She sluggishly raised her eyes and was met with a pair of excessively wild brown eyes, startled by the profound meaning surging within them.
The man standing in front of her was at least two meters tall, reeking of strong alcohol that swept over her face in the wind, the oppressive feeling from above was self-evident.
Yan Xiaye's heart trembled, she turned around wanting to escape, but it was already too late.
Behind her, the man effortlessly grabbed the fabric of her collar like catching a small rabbit, slightly exerting force to lift her whole body into midair, watching her resist desperately with a smile, and uttered some words with a thick accent.
Yan Xiaye couldn't understand what he was saying, but the men indulging in drinking heavily on the deck all stopped their loud laughter simultaneously, turning their heads to scrutinize the two who were in a standoff.
Soon, the murmurs among the crowd rose:
"God! Since when did such an iconic woman get on the ship?"
