My Lord, My Billionaire Master

William fixed his eyes on her, following the movements of her dress, the

displeasure in his black eyes gradually disappeared. His eyes became even darker, locking tightly onto her slender and fair waist.

His eyes were "burned" by sexiness earning from youth.

This woman dressed in student uniform clothes was this seductive.

William's body gradually tensed up. If it wasn't for the fact that today was a special day, he would have "taken care of her" on the spot.

"That's it, no need to change." William said, "Come here."

Alice's face was burning red as she stood there. After hearing what was said, she stood even straighter and refused to go over.

In the past, he must have started to make a move.

"Come here!" William stared at her, "Why are you as stiff as a dead person today? Come here."

As he spoke, William walked towards her and grabbed her slender wrist, then walked to the side of the table. The moment his fingers touched her, Alice's body became even more stiff like a rock.

It's over. It's about to begin.

She didn't want to be in the wilderness...

Alice bit her lips tightly, every piece of flesh on her body becoming stiff.

"Alice, what's wrong with you today?" William looked at her strangely, then picked

her up and carried her to the dining table like she was a child.

Then he let go of her.

There was no further movement, nothing.

As expected, Alice sat at the dining table and looked at William with suspicion.

Why not just do it?

What else did he want to play? Was he torturing her?

William walked in front of her and elegantly pulled out the cork of red wine with his slender fingers. He poured the red wine into two tall wine cups.

Staring at the color of the red wine in the cup, William said in a hoarse voice, "This wine is from the year 86, and has always been stored in England."

If Alice were to carefully observe William's expression, she would realize that today was different from normal.

However, right now, all she could think about was adult games in the wild. She couldn't care less as she stared at the wine in the cup, her fingers touching the crystal hair band on her head as she pursed her lips.

Yes, a drink first.

When she was drunk, she wouldn't be aware of her shame.

With that thought, Alice reached out and poured the red wine into her mouth. "Alice, what are you doing?"

William stood there and watched as all of the red wine that he had stored for many years was consumed in a single gulp.

She didn't know how precious or valuable this wine was, she drank it all in one gulp!

"It's fine, don't mind me, just do what you want when I'm drunk." Alice said to him as if she was facing death.

As she spoke, she stood up and poured the bottle of wine into her cup. She had completely given up on herself.

Since she wouldn't be able to escape, she could only get drunk on her own. Whatever he wanted to do, let him be.

She wanted to drink until she was unconscious.

William watched as she drank another cup of wine. Did this woman go crazy today?

"No."

When Alice once again reached out for the bottle, William held her hand and said coldly, "If you're drunk, then I will have another woman to do it."

"Why do you need company? You can just enjoy it by yourself." Alice was extremely embarrassed.

It wasn't like that she had to cooperate with him if he wanted to play this never- ending wild mountain game. As usual, he was the only one enjoying himself.

"No, I want you to stay with me!" William unhappily pushed her hand away.

"Hiss..."

The wound on Alice's hand was hit, causing her to immediately shout out in pain, she sat back down on the white dining chair and frowned.

"What's wrong?" William's black eyes was stunned, walked to his side of the table and grabbed her hand. Three Band-Aid s were pasted on her palm, "How could this be?"

His voice became lower.

"Nothing."

Alice retracted her hand, and was grabbed back tyrannically.

"Speak, how did you get it? Are you tricked by the instructors of the British cuisine

class?" William asked coldly, with a very bad tone.

He had only left her for a short while, yet she had injured her hand.

Alice shook her head, "No, I was the one who got injured."

"How?" William held her hand, stopped talking for a while, then suddenly understood what was going on. His face turned extremely dark, and his tone became even worse, "Are you trying to grab the window to escape again?"

Just like last time in The Isle of the Clouds.

Alice lowered her head silently.

In the next second, William slapped her on the head fiercely, his tone carrying a dense unhappiness, "Do you like to climb the windows so much? Next time, I'll seal the window!"

She thought she was a monkey, and she climbed the window every time.

Alice remained silent.

William sat down beside her and placed her hand on his palm. His black eyes carefully inspected the Band-Aid on top of it.

The Band-Aid made it look ugly.

Alice wanted to retract her hand, but William glared at her coldly and said, "Don't move!"

"You were the one who got injured in your escape. Are you a dog or a donkey?" William scolded her.

