Lance leaned down and stared at her menacingly. "How good is he?"
"Just... Just..."
After stuttering out two words, Yvette got speechless.
She was making it up. How could she know how good he was?
The man's handsome face drew close, and his voice was also deep and husky. "Do you need a ruler to measure mine so that you can find out who is better?"
Yvette was speechless.
Her face stiffened and then she blinked her eyes. "What do you want me to measure?"
"You tell me," the man said in a hoarse voice.
Yvette's eyes widened. Was he talking about that...
What a pervert!
"You remember so much about Alan and nothing about me, right?"
Lance grabbed her hand and took it downward. "Shall I help you recall it?"
Yvette sensed that something was wrong and instinctively retracted her hand, but her hand was firmly held by the man. She was pulled toward him forcibly.
Something was wrong!
