Bei Yiyi couldn't win against him and, in her anger, resorted to physical violence.
She sat on Wu Yao's chest with a thud, hands clenched fiercely around his neck, as if compelled to strangle him on the spot.
"I'm going to strangle you to death, you bastard!!!"
No matter how hard Bei Yiyi tried, it was all in vain in Wu Yao's case—it didn't hurt him in the slightest.
However, as he watched her strain with all her might, her cheeks turning red, he found her anger all the more adorable.
Wu Yao felt the urge to tease her.
He purposefully croaked in a strangled voice, as if gasping for air, "If you strangle me... are you not afraid of being imprisoned for life? Premeditated murder... could very likely result in the death penalty..."
Bei Yiyi's hands visibly paused, hesitating for a moment.
But upon seeing Wu Yao's face—the very face that made her teeth itch with rage—she stubbornly decided, "If worse comes to worst, I'll just kill myself after I strangle you!!"
