The staff member instructed again: "Serve him well after you go in. If you do it well, you don't have to worry about your life any more. If not, it is not just losing your life. Remember it!"

Sophie nodded and said gently, "Thank you for your reminder."

The elevator door opened, and Sophie stepped out and went to the presidential suite at the end of the corridor step by step.

She stood in front of the suite door, rang the doorbell, and no one answered. She put her hand on the handle and turned it slightly, clicking it, and the door opened.

Sophie took a deep breath and walked in.

"Mr. Smith?"

She stood at the brightly lit entrance, but still no one answered. Sophie hesitated, entered the room, and stepped on the ground in high-pitched heels, making a clear sound, as if it struck in her heart.

Success or failure? She must succeed.

"Mr. Smith, I'm Miller... Ah!"

Before she could say a word, she was suddenly held by a hand around the slender waist, the cold air rushed towards her, and then she was thrown by that strength onto a slippery wall, and her chin was pinched by two strong fingers.

"Who are you?"

Sophie blinked, and through the mist, the man showed a familiar and strange face. There was thick black dripping hair, plump forehead, flying long eyebrows which were like carefully trimmed black satin. Below, a pair of beautiful and amazing eyes were inlaid in the eye sockets slightly deeper than ordinary people.

Cold, clean, clear and enchanting.

At that moment, those eyes reflected her astonished face.

The straight and three-dimensional nasal tube, slightly eagle hook on the nose, crimson thin lips which froze slightly, the fortitude of the chin was born with noble air.

No other man could be so handsome, he was more handsome than those on the magazine covers.

Kevin, it was really Kevin!

Sophie's face flashed with joy, and she recovered after the shock. She said hurriedly, "Mr. Smith, my name is Sophie, and I'm here to see you today ... oh!"

Sophie's words were interrupted again.

This was clearly a bathroom, and the shower not far away was still open, splashing with mist.

The man's body seemed to have just been washed in cold water, and the thin lips were attached with coldness. Both of them froze.

Then Kevin seemed to be stimulated by this warmth. He clasped Sophie's back brain, and forced her into her arms at the same time.

The white shirt and suit pants on his body were already soaked, dripping with cold water. Sophie was dragged into such a cold and hard embrace, her body trembling, and the white chiffon skirt on her body was soaked and transparent, and became as embarrassed as Kevin.

With the alternation of hot and cold, Sophie seemed to be thrown into the ice and fire.

Struggling, afraid, and throbbing.

She slapped Kevin's back, but her smashed hands hurt, and the man never let go.

Perhaps her hands kept messing up too much, and he hugged her in a circle, pouring cold water, and then the two turned to a position. Kevin leaned against the wall and positioned her hands between his rigid spine and wall.

Sophie, like a lamb to be slaughtered, could only be swallowed clean and helpless by a hungry wolf.

Some terrible memories, like nightmares, swept through. Sophie's tears unconsciously rolled off like broken pearls, penetrating between the entangled lips.

Kevin felt it, he looked up suddenly, stared at the past, the scene in front of him made him tight.