Peter struggled for a moment and reached out to hug her. "No, I want to lean on you. It feels safe to lie down like this. I don't care. I want to lean on you."
What was the problem with this guy?
Zoe gnashed her teeth. "If you don't let me go, I will hit you."
Peter still didn't want to let go. Zoe raised her hand and violently hit the back of his head. That kind of "beating", which took all her strength, would mean nothing to other people. They could easily endure it. But Peter recalled the scene where he was beaten up by his father when he was trying to make him laugh.
Peter instantly grabbed her wrists, forcefully twisted them, and pinned her down on the sofa. He raised his other hand over his head. His fist was about to hit Zoe's face.
Air, time, and space seemed to be frozen in an instant.
"Peter..." Zoe didn't feel pain in her wrist, but the way he looked was a little intimidating.