Err...?
Ou Lan was dumbfounded. Could last night have been her illusion?
Could it be that although she wanted to divorce him, she still coveted his good looks and imagined him throwing himself at her? After all, even though he was an older man, he was a handsome man, and she loved handsome men the most.
Thinking like this, Ou Lan's face instantly turned bright red, feeling incredibly guilty.
But last night felt so real; he had clearly pinned her down and almost did that to her.
She struggled to lift her head and studied his face carefully, looking for any trace of evidence.
After observing for a long time, she found no clues.
Bully Xiao looked as elegant as a noble Duke; where could he be like the ghost that harassed the girl next door last night? Besides, he clearly loved his ex-wife very much. Why would he have those thoughts about her?
It seemed that everything really was her imagination.
