Looking at Mu Tiantian in his arms, who was clearly in a daze, Bai Chenyao suppressed the raging anger in his heart, his eyes cold and icy.
"You asked for it!"
Mu Tiantian, feeling a wave of dizziness, noticed that she was being held by Bai Chenyao, and a flash of terror crossed her eyes as she quickly struggled.
However, the previous fight had almost exhausted all her strength, and her last outburst had drained her mentally, making her current struggle merely a reflection of her unwillingness, utterly meaningless.
Hearing Bai Chenyao's words made her almost faint from rage.
If she were to really faint, she would remember that when she first met Bai Chenyao two years ago, she woke up to find him exercising on top of her.
A moment of clarity flashed in her mind, and Mu Tiantian quickly reached for her bag on the coffee table, took out a small bottle, and sprayed it into Bai Chenyao's eyes.
Even if Bai Chenyao was well-prepared, he couldn't escape unscathed.
