Ye Fei dared to throw away her phone and freed her hands to cup Zhao Gushen's face.
Normally, if Ye Fei did this, Zhao Gushen would be thrilled.
But now seeing Ye Fei holding his face like he's a docile pet, Zhao Gushen squinted his eyes.
Still, Ye Fei was oblivious to the danger.
Continuing to flirt with danger: "Hey, you once said that when you get drunk, you're easy to manipulate by others. I couldn't imagine what that's like; I didn't expect you to be so compliant."
Ye Fei sighed: "Back in that hotel in Ye City, I really couldn't imagine what I did to you."
Ye Fei stroked Zhao Gushen's hair tenderly: "You must have felt really helpless then."
Zhao Gushen: "..."
He was just drunk, not unconscious, capable of moving on his own.
How did she make him out to be so weak, pitiful, and helpless?
"Thinking about how compliant you are when drunk, I feel like I was such a brute." Ye Fei shook her head, expressing disdain for herself.
Zhao Gushen: "..."
