The man standing behind the door wore a tidy, pure black shirt. He casually rolled up his cuffs, revealing his strong well-structured forearm.

His chiseled facial features were deep and handsome, and the black eyes were indifferent. There was a pure black riding-whip pinched by his slender fingers, and his thin lips were slightly raised, which seemed bloodthirsty and cruel.

With just a glance, Taylor felt that her heartbeat stopped for a while.

She hurriedly retracted her gaze, lowered her eyes, and a strange feeling quickly flashed deep in her eyes.

In the next second, she became indifferent again.

Standing behind her, Wence couldn't see the situation in the room, only staring straight at her and imagining how raptured he should feel with his palms on her back.

Thinking in this way, he couldn't even wait.

"I suggest you be obedient; then I may be gentle with you later. Otherwise—" He rubbed his palms threateningly as he walked forward.

However, before he could finish, the sound sounded again.

The black horsewhip burst out like a snake and was drawn on the person who curled up on the ground with great force.

The person's skin was split, and his blood was flowing.

Hearing the harsh screams, even Wence, who was already an experienced man, stepped back subconsciously. He even had cold sweat on his back.

"Bring him in." Daniel's cold voice came out slowly, throwing away the whip in his hand.

Bill Smith, who was standing next to him, took it immediately and wrapped it well. Then he glanced at the bodyguards standing behind him.

Upon receiving the order, the bodyguards hurried forward and dragged the man who had passed out due to pain into the room.

"And that woman." The solemn voice sounded again.

Bill was about to turn around, but he turned around and walked toward Taylor upon hearing this. His eyes behind the gold-wire glasses narrowed, and he said, "Miss, please."

The smile on the lips was gentle and elegant.

But Taylor knew that the people working for Daniel were definitely hard to deal with.

She pursed the corners of her lips, looked back at the unruly man who was still waiting behind her, and followed Bill into the room in the end.

Wence had to watch her leave even if he was about to get her, but he didn't have the courage to call out and stop her. Although he was unwilling to accept such a result, he could only stomp his feet and leave.

The fainted man was thrown on the ground like rubbish, and the blood gurgled from the wounds on his face, gathering into small turbulence on the carpet.

Taylor looked at it and frowned slightly.

"Do you know each other?" Daniel looked at her, his deep slender eyes as deep as a quiet pond, full of aggressiveness.

His gaze almost made Taylor turn around and run away, but in the end, she only secretly took a deep breath, and replied calmly, "I don't know him."

"Then why were you distressed just now?" Daniel said in a low voice, playing with the whip in his hand.

"Distressed?" Taylor was taken aback, "I was scared."

"Is that so?"

Accompanied by a faint voice of questioning, Daniel moved his right hand, and his horsewhip was raised again, accurately drawing on the face of the man on the ground.

The blood-spattered out, and a few drops fell directly on Taylor's white cheeks.

Whip by a whip, until the wounds on the man's face were so intricate that it was almost impossible to recognize his appearance, Daniel finally stopped.

"Do you feel distressed?" Daniel looked at Taylor, his lips rising slightly.

Taylor didn't hide the disgust in her eyes, "I don't know him, so I don't feel distressed, but feel a little sick."

Daniel raised the whip in his hand again.

Only this time, the whip went straight at the girl and circled her waist, twice.

The moment the whip was attached to her waist, Taylor felt that her breathing almost stopped out of nervousness.

She just returned home, but she was going to lose her life here?

And she even died just because of someone she didn't know at all?

"He can't leave here alive today." Daniel's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, his expression a bit impatient, "Since you don't know him, then sit here and watch him die, how does it sound?"

It sounded terrible!

Taylor yelled without even thinking, but she only dared to scold in her heart.

She took a deep breath and met the man's gaze, "I really don't know him, just passing by. What you want to do with him has nothing to do with me. However, I can't just watch a life disappear in front of me. So, can I leave?"

"You mean, I'm a cold-blooded animal?" Daniel raised his eyebrows, looking inexplicable.

His right hand holding the riding-whip pulled hard, and Taylor was pulled forward staggeringly.

Unprepared, Taylor's right foot accidentally tripped on her left foot, and her body fell straight forward uncontrollably.

When she finally recalled her senses and realized her position, her cheeks burst into flames.

She was kneeling on her knees in front of the chair. Daniel was sitting on, and her hands were tightly attached to his abdomen. Through the fabric of the shirt, she could even feel the eight-abs hidden inside, which were with distinct textures.

She touched it subconsciously. Well, it was a bit hard.

The room was so quiet that even the falling of the needles could be heard. Taylor realized that she was acting indecently, and her head was about to explode instantly.

She swallowed silently and raised her head cautiously. Looking at the man who was staring at her with gloomy eyes, she jumped up subconsciously.

But she didn't notice the whip wrapped around her waist had hung on the arm of the chair.

So the moment she jumped up, she was dragged back by the whip.

"Bang!" Unexpectedly, she hit the man's abdomen with her forehead and unconsciously touched his abdominal muscles.

Fuck!!!

Although Daniel looked really handsome, she really didn't mean to harass him!!!

She was not a hooligan!

Taylor pursed the corners of her lips, raised her head pitifully, and looked at the man whose face was already gloomy, "I... I didn't mean that...."

Daniel lowered his head and looked at the little woman lying on his lap whose cheeks, ears, and even neck were red. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly because of fear, and her lips were pale pink, attractive as jelly. She looked very well-behaved.

As soon as the little woman raised her head, his nose was full of a faint fragrance. It smelt sweet and sour, mixed with a slight scent of milk.

The fragrance traveled all over his body with his breathing. As if being gently soothed by a gentle and delicate hand, his irritable mind due to the rainy days gradually calmed down.

Even the ticking rain in his head also disappeared little by little.

"Are you done touching?" He fixed his gaze at Taylor's hand around his waist and said so. There was no emotion in his voice.