. His hand stroked the long hair of the disheveled Wulan.

"Max ...."

"Oui (yes)," Max replied with his eyes closed.

"My sweetest little guy (my sweetest little guy)," murmured Wulan while hugging the young man.

"I'm not "little" (i'm not "small")," he chuckled.

Wulan snorted.

"German ...."

"Yes?"

"Does that ugly treat you like me?"

"Mmm .. sometimes yes, sometimes not. Depends on the mood. He's got an exaggerated swing mood."

"It's ugly, then stupid!" maki Max is still with her eyes closed. "Wasting nature's creations as beautiful as this."

Wulan chuckling. "He's not stupid. It's just .. I don't know, I don't know what's in his head."

"Don't defend him" Max said.

"I'm not defending him" Wulan said. "Why should we talk about it?"

Max raised his face. Then he drew closer to Wulan's forehead and swept her with his lips.

"I want to erase all traces of him on your body" Max said as he lifted his body and prepared to touch Wulan again.

"Non, Max, encore fitting (no more)!" Wulan pushed Max's face away, on the sidelines of her happy laughter.

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