
"Tristan wait"
Lana Lan was clearly in a craze as Tristan continued to tease her way into the recesses of her neck.
in the morning of Sunday when all activities are stopped in order to vacation.
"Tristana"
she keeps whining for release, afraid that Tristan's madness is driving her crazy.
"Just a moment"
whispered tristan spoiled.
"Tris is ticklish"
he chuckled as he touched Tristan's head, his eyeballs clearly displaying a feeling of being so deep, down there it clearly felt wet.
"Tris.me"
Tristan chuckles at the sound of..Sahan the wife, quickly looked at Lana Lan's face which started to turn red.
"You are this ."
as soon as Tristan's movements stopped, it was obvious that he was embarrassed, with an annoyed feeling of hitting Tristan's chest.
Tristan chuckled, still with the position of being on top, she finally tightly hugged Lana Lan's body.
"Thank you for a lot of beautiful colors some of this time dear"
tristan said softly, continuing to stare in those beautiful eyeballs.
Lana Lan smiled, gently touching Tristan's face.
"Please promise me that I won't go to bad places nicknamed discotheques anymore"
lana Lan said warmly
"Please promise not to adventure with other women, when down there is turbulent, there I am halal ready to accept responsibility as a legitimate wife of you hmm"
"For there is no dominating sin in you, Tris, that this heart and body may be free from great sin"
Lana Lan touched the soft chest of tristan, she wished that there would be no more tristan that yesterday with the worst past of her life, wallowing in the heavy mud of sin, walked towards the maxiat.
Tristan seemed to keep staring in Lana Lan's eyeballs, he had from the beginning said the Kabul hijab had sworn inwardly to continue to be loyal to Lana and whatever happened, he said, swearing to hold back his desires on others.
Tristan nodded slowly.
"God willing, I'm still walking the path to change"
Instantly Tristan's eyeballs rounded for a moment accidentally dropped something from the top of Lana Lan's pile of clothes while she was looking for something on the top shelf of the closet.
Lana Lan had already left first for the company because she had to pursue some models who would return to New York this morning, until finally Tristan let her go with Eliot first.
But suddenly while picking something up in the top cabinet a medicine bottle accidentally slid and continued rolling down the direction to the left corner of their bed, as quickly as lightning Tristan chased and picked it up. he thought maybe it was lana Lan's sedative or sleeping medicine.
In her memory of Lana Lan taking sleeping pills several times, she thought it best to bring Lana Lan to therapy at the end of Sunday once again, but Instantly he frowned when he realized what medicine was in his hand at the moment.
"This?"
clearly Tristan was clenched, looking a domineering rage from behind his handsome face, his jaw instantly hardened with teeth instantly clashing perfectly.
"Lana Lan. You're so brave..."
his anger really peaked, in one pull Tristan instantly loosened his tie with a feeling of carelessness, as lightning-fast as he descended down towards the side trunk, to the side trunk, get into his car then drive his car in a hurry.
Even without thinking long Tristan parked his car carelessly wherever he wanted.
"Master?"
a security asked confusedly towards Tristan, without waiting for the signal when the key was thrown towards him, the security immediately nodded slowly.
Tristan hurriedly climbed to the top floor, meeting Lana Lan in her study.
Obviously this morning the gripping gloomy atmosphere was clearly visible from behind Tristan's eyeballs, such aura and expression often dominated the entire company first, which meant something bad was bound to happen to the trouble makers.
The employees seemed shuddering in horror, whispering with misgivings and full of fear.
A split second later when Tristan violently walked into Lana Lan's room, it was clear the wife had just finished with her entire activity.
"Tristan, what's wrong?"
Lana Lan smiled confusedly to find Tristan suddenly entering with a slightly chaotic condition.
"Tris?"
Lana Lan asked again, then looked dazedly at Tristan with her facial expression that clearly revealed overwhelming anger.
"Tell me, what do you mean by all this?"
as Tristan said that, with a rough movement the man hit a medicine bottle right on his desk.
"Tris.."
as soon as Lana Lan's voice choked, she stared at the medicine bottle for a moment, then looked inside the husband's face
"I'm..."