Su Xiaobai's chest tightened, fury boiling over like molten lava ready to erupt.
A sick joke? A pointed jab at his formation failure two days ago?
Fine.
If Bai Yujian thought she could toy with him, she'd soon learn the hard way. His fingers brushed his storage ring, where a 'last' bottle of aphrodisiac rested—a stolen trophy from the Institute of Science.
Risky? Sure. Insane? Maybe.
But fuck it. If this cold-hearted goddess wanted to play games, he'd flip the board. He'd shove the script down her throat, screw her brains out, and feed her to his Devouring Thorny Flower.
A grin slid across his face, darker than night.
"Let's see how you like being the one who's played," he muttered.
