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CHAPTER : 22
"Where did you run off to?"
A face only two inches away from me asked in a suspicious tone. I was on the ground, straddled by a body on top of me.
"You think I will never know? Do you really think I am so naive? Tsk, tsk."
Both of my hands were pinned by the hands of my captor, nails digging into my skin, bruising my abnormally pale skin.
"Please get off me! Let me explain! This is not going to work if you are planning on pushing your face into my face because I am not into girls. Got it, Liz?" I couldn't stop laughing at Liza's possessiveness. She was like one of those pets that came running towards the door when they haven't seen their loved humans all day long.
Liza got off me, but her suspicious eyes were still on me as she grumbled like a child and folded her arms on her chest.
"Now, do you care to tell your best friend where you went without her. Wait! Did you have a date with someone? Oh my god! Oh my god! Spill the beans
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