The Love of the Racer
I Hate you!

Jeaven's cold streak seemed a little disguised as the ringisan harrumphed the woman's face. The man knew Jesslyn was holding back pain in her sex organs.

"I help you."

Jesslyn immediately shook off the hand of Jeaven who was about to touch her. As a form of real rejection. He seemed reluctant to come into contact with the man again and maybe for a long time brackets. His heart was filled with disappointment.

"Company." Jeaven still wanted to help by reaching back Jesslyn's hand, but again the rude attitude was accepted.

"Sway! I don't need your help!" Hardik Jesslyn with a slightly raised tone.

Perhaps he could still endure not crying, but not with the overflow of his heart wound. To him, showing anger was a form of strength.

Footrest brought Jesslyn to her feet. He began to tread carefully. As much as possible reduce the sensation of pain that in fact remains back.

His current desire is to be able to immediately go to the bathroom, emptying the bladder that is already full of urine. "St! It hurts so much." His tongue was hissing from the pain. However, it did not undo his intention to keep going.

Jeaven could not wait to see the woman's fatigue. Moreover, the width of the woman's footsteps seemed no bigger than the steps of a turtle. Until, he chose to act according to his will, ignoring Jesslyn who was seeping mimic does not like.

"Where are you going?" Jeaven looked at the sullen face that was already in his trunk.

Jesslyn tightened the blanket on her body. "Let me down, I can walk on my own!"

"Where are you going?" Jeaven repeated her question, ignoring Jesslyn's unfriendly attitude.

Jesslyn thrashed, but the effort seemed useless. Jeaven's burly hand lock took all the effort. The man could even still stand straight as if the woman's rude movements were nothing.

Finally, Jesslyn pointed lazily towards the bathroom. Jeaven immediately walked carrying her tiny body to the designated place earlier.

"Get out!" Tell Jesslyn after the feet have rested on the bathroom tiles.

"I know." Jeaven went straight out after saying a short word.

Fifteen minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Jesslyn was shocked as the figure of Jeaven was already standing in front of her.

"I can walk on my own!" Ketus Jesslyn who already knows what the purpose of the man is. What else if not to carry him back to the contest.

Jeaven looked at the motion of Jesslyn's road which was not as bad as some time ago. However, that does not mean the pain of the virgin's rupture will disappear in a short time.

"Wear that shirt." Jeaven pointed at a pair of clothes that he had taken from his car. He always kept his clothes there.

Jesslyn looked at the floor. Where the party dress worn last night already looks unfit to wear. Next to him also seen CD and BHnya drooping. What else if it wasn't Jeaven last night.

Sighing heavily, Jesslyn was eventually forced to accept Jeaven's offer. She picked up her scattered underwear and also the man's clothes, continued back to the bathroom.

"I'll drive you home." Jeaven pulled Jesslyn by the hand, but a rude response was still received. His body was slightly wobbled as the woman pushed him.

"You know I hate you right now. So stop acting like you care about me so much after hurting my heart! I can go home by myself!"

"Catch. It's still dark outside." Jeaven reminded me that it is still too early.

No matter how lively and lively the city of London is during the day and night, but still in the dark morning will be transformed like a haunted city. Human activity is still minimal.

However, that did not make Jesslyn comply. The woman even thickened her ears. Grab the exit handle and pass.

The atmosphere of the city is still very quiet. Jesslyn continued down the road. Views are taken along the area hoping to find a taxi. However, it was not visible in his eyes now.

Suddenly, his pair of shoulders trembled along with the heart-crushing wound of despair. In the end he released lara through the fall of tears. It turned out that he was not strong for much longer. Acting like a strongman is very torturous.

Jeaven was the first person to teach him what love and hurt are all about. Apparently, the first one does not always give a sense of happiness. This is life in reality. Always honest as it is.

He stepped on his foot, leaning against the barrier of the bridge that divides the river Thames. He turned around, carrying his own face staring straight at the calm-looking expanse of water.

I don't love you.

Surrender with your feelings.

What is good about a relationship through mistakes?

Let's just say last night never happened. Remove it from your memory immediately.

A series of sharp sentences that are always heartbreaking continue to ring and dissolve with the pain. Breaking was the groaning of Jesslyn's sobs that sounded heartbreaking.

He was stunned when the sky water one by one landed on his head. Nature seemed to support his mood. And then Jesslyn's cry reverberated. Tightly struggling in the chest cavity. Until his footstool feels weak and carries his body inching helplessly.

"I hate you, Jeav! You're a fucking asshole!"

Late in her grief, Jesslyn was taken aback because her body suddenly floated up because someone was holding her.

"You?"

"What are you doing here? Are you deliberately looking for disease in the rain?"

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