Chapter 63: To think of changing me, you are the first

"You're talking nonsense!"

On the street outside the courtyard, the orange glow of the sunset bathed Angel's beautiful face, casting a faint blush upon her cheeks.

It seemed like the blush of the setting sun, but could it actually be the shy modesty of a young girl?

Sam stood up and picked up the small cat from the ground.

"Do you keep cats?" he asked.

Angel remained silent, not uttering a word.

Sam smiled and said, "I quite like this cat, could you look after it for me?"

Angel frowned.

"If you like cats, why don't you take care of it yourself? What do you mean by asking me to do it for you? Am I your servant?"

Clearly, for Angel, pride was of utmost importance. To her, the idea of helping could also be a form of domination.

"My room isn't big enough to keep it, and besides, I just let you eat my semen. Don't you think you should compensate me for that?"