BLIND DATE
Chapters. 79

Ara holding Tristan's hand pulled over to the hut.

Just standing there, Tristan was already sweating a lot. Ara's worried. Without a second thought, Ara wiped the dripping sweat with the end of her long sleeves.

"Look. Father's face is also reddish because it is in the direct sun," said Ara while continuing to wipe the sweat. "Why is this heat coming to this place anyway," grumbled Ara could not bear.

He could imagine Tristan would never come to a place like this in his life.

Ara's eyeballs were piqued. He shifted his eyeballs and passed Tristan's eyeballs. This man was silent and obedient as he continued to stare deeply at her. Ara's hand came down and shifted her body so as not to get too close as before.

"Why stop?" ask Tristan.

"Pater's memory is not like that," said Ara quickly. It justifies its gardening clothes, which is very far from the word good.

"Don't be cold Ara. I'm hurt." Ara looked quickly. Tristan looked at her with eyes showing her heartache. Ara bit her lips softly.

"Mr don't be like this. I will also be confused," pinta Ara was sad.

"Why should be confused. You love me, don't you?" ask Tristan.

That's not to be asked. I don't have to cry if I don't love this guy.

"Ti__ dad. No." I don't know which demon made Ara answer no. If not, why did she enjoy Tristan's kiss that time? Especially the shadow in the eyes. Now he can even explain the kiss.

"Answer me with my eyes, Ara," sighed Tristan. Ara surprised. He held both of Ara's arms to keep looking at her. "Tell me that you don't love me by looking me in the eye."

"Don't do this, sir. It's just free if I say it again. You got the answer."

"Tell me correctly Ara! I've been tormented for more than a week just to get it all done and see you! Don't take it as a joke!" shouted Tristan huffled.

Tristan ...

Ara speechless. He can't answer anything. Tristan leaned closer and lowered his body. Putting his head on Ara's shoulder.

"I really tormented Ara. Don't torture me anymore. I can't afford it." Tristan's deterioration left Ara unable to do anything about it. He shut his eyes and shut his mouth for a moment.

Ara rubbed Tristan's high back. And then hugged that body.

"Even though I love you, we must remain like this. We can't be together." Suddenly Tristan straightened his body and cupped both of Ara's cheeks. Of course this made Ara surprised.

"I'm sure my love doesn't clap one hand. You loved me. Not hate me. It's really annoying if you do that to me," said Tristan finding the phrase I love from Ara's lips.

Ara stuck.

"If it's grandpa you're worried about, we can think together. You don't have to run away and make me restless" Tristan said as she looked at Ara softly and warmly.

The eyes of sad, tired, and anxious are gone. Ara's words seem to work. Although Ara actually wanted to keep her love in her heart, seeing Tristan look excited again, Ara let go as well.

Let ... Somehow later.

Tristan smiled as she touched Ara's lips with her fingertips. The eyeballs were not staring into his beads. Tristan was focused on Ara's lips.

I ... will be kissed again.

Tristan brought his face closer. He was about to kiss the girl's lips, when a voice stopped him.

"Fuck!! The potatoes are finished in the harvest yet?!" A scream made Tristan not kiss. Moreover, Ara strongly pushed Tristan's body. Until the man got away from her. "Name ...!!" The voice came to a halt after successfully finding Ara's figure in the hut.

"Sir."

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