Force Marriage With Her
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Freen tightened her fingers and said with mockery, "Do you really think I need to get a girl drunk to lay my hands on her?"
The pain in her wrist got worse. Becky glared at Freen.
"So what?" Becky said angrily, "Do you think that you have such a good looking face that can fool everyone ?"
Freen is now angry. Although this girl's look was not bad, but her brain was the problem.
Freen suddenly think of something. She wanted to tease this girl. She used some strength and spun her around to switch their positions.
At Becky's back was the cold wall, and in front of her was Freen who was smiling with satisfaction.
Freen started to lean her body against Becky.
"What the hell are you trying to do?" Becky was annoyed. She was starting to get a bit scared.
"You have the guts to say mean words to me for some ridiculous reason. Now I want you to see, I can bully a girl who in not drunk at all." Freen twitched her lips and smirk. "You are not drunk and I know I can still have you in my charms."
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