But, why is it this thing was happening to him? His imagination was running wild and all he could think of was possessing her right here and right now.
He couldn't explain why his flame of desire for her was suddenly awakened. It was growing stronger by second.
He turned off the main lights in the bedroom but he let the bedside lampshade on. It became his habit when he started having weird dreams and nightmares because of the black dragon.
Tristan climbed on the bed and lay down, maintaining their distance. He didn't want to get closer to Zhen-Zhen or else, his remaining self-restraint would completely collapse.
He moved a bit to the edge of the bed, his back was facing Zhen-Zhen. As much as possible he didn't want to look at her.
