"Lola has gone mad. What did you do to her last night?"
The man's warm breath brushed against her earlobe. Freya leaned against his strong and warm chest, her heart beating uncontrollably. She struggled a bit uncomfortably, but he held her tighter.
"Not much, just scared her with a ghost mask. Who knew she couldn't handle it and went crazy."
"No wonder there was so much noise last night. You're quite cunning to think of such a tactic."
As he spoke, Bradley turned her body around and pinched her petite nose. "But you could have let someone else do such things. The basement is not suitable for you."
"I'm not as timid as Lola. Also, I'm not afraid of snakes, let alone a few mice. It wouldn't scare me!" Freya grinned mischievously. "You didn't see how Lola was crying like that, worse than
