Kapitel 672: Fiendish Competition

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"What do you say, brother? Like I said earlier, why don't we make this game a lot more interesting?" Aldric smirked fiendishly, his arms wrapped possessively around Islinda.

Islinda stared Andre in the eyes, shaking her head and silently begging him to turn it down. Unfortunately, males and their inflated egos often led to poor decisions. Andre, with a confident smile as if they were about to go on a joyride, answered, "Sure, why not?"

Islinda's nostrils flared with anger. She was so sick and tired of being caught in the middle of their fights. Why couldn't Eli just let this go? Okay, maybe Andre had a little crush on her—so what? Must they measure dicks? Not that Islinda intended to literally see Andre's dick.