Xie Qinghuan tilted her head slightly and caught a glimpse of her bag from the corner of her eye, her fingers gently sliding toward it.
Yan Yiheng didn't pay much attention to her subtle movements.
Xie Qinghuan remained calm, without struggling or shouting, occasionally giving him some responses.
Her small hand searched in her bag for a while, until she found what she was looking for, then she slowly took it out to take a look.
"Yan Yiheng…" she called him softly.
"Hmm?" He reluctantly raised his head.
The next instant, with a 'psst' sound, Xie Qinghuan held a spray, and without any hesitation, sprayed it towards Yan Yiheng's eyes.
He groaned, a pungent sensation hitting his face, making his eyes swell and difficult to open.
"Xie Qinghuan!" He gritted his teeth.
She took the opportunity to push him away, sitting upright across from him with a smirk: "How is it? I prepared it especially for you today!"
