A cold ran down Alvin's spine as soon as Anya held his shoulders. He managed to block her knee at the breaking point. A bolting shock and the pain from his palm buzzed his ears. He could feel his heart beating rapidly.
He couldn't even imagine what would have happened if he hadn't reacted soon enough. He gritted his teeth but recalled she was drunk.
He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. Should he thank himself for saving himself from the great misery? Oh yeah, he was grateful to himself more than anybody ever could be.
He fathomed that handling the drunk Anya was no small game.
Anya dusted her hands as she stepped back from Alvin. She looked at his hand at his crotch and tried to focus her eyes on his face to see him in pain.
She could only see he was closing his eyes and assumed he was in extreme pain and he wouldn't dare to do anything to her.
