Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 86

Jasmine smiled triumphantly as she looked at Gibran who was holding back her desire, in fact Jasmine was only teasing Gibran and did not really want to have sex, Jasmine recalled her body condition that had not fully recovered, she said, especially now that she is pregnant.

"You're purposely making me passionate, aren't you?" Gibran looked at Jasmine impervious, who was stared at only an indistinct smile. Gibran who was anxious with the actions of his wife who bravely touched his heirloom in a public place was immediately grabbed Jasmine's right hand and kissed him repeatedly.

"No, why am I fadin you too," elak Jasmine while holding back her smile. If only now he was not sick, maybe they are now exercising produce sweat with the sound of sighs and moans that make them forget everything.

"Continue, now you have to take responsibility!" gibran said in a resolutely authoritative tone.

"I'm not pregnant with you, Mom. So, I don't have to take responsibility, do I?" Jasmine smiled until her eyes looked narrow due to the cheeks that were raised upwards as she smiled.

"Obviously you don't make me pregnant, but I can make you pregnant." Gibran smiled grinning, he grabbed Jasmine's neck to get closer to her then he gently kissed Jasmine's lips. The kiss of money starts from the kiss getting deeper and deeper until their tongues are intertwined, a wet and warm kiss that makes Gibran's passion more awake and needs to be channeled.

"Sweet" Gibran said after their kiss.

"Mas, let's go back to my nursery!" bring Jasmine with a soft voice.

"Why go back there? I still want to date you here." Gibran refused, he kissed Jasmine's forehead and ruffled his wife's hair until it fell apart.

"Capek, I want to sleep." Jasmine pretended to yawn.

"Sleeping or sleeping?" Gibran raises his eyebrows while smiling at his wife who looks sullen because she continues to tease.

"Just keep going!" jasmine was upset.

"Don't pout that much, the more beautiful my wife is if it's a sizzle." Gibran pinched Jasmine's nose and hugged her again.

"Laper," great-granddaughter Jasmine was followed by a stomach voice that asked to be filled immediately.

"What do you want to eat hem?" Gibran felt Jasmine's attitude was awkward.

"Can you eat chicken soto?" Jasmine looked at Gibran with a pleading gaze.

"Soto, Mas Don't porridge, not good." Jasmine played the finger of her right hand on the chest of Gibran's field with a twisting motion.

"No, you can only eat porridge." Gibran still won't allow it.

"God, may!" Jasmine ngeyel's.

"Cannot. Listen Mas, you are still sick, your digestion must be filled with foods that are smooth and tasteless, that is so you recover later. So, eat some porridge, huh?" Gibran gave his understanding in a subtle way, lest he offend Jasmine for her prohibition.

"Let's ask permission from dr. Adit!" Jasmine stood on her own, she slowly sat in a wheelchair and asked Gibran to push her..

"Come, Mas! Push the wheelchair!" Jasmine pulled Gibran's hand to stand up from her seat immediately.

"No way." Gibran instead folded his two hands in front of his chest while looking flat at his wife's eyes.

"But twice, Mom. After soto, how?" Jasmine made a tempting offer for Gibran.

"What's all that?" Gibran doesn't understand Jasmine's code.

"Well that's when you don't know?" Jasmine pointed at Gibran's heirloom that was still residing in its place.

"Okay ready, the bird's ready to enter the nest." Gibran shouted until it invited the attention of people.

"Maaaaa." Shame on Jasmine now.

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