I Am Warning You As His Girlfriend

The man suddenly held on to the door frame when he reached the room, refusing to barge in further.

"What's wrong?"

"I think we should bathe together."

In the end, she did not have a chance to soak long inside the bathtub before her period came.

The woman lay on the bed, curled up lazily in his arms as he blow-dried her hair. His embrace was warm and comfortable, surpassing the use of any heating pad.

"What do you want for dinner?" he asked.

"I can eat anything. Hey, you just pulled my hair." She purred coyishly.

The man turned off the hairdryer and used his hand to soothe down her crown of glory.

"Is your tummy still hurting?"

"It's bearable."

"What do you mean by 'bearable'?"

She used to roll around in pain whenever she had menstrual cramps.

She looked up and shot him a glimpse of mild ludicrosity. "It's my tummy. Why do you care?"