When Your Uncle Becomes the Substitute Bride
Chapter 22. Lingerie

A week has passed. Dera just got back from her mother's house. The girl's face looked gloomy, recalling all the advice her mother gave. As smart as a jumping squirrel, it will fall too. Yes, the state of his household was known to his mother. Moreover, regarding the first night that has not yet happened.

As smart as you hide the carcass, it will smell too. I already know, that Dera hasn't given Daren his due. The middle-aged woman whose hair had already started to whiten, was furious. However, Hamidah did not snap, he only gave his daughter firm advice.

“If you remain in the shadow of the past, then you will not be able to accept Daren,” said his mother.

“Remember, Dera. Love grows because it gets used to it. I know you need time, but Daren, she needs you too. Do you want him to play outside? Think carefully, dear. I just don't want the fate of your marriage to be the same as mother.”

Because of her mother's advice, Dera is now sitting in front of a dressing glass. He stared at his reflection while grimacing. A thin, transparent shirt adheres perfectly to his ideal body. Dera immediately grabbed the cardigan, in order to close his body. Nervous? Sure oes. After coming home from mom, she took the time to stop by the mall. Dera bought three transparent shirts which he called ‘haraam’.

“Jeez, I've been like ****,” great-grandson of Dera. The cardigan becomes more.

Yeah, Dera did all this to keep her house. True said mother, if she remains in the shadow of the past, then she will never see Daren exist. Exhaling slowly, Dera opened the cardigan covering her body that almost looked innocent. He should be able to, despite the fear of enveloping his heart.

“He said, the first night it hurt. That right? Ih, come on Der, you can definitely.” Dera kept encouraging herself.

The knock on the door shocked Dera. His eyes glared, as quick as lightning Dera went into the blanket to wrap around his body.

Chequelek

“You've slept?” ask Daren when he just came in.

Dera wakes up, but still holds the blanket that covers her body.

“B-yet,” great-grandson Dera.

“You sick? Why wear a blanket like that?” ask Daren again. He looked at the wife strangely.

Dera mute, one hand scratches the nape that does not itch. “Hmm. No, kok!”

“Oh.”

Daren walked putting the briefcase on the desk, the man intending to clean himself up before going to bed. Because he had eaten at the office, so he could just go to sleep considering there was no more work that he had to do.

“You direct now or shower first, Om?” Dera's question stops Daren's move.

The man turned around with a puzzled face, clearly visible from his forehead which was also wrinkled. Dera's acting a little weird tonight, Daren admits it.

“What direct?”

“That's what? Can you speak clearly?” daren pinta.

Sighing in a rough breath, Dera closed her eyes for a moment. Then, both of his hands moved to open the blanket. Until it looks beautiful body wrapped in lingeri.

Daren gulped his hard-earned saliva, his eyes not blinking in the slightest. The scenery in front of him, truly aroused the passion of the man within him.

Without ba bi bu, Daren pushes Dera's body to make the girl sleep on the bed. Dera's heart rate is getting worse, especially when Daren touches his cheek.

“You deliberately teased me?” daren asked with a sigh of restraining desire. The look in the man's eyes was different than usual. Sayu. Because it is filled with a fog of desire.

“N-no, really! I-I was just trying to please my husband,” replied Dera stammered. He was nervous about this kind of position.

Daren fell silent, she did not expect Dera's reply. His wife wants to please him? So, is Daren going to waste it? Oh, of course not. Dera sell, Daren buy.

“So, are you ready?”

Dera nodded. “S-ready, Om. Come on, do that first night.”

Immediately Daren menoel Dera's nose, anxious. He also chuckled looking at the innocent face of his wife. “There is a first night. Already passed.”

“Eh, yes.” Dera scratched his non-itchy nape.

Increasingly anxious with his wife's behavior, Daren immediately devoured Dera's lips. Not only there, but Daren also mem*b* neck and ears Dera.

“Sick, Om! Don't be strong!” shout Dera.

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Ahem, um Daren's picking up sustenance, nih.

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