The Trait of Love The Player
Need Glass?
Yasmine's sharp glances were directed at Yazan who just kept looking at her deeply. The black veiled woman screeched in disdain, when she saw Yazan licking her lower lip in a manner that was as supportive.
Yasmine gripped the fork tightly, wanting it to feel like she threw the thing right into the Crown Prince's face. Maybe striking the eye of Yazan-basket would be even better.
"Why is Crown Prince Yazan, just keep staring at Miss Dancer like that?"
Yazan gasped, when he heard his Sister-in-law speak. The Crown Prince looks misbehaved, like a person who is caught stealing. Yazan was seen gulping down his drink directly, as he felt his throat was not good.
"Don't tell me you're gonna make this Miss Dancers, your second concubine?" telak Caviar's.
Both glances of his eyes stared intently at his Sister-in-law, then turned to Zorra and Haraya - who were also seen staring intently at Yazan.
"You're talking about Brother-in-law, are you looking down on me? by thinking that this dancer will be my second concubine?" Yazan chuckled at Gagu, his mouth speech was very incompatible with his heart at the moment.
Even indirectly, Yazan denigrates Yasmine's self-esteem - which they know as a dancer.
What happened to the dancers?
"If I really want to find a concubine, I'll look for a woman who's the same degree as us." she continued.
One corner of his eyes glanced at Yasmine. Yazan bit his deep lips when he saw the cold and sharp eyes of the veiled Woman.
The caviar nodded slowly, slowly he rolled his eyes to stare at Yasmine's version of the Dance Girl, with an unreadable look.
"Yes, you're right, it seems like only the Second Prince deserves to be accompanied." scorned Kaviar.
Yasmine's two hands clenched even more tightly, her jaw tightening as it held back emotions. It was like Yasmine threw the crystal glass before her towards Caviar's face. But it doesn't seem like the time is right, not because she's alone - but Yasmine doesn't want her plan ruined by the sound of her gold.
Yasmine turned her head when she heard the voice of the person she had been waiting for. His fist started to loosen, the emotion that had already reached his sweet potato slowly descended back to where it came from. Yasmine gave a small smile behind the veil she was wearing, highlighting her two eyes looking sharp due to the effect of the make up and softlens she was wearing. But so charming, making Elvier develop a smile when he increasingly erodes the distance on the Princess.
THE CUP!
The kiss was long enough and in Elvier pinned it on the Princess' forehead, before the man shifted the chair that was at Yasmine's side.
"Sorry to keep you waiting" said Elvier softly.
One hand rubbed the back of Yasmine's hand, ignoring the probing and cynical gazes of the dining table's occupants. Elvier became increasingly aware of Yazan's gaze, a meaningful gaze that led to his wife.
Kiss after kiss Elvier kept giving on the back of Yasmine's hand. The second Prince does not let his wife's hand hold a spoon or fork, Elvier prefers to feed Yasmine while he continues to enjoy the smooth skin of the Princess on his lips.
"True seductive girl," sizzled someone.
His gaze was so cynical and dislikeful. He really did not like it, because the Dancing Girl defeated him decisively. Though the veiled girl was nothing compared to herself - who held the title of the second Princess of the Abrahamic family.
"Looks like you need glass, Zoyya!" elvier's lips.
"You don't remember your disgusting behavior, when you walked into my bathroom - when I was in it. You should have glazed over, you're not only a seductress, you're also disgusting." she continued.
Elvier's words were so sharp and piercing. Even Elvier did not call Zoyya by her title. Because Elvier thought, the title of princess is very inappropriate for Zoyya.
I DON'T NEED GLASS, BUT I NEED YOU EEAAAAKKKK