Ou Xuyan Packed Her Bags and Left

The man beside the bed did not say anything.

Ou Xuyan felt strange. She raised her small head to look at the man, only to see the man staring at her with bloodshot eyes. Then, he moved to untie his belt.

"Lu Fan, what... what are you doing?" Ou Xuyan quickly sensed the danger. She stepped back cautiously and retreated into the corner.

Lu Fan's tall figure pressed down directly. At this moment, a bolt of lightning struck outside the window, illuminating the man's cold and hard face.

"Lu Fan!" Ou Xuyan wanted to whip out the leather belt on her waist.

However, it was useless. The man took the first step to restrain her hand. Her pupils constricted, and she raised her leg to kick him down, but the man quickly pressed down on her knee and twisted it, directly pressing her down on the bed.

His action was straightforward and neat. When he was serious, she was somewhat unable to resist him.