"Are you afraid?" The mellow voice was above Sophie Lopez's head.

"Ah! No ... Just ... just not used to it." The trembling voice betrayed the terror in her heart.

"Not used to be intimate with men? Or strangers?" The man didn't touch her, but she was nervous and afraid.

"You can regret it now." The man raised her chin and turned her face towards him.

"You ..." Sophie Lopez's froze when her deer-like eyes saw the mask on the man's face.

A mask?

Sophie Lopez thought of thousands of possibilities, but she didn't expect this coming. Although she couldn't see his face, judging by his voice and his hands, he shouldn't be too old.

At least she didn't see any wrinkles.

"I ... I don't regret it."

The man didn't talk anymore, and went out. Sophie Lopez was relieved a bit. But before she could even catch her breath, he came back again with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Too much tension is not good for conception. Drink something and relax." The man put the glasses on the side table.

Sophie Lopez's face turned red. Angry? Annoyed? Maybe both. And she was also humiliated. She didn't say anything, picked up a glass of wine and drank up.

"Is it expensive?" Sophie Lopez was surprised at herself for asking such a question without a backbone.

The man was obviously stunned, then took up his glass and put it in front of his nose to breathe deeply.

Sophie Lopez looked at the label on the bottle. It says: Lafite in 1982.

"Not really, only tens of thousands."

Sophie Lopez's head was pounding, and a nameless fire in her chest was running upwards. She really wanted to pour wine on the man. Before she could put it into action yet, there was a white shirt threw onto the white carpet.

"You......"

Sophie Lopez instinctively grasped her T-shirt. Her heart was beating faster and faster. She closed her eyes in panic when she was about to touch the man's tanned skin.

"I......"

"You can drink more if you like." The man's voice was low, and there seemed to be a smile in his charming voice. Sophie Lopez opened her eyes and saw the muscles of the man's back.

She watched dully as the man walked into the bathroom as if nobody was there, and the door was closed.

The sound was coming from the bathroom. Through the frosted glasses, she could see the tall man standing inside, and she could also feel his strength. Her hands became fists, and she couldn't breathe. Sophie Lopez knew that she had no willful power, and her mother was fighting death every day, enduring painful chemotherapy, and the high medical expenses. This month, she already ran out of her savings. In order to raise expensive medical fees, she went to a nightclub to sell liquor. There were always men who wanted to take advantage of women there. She could bear it for the sake of money.

Her chest seemed to be stabbed, and it hurt, and then the tingling ran along the veins of her heart, and she laughed at herself. Dignity was not affordable for her. If she could save her mother's life, it was worth it to give up her dignity.

At this time the door of bathroom was opened and the man came out. A pure white towel was wrapped around his waist, a few drops of water dripped on the his tanned skin, along his texture line, and mixed to exude a lazy and fatal smell, but the mask was still on his face.

He wiped his wet hair with a towel and walked barefoot leisurely towards Sophie Lopez.