During the fight, there was no rest.
No time to question why Song Yanxi was attacking him.
Right now, Song Yanxi's hands were crossed, allowing her body to spin.
But Ye Mo followed her movements, keeping up with her spinning speed, even faster. Then, with a "thud," her back harshly hit the door panel. She groaned in pain, reacting instinctively to the hurt.
In the dark, her body was tightly held by him, "Why did you attack me?"
"Dai Yuan..." A drunken voice echoed in his ears.
Dai Yuan?
Pulling his attention away from other matters, he finally noticed the smell of alcohol on Song Yanxi.
Everyone got carried away and drank a lot, resulting in many drunken falls. He was so preoccupied with Eleven that he didn't even notice Song Yanxi.
Given her speech, she seemed to have drunk quite a bit.
He soon realized that the strength in the wrist he had seized was fading. She relaxed, her tense muscles easing.
"Song Yanxi? Do you still know who I am?"
"Dai Yuan..."
