The sound of rain could still be heard from the corner of the window that Bisma had deliberately opened so that his body, which had been feeling hot ever since could cool down a little and his tense nerves could relax a little.
But even though the cold air hit him, all of that was completely useless because Bisma still felt his blood boil, especially since he and Herlyn had been engrossed in a passionate kiss that was very difficult to control.
The image of how Herlyn sighed and gripped his shoulders kept flashing through his mind.
God... Save me, may my faith be strong... Once again Bisma took a deep breath, it was really bad luck because he felt like touching Herlyn's body more every second.
Currently, Herlyn is still in her room since about ten minutes ago, Herlyn said she would get pillows and blankets for her but she didn't come out of her room.