Win fragrant cheeks

Mr. Gwyn, that's the one you took.

Who are you working with?

; Why ask

: Cheeks just want to know...

; my partner.

:....(Isn't there just enough of him?..)

; Why do you look like that? Why? Not satisfied?

(Gwyn took off the tie and looked at the little person

In front of myself)

Can't Mr. Gwyn only have cheeks?

; Who do you think you are?

; You're just another partner of mine. More important than anyone else. Simply speaking, scrub yourself.

:.. (From the words of Gwyn makes the fragrant cheeks stand.

A handful because of regret)

If you don't want me to go, serve me. (Gwyn walks in to the fragrant cheeks, both thick hands, grabs a certain waist, enters himself, and bends down to whisper in his ear)

; Satisfy me. Your debt might be halved.

All right. (Handsome face with bad smile appears)

.....

Whatever you want, just like you. Don't expect it.

Be my wife

: Yes. (So sorry. The words of Mr. Gwyn are mean.

Mr. Gwyn is mean.)

Kiss me. Satisfy me.

It's not the first time. What to do? No.

Forced (sly smiling person)

:...(The fragrant cheeks soon followed Gwyn's will.

True, for the two of us, it was not the first time. He liked when Mr. Gwyn was kind. Mr. Gwyn was kind to him only at that time. The cheeks tiptoed his feet to increase his height to kiss the elder. The arms were raised around the thick neck of the person in front of him.)

:...(Yes, he loved Mr. Gwyn. He gave up all of Mr. Gwyn. He didn't want to be like this, but always was. He didn't want to love such a mean person. Just Mr. Gwyn said a few words, his anger was completely gone.)

His thick hands squeezed the fretwork so hard that he rose his fingerprints, and he always told himself that his cheeks were just "expensive goods" that he bought to vent his emotions, but every time he saw their melancholy eyes shake, his hard heart twitched strangely, so he had to choose terrible words to defuse his feelings that he did not understand.

After a bitter kiss taste passed, Gwyn slowly dropped his lips, sharp eyes looking at the sweet, tearful face of his fragrant cheeks with a messy beating feeling.

; Don't make your face look like I'm so mean...Your father was mean, and he gambled completely and dared to put his only son on the debt negotiating table...You know, your life is only worth "fifty million."

: Cheeks know...So the cheeks agreed to be here, Mr. Gwyn...To pay for what I did...

; Yeah...So don't ask me for love or honesty, because in my world, "love is not real," it's just a hoax that people make use of!

: Mr. Gwyn...Why do you look at the mean world like that?

; (Flashes of eyes flashed away briefly; a picture of the past in which he was betrayed by his dearest woman and knocked away with the enemy flowing back in) Because I used to be 'stupid' like you, fragrant cheeks! I used to believe that hearts could buy each other, but in the end...It's money that spins the world. You too...If I had no money, no power one day, you'd be carrying away like everyone else, right?

: (Tearful) The cheeks never thought so...For the cheek, Mr. Gwyn is...

Enough! Don't come and play me in the eye! You're here because of debt, and I let you stay because of lust...We clearly agreed, don't try to cross the line to own my life because of people like me..."Who can't love?"

: And if the cheek says that...Cheek really wants to take care of Mr. Gwyn, not because of the debt?..Will Mr. Gwyn still want his cheeks?

(For a moment, the heart twitched violently on the question, but the fear of the past commanded him to relegate) Let's go...Don't daydream, fragrant cheeks. If you run out of debt, you're just a piece of junk I don't need...(Gwyn flicked, walked away to the balcony, leaving the small body collapsing to the floor of the room in isolation).

(Cr; jumjix.)# pov # Short Fick # mtbb # Mark Bam novel