"It doesn't matter." He kissed her on the lips and replied, "I have received the best gift."

Everything brought him joy now, even the lust-filled kiss of a woman dressed as a cat.

Angela's pity for Arvin grew and she burst into tears of horror while laying in his arms.

She hated herself for having robbed Arvin of his manhood. She also hated herself for not being able to control her body and having ruined the gift that she had worked so hard on. Seriously, it was hard to come by a box that she could fit in, and then lie in it in a puddle of leather with the heat blasting all day; she really wondered how long she could stay there before she liquefied.

Arvin asked her with a smile, "Are you crying?"

He held her chin up and saw her unhappy face. Luckily, there was no tears in her eyes.

He had calmed down by now, his bull-like fervor dissipated, and his erection died down to a semi. If she hadn't had that little accident, he might have committed an unforgivable mistake.

He envisioned tying her body down with duct tape and really laying into her hard. He really wanted Angela's body, but... he was not qualified to have it.

"Do you have brown sugar?" He asked her.

Angela shook her head, "No, I don't." As far as she knew, many women used brown sugar to kill the pain of menstruation.

But she had never felt hurt on her period so she didn't need brown sugar.

During school, many girls envied her painless periods.

"Lie down, I'll go and buy some brown sugar for you." Arvin scratched her head gently. 'Maybe Angela is a legend tough girl,' Arvin thought.

Angela pulled his hand and told him, "Don't go please. I don't need any."

When she lived with her parents, their servant would prepare a glass of brown sugar water for her when she was on her period. She drank it every time but she really didn't need it.

In order for Arvin to believe her, she stood up to do several jumping jacks. "Look! Like I told you, I'm fine!"

If she was really hurt, even one jumping jack would have reduced her to a quivering tumor.

Arvin watched with satisfaction her bouncing breasts, and reluctantly accepted her demand. He yanked her back to the bed. "Sleep now. I'll leave after you fell asleep."

Although Angela was strong, Arvin still wanted to care for her as if she wasn't. He wished to pour concern over her.

But no, Angela thought with anxiety, don't go! Why would he leave her? All she wanted was his touch, and she'd feel better. She put her arms around his waist and fell into silence.

Arvin shrugged her off with puzzlement. "Big wing," she uttered in a barely audible, tender voice. "I don't want you to go! What if I feel a stomachache after you leave? Big Wing..."

Gosh! Angela was sick of her own neediness.

She had to speculate why she put on such a babyish voice. This was not what she prepared for.copy right hot novel pub