Morgan Sang Casanova's
The Forty Eight

After reaching home, Zhoya and Morgan still silenced each other. Zhoya is trying to be indifferent to Morgan, while Morgan is feeling awkward because he thinks Zhoya might have succeeded in throwing away love for him.

"Will Brother Morgan eat?" Zhiyah started the conversation. However, she is still Morgan's wife, she must carry out her obligation to serve her husband, in terms of cooking.

Yes, but you who want me to eat_ answered Morgan's heart, his gaze could not be separated looking at the face of the beautiful woman.

"Sister, will you eat?" Zhiya repeated her question.

"Yes, I'm so hungry, please make me some fried rice."

Zhoya just nodded his head, he immediately went to the kitchen to make some fried rice for Morgan.

Zhoya held his chest pounding, he thought for these 4 days he could reduce a little bit his love for the man, but it turned out his efforts were in vain, there he missed Morgan very much, but it's useless if he says miss after all Morgan always rejects his feelings.

Zhoya only cooked one plate of fried rice for Morgan because he had eaten with Hana at Galvin's house. After finishing cooking, Zhoya delivered the fried rice to Morgan who was sitting casually at the dinner table.

"Cok just cook one plate? You didn't?" Morgan asked as soon as he saw Zhoya only carrying one plate of fried rice for him.

"I ate with sister Hana, brother. Especially now that I'm so sleepy, I'm sleeping first."

"Flame...."

Morgan's words were not finished yet, Zhoya had been playing away just like that, it seemed that Zhoya was deliberately trying to avoid Morgan.

Morgan sighed at seeing Zhoya who left him, making him no naf-su eat, but he had to appreciate the effort Zhoya had made to cook for him.

Zhoya went inside his room, he laid his body on the bed, "You must be strong Zhoy, you can definitely. Act if you can live without her, okay." Zhiya warned his heart.

Meanwhile....

Morgan had finished eating, he walked into his room feeling annoyed at his efforts to return home in vain. He thought Zhoya would welcome his return with a sweet smile, then whine terribly for Morgan, but apparently Zhoya instead acted ordinary to him.

Morgan kept pacing around in his room, to be honest he couldn't sleep, he was eager to channel the longing to the woman, kiss her, hug her, and touch her whole beautiful body.

Morgan also did not understand, why Zhoya's body became opium for him, even if he wanted him to be able to sleep with other women very easily, even Laura had given herself up to be touched by him. But he only wanted Zhoya.

"I shouldn't have come home, she doesn't seem happy to see me." Morgan grumbled.

Morgan did not realize he had been pacing back and forth in the room for two hours, the time had shown at 12 pm, Zhoya must have slept, had slept, while he was still tormented withstanding his passionate desire because it could not be channeled.

"Hhhh, you can't, you can't ignore me like a gini, a leak." Morgan preferred Zhoya's spoiled, playful demeanor compared to Zhoya's current one, acting like a mature woman and chanting herself.

Morgan thought he should see Zhoya, he immediately came out of his room. Then knocked on Zhoya's room door.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

"Bocil, we need to talk."

Morgan knocked the door back.

"Bocil, don't be indifferent to me, I prefer your old attitude. Come out, if you don't go out, I'll go into your room."