Don't Anyhow Touch
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Lu Ning was speechless.
Was she being despised?
Ou Xuyan waved the whip in her hand as she approached Lu Fan, lying on the bed. The whip was about to hit him, but Lu Fan did not move at all.
Ou Xuyan was about to hit him, but at this moment, he suddenly stretched out his large palm and grabbed the whip. Xuyan's eyes changed, and she wanted to pull back the whip. Lu Fan pulled hard, and his tall figure jumped up like a cheetah. Then, Xuyan flung onto the bed.
Xuyan's delicate back pressed against the bed, and she immediately wanted to get up. However, Lu Fan's handsome and unruly face was magnified in her sight. He held her whip with one hand and pressed it against the side of her head. He smiled and said, "Since you're here, where else can you be?"
The posture of the two was somewhat ambiguous. Lu Fan stood above Xuyan and pressed her under him.