"Y–You…" Zeke was so shocked by this person's audacity that he was at an utter loss of words.
For starters, he had just woken up from a three-years coma only to go through a dangerous and life threatening ambush. He was exposed to the violent blizzard for hours and ended up contracting a high fever. Now that the fever had abated, his body was sore all over, even any sudden movement could pull on his tense muscles. He had not even exercised his stiff legs yet! Under Lu Yizhou's nimble hands, they were akin to soft vegetables that could be tossed and turned at will.
When Zeke came to his senses, he found that Lu Yizhou was tugging down on the waistband on his trousers. He desperately reached out to grab it with all the strength he could muster while angrily rebuked, "You're bullying the weak and disabled!"
Lu Yizhou looked faintly amused. "Weak and disabled?"
