"Don't even think about touching her."
Wei Tianyang suddenly heard a strange woman's voice in his ear.
That instant, he sensed a thought filled with murderous intent directly behind him.
The next second, a forearm was wrapped around Wei Tianyang's neck from behind.
He instinctively switched to objective reality, but he still couldn't shake off the arm.
The arm wrapped around from the left, tightening its grip on his neck, while another arm assisted in tightening the strangling hold.
Then, two legs also wrapped around his waist, and he felt as if he were shouldering a nearly 150-pound weight, making it difficult to breathe.
It was a rear naked choke, and it was already locked in.
Wei Tianyang stumbled backward, stepping on an iron pot and toppling over.
"Are you… Zoe?" Wei Tianyang said.
"You sure do talk a lot!" the woman replied.
