The Jealous Demoness

'Am I doomed? Is she mad?'

The living room was engulfed by deafening silence.

One second…

Two seconds…

Three seconds…

No one spoke up. Zhen-Zhen was just silently staring at him with a blank expression on her face. Tristan became more anxious and restless because of that.

"Wifey?" 

"Continue." Zhen-Zhen flatly responded to Tristan.

When he heard her emotionless response he felt like crying. He didn't know whether to continue or not but Zhen-Zhen urged him again.

"Tell me everything. Don't leave any detail. How many girls?" Zhen-Zhen asked him inquisitively.

Tristan bobbed his head obediently before he spoke up again.

"Honestly, I don't remember the number of girls I interacted with in the past. But I only slept with a few." Tristan chewed on his lip again after saying that. He was consumed by guilt.