"Okay, let's drink." Freud also picked up a glass of wine and gave Chandler an ambiguous smile. He then raised his head and drank up the wine.
Chandler lowered her head and took a small sip. She was very clear about her drinking capacity.
However, Freud wouldn't give up and he said, "I just drank it up. How come you only took such a small sip?"
"I can't really drink." Chandler could only try to show her weakness.
However, this didn't seem to work at all in front of this man. Freud insisted, "Since you dare to come here, how can you say you can't really drink? If you don't drink, I'll feed you."
While speaking, Freud put his arm around Chandler's shoulders.
As soon as his hand touched her skin, Chandler instinctively moved to the side.
However, he was unwilling to let
