Chapter 583

"Sure!" Freya answered promptly. But she soon remembered Ryan was the only one who could have alcohol. Women would get into trouble if they drank it. She suddenly blushed. To spare her embarrassment, Ryan replied, "I don't feel like drinking now. In fact, I'd die for a drag. If only we had cigarettes! But there doesn't seem to be any tobacco on this deserted island." Freya thought over his words. She resembled a mischievous child thinking up a fun game. "When I was a child, I would throw stones into the river if I was in a foul mood. We'd see who could throw them the farthest. The river isn't that big, so we can hurl them into the woods instead. Why don't we have a competition to see who can throw the farthest?" Freya glanced at him smugly. Ryan couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't envision her childish side at all. "Is a competition really necessary? You're no match for me!" Freya rubbed her nose. "Really?" She picked up a stone about half the size of her palm. "Watch thi