Before Yvette could react, Lance sneered, "Forget it. You don't have to choose. I don't like what's secondhand anyway."
For a moment, she did not understand what he meant.
Lance stood in front of her. His long legs, wrapped firmly in trousers, separated on both sides of her body. He bent down slightly and pinched her chin, forcing her to open her mouth.
Yvette understood immediately and her little face turned pale.
Unable to break free, Yvette could only close her eyes tightly, her voice trembling, "You are crazy. Let me go!"
Lance forced her face to a suitable angle, pinched her delicate chin, and pulled her towards him. "It's not up to you."
Yvette suddenly opened her eyes. Her face was red and she glared at him angrily, "Don't you dare touch me? I would bite your balls off!"
Lance was standing close. His handsome face gave off a strong sense of oppression. He pulled his lips and let out an evil smile.
