The Trait of Love The Player
Wounds in Two Different Places
Yasmine stared unblinkingly as she arrived at the room she and Elvier were about to occupy. This room is many times larger and more luxurious than the room in the apartment and even his own home.
"Beach, I'll go to the balcony" said Elvier.
Yasmine had not had time to reply to her words the man had already passed away from her. The infuriating prince told her to take a bath, but didn't give her a change of clothes. Then what should she wear? princess Yasmine will not wear the same outfit a second time.
But if he doesn't clean up, it's uncomfortable. Yasmine harrumphed, if only Elvier was still not far from her, Yasmine made sure the heels she was wearing right now would land on the man's head.
"Ck sucks! what do I have to wear later?" yasmine grumbled, but she could not help but step into the bathroom.
While on the balcony, Elvier was calling someone. From his tone, they were in a serious conversation.
"The two men want a grandchild from me! he's playing me Uncle!" lamented Elvier.
"You're married El, what a hard thing. Give him as many grandchildren as your father wants, make it easy!" sahut The Uncle.
Elvier sounded clucked, his intention to find a solution from the Uncle, instead this old man even more frustrating.
"Uncle you know what I'm going through right now, there's no way I'm asking Yasmine for my rights. Then once she's pregnant, I'll men-,"
"Then who would you make your son with, if not your wife!" uncle Ahmet is upset.
Elvier scooped his face rough, one hand clasping tightly onto the iron barrier of the balcony.
"I'm sure you'll recover Vier, don't ever be pessimistic. Uncle and Burak are working on a donor candidate that suits you" he continued.
Elvier smiled wryly, he bemoaned his own life. Wanting to be happy it was very difficult, Elvier closed both eyes to control the taste buds in the chest.
"There will be no heart to match my Uncle, this is the umpteenth time you've searched. Do not waste your time in vain, I can live and work until now just because of the support of drugs provided by Doctor Fa'aaz." he explained.
"Therefore I will not touch my wife, I want her to remain holy until Uncle arrives. I don't want my son to call Dad to someone else when Yasmine decides to find my replacement after I die!" next Elvier.
Uncle Ahmet fell silent, the old man did not make the slightest sound.
"I'll never touch Yasmine Pam" Elvier said.
Prangs!
The sound of shattering something from behind, Elvier was surprised to see Yasmine was cleaning the broken glass from the cup she dropped.
"I'm sorry" Yasmine said.
The girl in long knee-length dress still picked up the broken glass with her bare hands, while Elvier was still silent in place.
"Aawww," ringis Yasmine as one of her fingers is scratched by a broken cup.
As if awakened by Yasmine's ringing, Elvier immediately moved both of her legs closer to the Princess.
Grep's!
Elvier reached for Yasmine's ring finger, which had been scratched by the glass, and then without hesitation immediately inserted the beautiful lentic finger into her mouth.
"Other times reduce a little your carelessness and stupidity! use a broom do not use your hands directly!" circus Elvier.
After saying that Elvier immediately threw out Yasmine's hand, he got up and went away.
While Yasmine, the girl was still staring blankly at the balcony.
'I'll never touch Yasmine'
'I'll never touch Yasmine'
'I'll never touch Yasmine'
The girl smiled wryly as she recalled the words Elvier had accidentally heard earlier. Yasmine clenched one of her hands that was still grasping a shard of glass, making fresh blood flow back from her palm.
"You don't want to touch me El, all right. Let's see how strong your faith is." muttered Yasmine.
Somehow he felt challenged to make the Khilaf Prince inner born.
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