Edward Stephens pulled her again.
"Come on."
No way!
Daisy Ginger struggled, turned around to run, but was pulled into the elevator by the man.
He leaned against the elevator wall, playing with a golden room card in his hand. The dazzling light and shadows danced on his fair fingertips, like golden butterflies fluttering brilliantly at his fingertips.
His expression was calm, his dark eyes gazed at her, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His features were exquisitely handsome, so affectionate it could almost drown a person.
Daisy Ginger glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. When their eyes met, the man gave her a gentle smile.
"..." Daisy's heart fluttered slightly, and she awkwardly averted her eyes.
Pretty boy trick, can't afford to provoke.
*
The evening was dusky.
Daisy, after taking a bath, was gently carried out of the bathroom by someone.
Her waist was sore, her legs were weak, she felt drowsy, and had no strength left.