She wouldn't escape unless he would not play this low-class game in the wild.

As Alice thought about it resentfully, her hand suddenly felt a chill, as if a light breeze had swept over her palm.

The moment she raised her eyes, she saw William holding her hands to carefully inspect them. The outline of his face was like a sculpture.

And now he was blowing gently into her palm.

Very focused.

It was like he was holding a rare treasure, carefully concentrating on it.

Alice sat there, her heart was trembling fiercely, an indescribable feeling lingered in her heart.

He was blowing on her wound.

Ever since she was young, she had been injured counteless times. However, this was the first time she had been examined so carefully.

The solemness on William's face made her absent-minded, and made her feel as if she was heavily injured.noveldrama

"How is it? Is it painful? " William blew on it for a few times and asked, looking straight at her.

"It's nothing, it's just a small wound."

Alice uncomfortably closed her eyes and retracted her hand once again.

William said coldly, "Your hand is going to draw and cook for me, how can you possibly be injured?"

"It's really nothing."

"Alice!" William grabbed her hands and glared at her with his black pupils. His face was full of seriousness, "Listen up, you are not allowed to hurt your hands again. Otherwise... I will make you stop using your hands for the rest of your life!" "Are you going to chop it off?"

"It's such a pity to cut it." William grabbed her hand, his gaze sweeping up and down her fingers as if he was looking at a delicious meal, his gaze growing darker and darker. After a long time, he opened his mouth and spoke each word arrogantly, "I will tie up your hands with chains, so you won't use them any longer."

Did he really think of her as a donkey?

"Did you hear that?" William asked, like teaching a dog.

"Yes."

Alice could only nod her head, not going against him.

"As long as you are obedient." Only then did William become satisfied. His tensed

expression slightly relaxed, he suddenly lowered his head and bit her finger, his tongue curling up.

Like a small electric current hitting her fingers, Alice's body uncontrollably trembled.

"Still as sensitive as ever."

William laughed sinisterly, and kissed two more times on her fingertip.

Alice looked at him warily. Was he going to start now?

She bit her lips, preparing to be attacked by William, but William didn't kiss her again. He held her hand tightly in his palm with one hand and placed the bottle of wine to the side with the other, "You can't drink alcohol anymore."

Uh.

He still didn't touch her.

He kissed her, but she was stiff. She didn't want him to touch her, and she was extremely nervous, not knowing when he will start, Alice felt like she was going

crazy.

William did not see her unease. His gaze fell on the table as he continued, "This dish cannot be eaten, this either!"

He was just saying what she couldn't eat, that he had no intention of touching her.

There was a lot of food on the table.

Under William's flailing of fingers, a plate of sun egg s was placed in front of Alice. This was the only thing she could eat right now.

"When you go back, you can't get your hands wet, you can't take anything heavy, you can't touch anything sharp. Do you hear me?" William talked a lot.

Alice sat by the side and listened. She wanted to say that he made a big fuss out of it, she just had two cuts, there was no need to exaggerate it.

But seeing the seriousness on his face, she could not speak the words that were about to come out of her mouth. She could only tremble.

It had probably been a long time since someone had been so concerned about

her.

A small wound that even she wouldn't notice, yet he was so nervous that she wasn't allowed to eat this or that.

The angry and despotic William instantly turned into a wordy old granny for her.

This caused her heart to palpitate for a moment.

"Eat." William placed a plate of sun egg in front of her and ordered her to eat it.

"There's still a lot of time tonight."

A long time?

Did he want to play for a long time? How could she have the mood to eat?

Alice pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and said as if she was facing death,

"William, why don't you come over right now, and finish it early and go back earlier, ok?"

She didn't dare to enjoy his excessive concern, which made her feel like she was

in a mess.

It was better if he was straightforward and completely bad to her.

In this way, her feelings for him would not be complicated.

"How can I do this kind of thing so early? It's not like I can control it."

William said, his black eyes casting her a glance.

"You can't control it?"

Alice was startled, it was already late at night, there were only the two at the top

of the mountain.

Did he want more than just two people's games?

Thinking of this, Alice even had the thought of jumping off the cliff. "Nonsense, how would I know when the meteor will fall here!" William said, his

long fingers holding onto a knife and fork, he began to elegantly cut the sun egg, cutting them into small pieces.