Thoughts

Jingjing wasn't the kind of woman who especially aroused desire.

Being around her felt like sipping a cup of light flower tea on an ordinary day. Just one small sip was soothing, with a leisurely, relaxing quality.

Even standing behind Yimo now, she felt more like a pretty young older sister asking her younger brother for his opinion.

Her tone was calm. She didn't deliberately breathe against his ear.

He could smell the faint fragrance coming from her.

It was different from the kind of scent that most young women acquired by steeping themselves in cosmetics and body wash, which stimulated male hormones.

It was more like the faint smell of herbs, and a rather complex one, as if it came from more than one kind.

It wasn't unpleasant. It was even refreshing, with a calming effect.

But Yimo was still a little startled. He thought to himself that he'd let his guard down, actually leaving his back completely unprotected to another Death Game Player. He quickly turned around and put some distance between them, praising her, "That's really good, so lifelike!"

"It's absolutely professional quality. You could even take it to an exhibition!"

No wonder Rain Emperor had been so displeased when he stood behind her at the start of the game.

Yimo understood now.

His first impression definitely hadn't been that she was about to give him a treat.

It was that she was going to kill him, and could do so at any moment!

At least, that was how Yimo felt.

Seeing how strongly Yimo had reacted, Jingjing didn't come any closer. She sat back down on the bed and looked at him. "You seem a little warm. You can take off your padded coat first."

"Otherwise, if you work up a sweat, be careful when you