Fu Xiyao had the key in her bag, but she panicked when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps behind her. Her steady footsteps created a gust of fierce wind with her legs.
She raised her small hand and hurriedly pressed the doorbell. She shouted, “Aunt Zhang, open the door! Ah!”
A long and slender hand reached over, grabbed her slender wrist, and pulled forcefully. Her beautiful back was pressed against the wall.
Her vision went dark. Ling Limu’s handsome face was already magnified in her vision.
“Ling Limu, what are you doing? This is my home. Don’t commit murder here!”
“Let go of me quickly. If you don’t let go, I’ll call for Help!”
Fu Xiyao’s two small hands were pressed against his muscular chest, trying to push him away.
At this moment, she even suspected that he was drinking. Otherwise, why would he go crazy?
