She flicked her ponytail and sneered, "No trace of gentlemanly demeanor, definitely not a good guy."
The man's deep eyes shot forth a cold, icy light.
He spoke in a low voice, "I won't resist, so are you just going to stab me with a needle?"
He touched his neck and felt a sharp pain.
"Who told you to follow me?"
"I wanted to come out with a plan with you."
"No need for cooperation, please stop following me!" Freya stepped forward and picked up the fallen silver needle.
Suddenly, she came up with a plan.
She quickly approached and reached out to touch the man's mask.
The man reacted quickly and grabbed her wrist.
"Wearing a mask in the middle of the night, are you hiding from someone?" Freya shook off his big hand and pinched her wrist.
This man was really strong; her skin was le
