The Desire of the Cold Militant
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On the other hand
Nadine looks wriggling slowly from her sleep, it feels her head is currently throbbing erratically, do not know why but it feels so painful and.
He tried to slowly open his eyeballs but it felt so heavy, as if his eyelids had not wanted to open at all since just now.
The girl tried to move her body slowly, suddenly her hands touched someone's body.
Nadine who initially had difficulty opening her eyeballs was clearly immediately wide in shock when she remembered about the incident last night.
No...!?.
Bill Rowland had someone trap and drag himself into the man's room when he began to lose consciousness.
When anxiety and fear hit him, his eyeballs suddenly widened in shock as he realized who was in front of him at this time.
"Are you feeling better?"
The sound of the baritone was heard filling his eardrum, the beautiful gray eyeballs just like his were staring at him so warmly.
He could see Azlan lying right on his right side, staring at him sideways with a white dominating pillow.
For a moment Nadine tried to frown, she thought why was that man here?!.
Didn't last night?!.
Millions of questions hit his head.
He wanted to try to get up but his body felt so tired and limp.
Did something bad happen?!.
He tried to move slowly.
"Don't force yourself, nothing bad happened, haven't I told you? I will not do it even though in a desperate state even until Ijab kabul said"
Azlan's words instantly made Nadine speechless.
The girl asked quietly towards Azlan, letting their eyes clash and meet.
Looking for something in there called love.
There was no desire because of the momentary emotionalism or desire to have because of gai.rah, only the stares of sincere love that bulged filled their gaze.
Their eyeballs each capture the shadow of their bodies where in the circle there is a figure of each of them who love each other on the basis of mutual respect and want to have.
Azlan was not a man of the clergy who lived in antiquity, he is just an ordinary man who loves a girl who has long bonded with him in the stories of the past until reunited to the present.
He was just an ordinary man who was quite good at his morals and faith, still holding firm to the unwavering principle of not touching something he considered to be haram like a drink or a cigarette, not struggling with the night world that one day could bring his parents to the doorway of hell.
But it is undeniable that he did not touch the soft hands or face of the girl he liked but never thought to fuck her before the word legitimately said from everyone's lips after he said the word I received her wedding.
Even in a desperate situation like last night, she still took refuge under her sane mind, appreciating Nadine as a kind girl who was raised lovingly by her parents.
So he still knew clearly where his limits were.
Although he will propose to the girl in the near future.
Because the most dreaded thing on earth is when he doesn't know when the intellect picks someone up.
Do not forsake sins at night and die in filthy and contemptuous circumstances to cause slander.
"Don't I tell you? don't go anywhere without someone's supervision"
Azlan said later.
"Bill Rowland barely touched you if everyone didn't quickly protect you, even life was forced to change your position last night because she no longer had a way to buy time for us to come"
Hearing Azlan's next words instantly made Nadine round her eyeballs.
"What do you mean?"
The girl clearly scrunched her forehead.