Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 64

They both slept well and had good dreams, only they and God knew what they were dreaming.

In the morning, Jasmine wakes up earlier than Gibran. The dawn was still a long time but Jasmine could not sleep anymore, all she could do now was play her finger on the bare chest of her husband who since last night had truly become a real husband.

Gibran held Jasmine's hand and bit his finger as he was amused by what the wife was doing. "Geli, Sweetheart. You want to ask again?" Gibran spoke with his eyes still closed.

"Cock you wake up too?" Jasmine observed the handsome face of her extremely handsome husband in her opinion.

"Why did I wake up?" Gibran instead asked back with a handsome smile that made Jasmine's heart disco hence, Jasmine held onto her chest as she felt her heartbeat getting faster and faster, she smiled and immediately kissed her husband's cheek with a feeling of anxiety and a face that was already flushed with embarrassment.

"You're a real habit, Mom. If asked, ask back. My heart feels like it's going to escape the chest cavity if you see your sweet smile." Jasmine wriggled amusedly and immediately distanced Gibran's already mischievous hand behind the blanket that covered both of their bodies.

"Darling, let me play. You have nothing to lose in ahem-ehem as a handsome husband as me." Gibran pleaded with cute eyes, Lord ... Jasmine would never be able to resist if her husband was already like this. However, Jasmine clucked in annoyance upon hearing her narcissistic husband's words had indeed passed.

Huf ... Jasmine exhaled a sigh of resignation. After all, she would not sin because the one who did it was her own lawful husband. Jasmine is also very happy because Gibran's handsome face will probably make her have handsome and beautiful children later.

"Yes, my mom. You may ask for my ration, but slow down because I still feel sick." Jasmine smiled, Gibran hugged her and showered her with kisses.

"That's dong, honey. Em.... If you have a child want a baby boy or baby girl?" Gibran stared into his wife's eyes.

"Male or female I will accept, Mas. Because they're flesh blood I'm just like you." Gibran nodded in agreement with his wife.

"How many kids do you have?" asked Gibran again, this time he was already on the body of the wife and began to do the action gently.

"Whatever God thanks me for, I really want to have a boy with a girl. But, as for the sex of the first child, I don't want to be picky." Jasmine said solemnly. After all, in Jasmine's eyes the boy and girl were the same.

"I want to have three children" Gibran said in a hoarse voice because his own was now in his wife's possession with nothing.

"Maorom." Jasmine yelled in annoyance at her husband's actions, upset that Gibran was putting their bodies together a little rough when he had promised to slow down.

"Why?" I swear to whatever, Jasmine wants to hit her husband in the face, which looks really annoying right now. Jasmine bit Gibran's shoulder and left a pretty severe scar there, but Gibran did not care about it because Gibran instead accelerated the rhythm of the game.

Jasmine's sigh grew more and more so as Gibran played as he pleased himself. "It hurts," Jasmine groaned with her tired face.

"Hold on a second, honey. I'm going to arrive ... Aarghts." Gibran lapsed on the body of his wife who had fainted. Fainted? Yes, Jasmine fainted from not being able to keep up with Gibran's brutal play.

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It had been almost seven days they were in Paris, and 4 days in the beginning almost every night they had a husband and wife relationship. Why could that be? You must have known the cause. The answer is because they go to Paris did intend for a honeymoon to quickly have children. However, these past three days they were no longer related, it was not Jasmine's intention to refuse to serve Gibran, yet she was sick from exhaustion with the activities they were doing in bed, which makes the power drained.

Perhaps, if Gibran did not do it brutally, in one week they have done about 21 times. The honeymoon that was supposed to be beautiful was destroyed by Jasmine's pain.

"It's okay to be home tomorrow, Mom. I've been a little bit sniffy." Jasmine hugged her husband tightly, her hands unwilling to take off the goods for a single second except for the urgent moments.

"Sorry, yes, dear. It's all because of me, if every night I don't do brutal surely you won't get sick rich gini." Unaware by Gibran, his regret made his tears fall, the guilt for his wife was so great that he never felt calm.

"Kok cry? Don't cry dong, Mas! The handsome's gone when it cries." Jasmine chuckled feeling sorry for her husband who since the incident that night kept apologizing to her. Swiping tears Gibran with his thumb then Jasmine kissed two eyes Gibran who still continued to shed tears profusely.

"Go home next week, yeah!" gibran said on the sidelines of his cries.

"No way, I miss Gio, Mas." Jasmine's eyes glazed over because she had missed her brother so much.

"Think of your health, if you come home sick like this, you think your father and mother will ngizinin you meet Gio?" Gibran's words made Jasmine speechless and looked down miserably, Jasmine knew that her in-laws would definitely not allow her to meet her sister. Not because of fear of Gio getting infected, but because he did not want to make Jasmine more sick.

Jasmine let go of her husband's embrace and walked down from the bed to the bathroom. "What do you want?" Gibran was still worried about his wife.

"You peed," Jasmine replied briefly.

"You want to accompany me?" Gibran offered to help.

"Not to." Jasmine immediately passed into the bathroom.

Five minutes later, Jasmine had already returned from the bathroom and immediately went back up to the bed to ask for a hug from Gibran. Gibran happily hugged his wife.

"Don't you have any coins?" Jasmine's question made Gibran frown his forehead.

"Have it, what are you doing?" Gibran tidied up Jasmine's hair that covered her pretty face.

"I'd like to ask for a drukine, Mas Gibran take the lotion in my makeup bag!" jasmine's orders.

Gibran agreed, he got out of bed and took the lotion, after which, he said, he took the coin in his wallet and told Jasmine to take off the clothes he was wearing and told his wife to sleep on her stomach to make it easier for him to do his job.

Jasmine immediately did as her husband commanded, Jasmine occasionally laughed as she was amused by the scraping of her husband at the waist. However, it did not make Gibran stop, and within 10 minutes, Jasmine's back was already tattooed with a red skeleton motif.

After finishing, Jasmine put on her clothes back and slept in the hope, if she woke up later she would get back to health so that she would be able to return home quickly to Indonesia.

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