White Butterfly || Eng Ver. Freenbecky GxG

Chapter 6

Becca tries to focus on studying. She was also trying hard to ignore Freen's words. But can not. She had never felt this way.

Previously, when at school or on campus, Becca was a woman who was popular because of her beauty. All men like her, not infrequently the love letters are in the desk drawer. Becca even always receives lots of gifts, almost every day.

Becca is used to all of that, especially when she hears the words I like you from her fans. Not one or two people, lots of men who want Becca, until college athletes try to get her attention. Men who dream of women also want Becca. They said the word 'like' more than a dozen times. While Becca's heart was not touched in the slightest, her feelings were not moved at all. Even the heartbeat is normal.

But now, as those words left Freen's mouth, her heart couldn't stop pounding so hard, even her chest seemed to be rising and falling rapidly. Becca's mind still remembered Freen's face when she said that and her ears were still repeating what she heard, as if she didn't want to be forgotten.

The words I like you Becca wants to hear again. She wanted Freen to say it again. Her mind occasionally whispered that she might have misheard the words, but when she replayed the scene over and over again, she could hear the words clearly .

She likes me?

What does she like about me?

What does she mean by liking now?

She really has feelings for me?

Romantic?

Why can she like me?

If explained, Becca has thousands of questions, this time she is possessed by a curious ghost.

Becca took a round mirror that was on the edge of her study table, she saw her reflection there. When she looked in the mirror she played with her eyes, blinked several times, then slightly made her lips look sexy, then looked at the right and left corners of her face. She realized she was beautiful. But, what Freen likes about her is the question Freen seems to have answered absolutely this time.

So far she has never liked women, also , none of the women who like her. So, this time she really needed enlightenment, why Freen could say that.

Becca took her cell phone from her bag and dialed Saint's number. She sighed, then said, "I don't have Freen's number yet," and even more nervous, Becca called the contact.

Freen, pick up, she whispered softly.

However, no answer.

Becca felt a little disappointed. Actually she wouldn't ask Freen the question what do you like about me , she knew it would make them awkward. She just wanted to contact Freen, asking if she had arrived or not.

To be more precise, she already missed Freen.

Becca understood very well, this feeling was not natural, she had never felt this passionate. Like, don't want to be far away, don't want to miss an opportunity, either to talk or want to hear Freen's voice again.

Becca realized she was a little crazy about Freen.

This is only the second meeting, let alone the third, fourth and so on. Becca might just lose control.

Becca sighed for the umpteenth time. She didn't call the number again, just once. She didn't want to be like a teenager who called so many times until she was picked up, even though she really wanted to do that from the bottom of her heart. However, no . She has to maintain her image, she is Armstrong after all. Yes, I can't be like this, Becca said to herself.