Daisy Ginger was being stared at by his crazed eyes, feeling a chill running down her spine.
"Ian Linton, are you drunk?!" She struggled a bit, his fingers clamped down on her shoulder as if trying to dismantle her bones, causing her to wince in pain.
But her strength was pitifully insignificant compared to the man's violent strength; she couldn't shake off the force he was exerting on her.
Daisy was a bit anxious and also a bit scared, she shouted sharply, "Ian Linton, let go! If you keep this up, I'll call for help!"
Her words seemed to stimulate Ian Linton even more, his bloodshot eyes reflecting an unreadable light, speaking to her with an indescribable tone: "Daisy Ginger, I cherish you so much... and yet you willingly degrade yourself! How could you fall so low? You disappoint me deeply, you really disappoint me..."
