Ouyang Zhi waited two days, until An Xiaomian's wounds had mostly healed, and then he planned to have his way with her today.
After all, whenever he had his eyes on a woman, it wouldn't take more than a day to conquer her and then enjoy her company for two or three days before breaking up.
This time, however, since setting his sights on An Xiaomian and truly getting her under his control, almost a week had already passed.
Yet he had not touched her, and had spent more money than he ever had on other women.
Ouyang Zhi was no kind man, nor had he fallen in love with An Xiaomian, naturally he only wanted to touch her, and when he became bored, he would let her go.
But as his hands began to tear at her clothes, his sinister gaze met An Xiaomian's tear-brimmed, clear eyes; her eyes, like those of a frightened deer, looked at him in horror, as if seeing some terrible demon.
