This is a serious situation.
"Now listen to me, I'm not going leaving you. You need to trust me so you won't get that bad dreams again. Okay?" I try to reassure him.
"That's why you must always be honest with me everything part of your life so I don't have to torture to information out of you. It's exhausting, Feng Teng," I affirm.
"Babe, I'm sorry." He is guilty.
When I see his face, automatically I reach forward and pull him back between my thighs.
This is one of those moments, where I'm the strong one. They are becoming more frequent as I'm working out him. He might look tough outside but inside very fragile and insecure.
"Feng Teng. Have you had bad dreams kind like this before?" I ask firmly.
"NO." He accepts my hold and squeezes me tight to him.
"That's because you were drunk," I scoff at him.
"No, I am not a drunker!" He denied.