Han Feng dumped Tang Lin onto the bed.
After dragging such a big guy around, his newly healed hand had begun to ache again.
Seeing Tang Lin still squirming and struggling, he sat on the sofa nearby and quietly watched the show.
"Let's see if you can kip up. If you can't even flip yourself over, you're a damn turtle!"
"You... don't think... I can't hear you... I'm not drunk!"
Tang Lin swayed to his feet. Staring at the blurry figure ahead, he staggered over.
He had only one thought: pin Han Feng down and keep him there. Once he did that, he would win!
Han Feng thought he was coming over to fight. He crossed his legs and leaned back leisurely on the sofa.
He refused to believe a drunk could beat him!
But Tang Lin had no intention of hitting him. He knew he couldn't win a fight, so he chose the simplest method.
He lunged forward and hugged Han Feng tight.
Caught off guard, Han Feng was pinned to the sofa beneath the big idiot.
His face was pressed against Tang Lin's chest, those rock-hard pecs crushing his face painfully!
"Mmph, are you trying to get yourself killed? Let go! You're suffocating me!"
Han Feng pounded his back, trying to make him let go. Tang Lin clung to him without loosening his grip, leaving Han Feng no choice but to reach up and twist his ear.
"Ow! That hurts, that hurts!"
"Then let go!"
"No!"
The pain only made Tang Lin tighten his arms.
Han Feng was practically dying of frustration!
He opened his mouth and bit down. "Let go of-mmph..."
"No!"
Once he let Han Feng go, he would never get the upper hand again. He didn't want to be pinned down, so he wouldn't let