Phoenix didn't know what to do, having never experienced anything like this before. She was stunned for a moment before reacting by reaching out to stop him, and softly asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"
"Or do you want some water?"
Ye Zheng was drunk, naturally unable to hear the woman's words. He just turned over onto his side, murmuring something indistinctly—
Phoenix didn't hear him clearly, assuming he wanted something, so she leaned her ear closer to him, "Ye Zheng, can you say that again? I didn't hear you clearly just now."
The man was drunk, perhaps dreaming. He suddenly reached out and hugged Phoenix, smoothly rolling over and pressing her beneath him, whispering some unintelligible words, fragmented and unclear.
Phoenix always thought she was powerful, but compared to Ye Zheng, she was still far behind. Even if he appeared very thin, his strength was astonishingly great.
She felt smothered by him, uncomfortably pushing him away, "Ye Zheng, Ye Zheng, wake up."
