Xu Mushen, drunk, couldn't control his strength. When he pushed Yang Leman away, he did so with such force that she fell flat on her backside.
"Thud!"
Yang Leman felt like her butt had been smashed to pieces.
She let out a low cry, looked at Xu Mushen, and screamed in disbelief: "Brother Shen?"
Xu Mushen sat straight on the bed, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
It was as if he had no idea what had just happened.
Yang Leman bit her lip, got up from the ground, and cautiously took a step forward.
Xu Mushen still sat quietly where he was.
Yang Leman let out a sigh of relief and reached out to touch his shoulder: "Brother Shen, it's dark now, let's go to bed..."
Before she could finish her sentence, as her hand was about to touch Xu Mushen, he suddenly seized her wrist. With his other hand, he grabbed her throat, lifting her off the ground.
He squinted his eyes, and an intense chilling aura radiated from him, "Who are you?"
Yang Leman started to cough violently.