Pervert

Hancock struggled to open her heavy eyelids. Her blurred vision gradually focused, revealing an utterly unfamiliar ceiling.

She rubbed her still-swollen, throbbing temples and forced herself upright, looking around. It was a simply furnished bedroom, completely unlike any of the luxurious rooms aboard the Perfume Yuda.

"Where am I?"

She murmured to herself. Her last memory was of the deck of the Perfume Yuda—a strange sweet fragrance drifting over, followed by endless darkness.

"Creak—"

With a soft sound, the wooden door was pushed open, and a silver-haired young man walked in.

Seeing that Hancock was awake, he asked evenly, "You're awake?"

Hancock's sapphire eyes instantly sharpened. Like a startled young snake, she fixed her gaze on the unfamiliar man, her body tensing instinctively with vigilance.

"Did you bring me here?"

Her voice carried a trace of weakness, yet it could not conceal her innate pride.

"Yes, you all..."

Adams nodded, just about to explain what had happened.

"You insolent bastard! How dare you do something like this to me!" Before he could finish, Hancock cut him off with an angry shout. Her beautiful face was filled with humiliation and fury.

The fear of being abducted and the unease of being in unfamiliar surroundings instantly turned into rage. Without hesitation, she flipped off the bed, her slender foot striking the floor as her petite body erupted with considerable strength. A fierce kick flew straight at the silver-haired young man's face, her skirt fluttering with the motion.

Adams's expression did not change. He merely stepped back half a pace, then casually raised a hand and accurately caught Hancock's slender ankle midway, as effortlessly as if he were lifting nothing.

His eyes lowered as he glanced at it, calmly uttering two words.

"White."

Hancock froze for a moment, then realized she was wearing