The Revenge of Impotent CEO
Chapter 101
"SISTER ZIVA! I'M NOT HALLUCINATING!" xena shouted straight through into Ziva's room whose door was not locked.
"Eh, it turns out that I was wrong pa-ham," continued Xena again while scratching his forehead that does not itch.
"You are, yes, always in trouble. Let's go back to your room" Aunt Aslin snapped Xena's ear and took Xena away.
"Lolan, just treat Ziva's wounds. Don't mind Xena," Aunt Aslin continued before leaving.
"Gosh, was your sister always like that?" ask Lolan in surprise.
"He's still a teenager. But I'm glad he came back better when I got to know Doctor Adit," Ziva replied staring at the departure of Xena and Aunt Aslin. While Lolan only glorified and refocused on the wound on Ziva's right leg.
"Well, slow down."
"Hold a little, honey. It's also slow," Lolan replied as he applied red medicine to Ziva's wound, then Lolan began to bandage the wound with a gauze case.
"Done. What's mendingan?" tanya Lolan heaved a sigh of relief.
"Yes, it's better."
"I'll get you your clothes" Lolan stood up, walked towards the closet and looked for Ziva's simple nightgown.
"I'll pair it," Ziva resignedly, what else could he hide from Lolan Her husband. In fact, Lolan had already sensed it, not just seen it.
"Thank you bo kongmu" Lolan said, Ziva complied and let Lolan set up his white cd.
From Lolan's reddened face, the tightened neck veins were exactly like someone holding something back, from the lust-tucked eyes, and from Lolan's heavy sighs, he said, from all that Ziva knows that Lolan is trying to resist the desire that continues to arouse when looking and touching his innocent body.
"Thank your hand" Lolan said again, but Ziva's timing didn't make Lolan furrow his brows.
"Why?" ask Lolan in surprise.
"Where's bra?" ask Ziva back.
"It's not good for breast cancer when you sleep in a bra" Lolan told Ziva.
"From now on you have to be ordinary" pressed Lolan to make Ziva pluck his cute lips.
"Thank your hands or I will continue the activity earlier," Lolan's threat succeeded in making Ziva immediately raise his hand resignedly. When Ziva raised both hands, Lolan directly attached the simple dress to Ziva's tiny body.
Lolan confirmed Ziva's lying position. "Now go to sleep" said Lolan, lying beside Ziva, holding Ziva tightly. One of her hands was in a place she shouldn't, making Ziva feel even more uncomfortable.
"Damn it, so this is the reason for telling me to sleep without a bra" Ziva said in his heart.
"Did you curse me in your heart?"
"How did you know? Uh ... I mean, no. Where may I be," Ziva erratized for his detachment while speaking.
"When someone is in a state of urgency, then the first answer is the most appropriate answer," said Lolan instead added one more hand that landed in a place that should not be, makes Ziva hold back his erotic voice in order not to escape.
"Sleep" he said again.
"How can I sleep if your hands are still there" Ziva lamented trying to get rid of Lolan's hands, but Lolan held his hand until Ziva could not get rid of the heavy hand that still felt right on both mounds.
"Emm Lo-lan ahhh ... Lolan stop!"
"No way," answered Lolan instead me re re mas gummy object.
"Have you forgotten I was hurt?"
"The wound, right, your feet, baby. Not this one."
"Amahhhh ....
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