The oldest, most instinctive human behavior was courting death. The most common kind was frantically probing the edge of danger—and people never seemed to tire of it.
Things like bungee jumping, skydiving, and all sorts of extreme sports, as well as roller coasters, drop towers, and countless other attractions.
The thrill that washed over every sense when one stood on the brink of death was simply incomparable to anything else.
Clearly, Luo Chuan was no exception.
Yao Ziyan curled and stretched her toes. As she watched the projected screen of the Magic Phone, her gaze kept drifting toward Luo Chuan, only to dart away the moment he looked back.
After several times, Luo Chuan finally could not take it anymore.
"I say, why do you keep secretly looking at me?"
Yao Ziyan blinked, her expression somewhat hesitant, as though she were struggling over whether to voice what was on her mind.
"Just say it. It's not like I'm going to eat you."
Perhaps the words made her think of something improper. A flush suddenly rose on Yao Ziyan's face, and she shot him a fierce glare.
If looks could kill, Luo Chuan would have been riddled with holes by now.
Luo Chuan gave a light cough. "Pretend I didn't say anything."
Feeling the touch against her feet, Yao Ziyan finally stopped glaring at him. Her long lashes trembled slightly. "Luo Chuan, do you have... that sort of preference?"
"Hm? What?" Luo Chuan did not quite understand.
"It's that sort of..."
Yao Ziyan tried to explain in more tactful terms, but it was all in vain. Under Luo Chuan's puzzled gaze, she simply decided to say it outright. "I saw it on the Magic Phone. It said that some people have certain preferences. They... they like being hit and insulted, and