My fiancé

"Which one hurts?"

"This one..." Herlyn directed Bisma's hand above her head, Bisma slowly began to gently massage her head.

"It's really comfortable..." Herlyn said smiling making Bhishma smile too, "Next time you can't get drunk again, what if I'm not with you." Bisma said advising, Herlyn nodded in agreement and smiled again. "Okay... I will obey all the words of my fussy fiancé."

Hearing Herlyn call him my fiancé, Bisma's heart tingled a little, his face reddened for some reason.

"Does it still hurt?" Bisma asked after lowering his hand because now he was starting to get tense again, touching Herlyn would only make him more nervous and Herlyn might laugh at him after this.

"It's feeling much better, but I still don't want you to leave." Said Herlyn, her eyes started to turn seductive, she pushed and leaned her body so that Bisma had to lean back.