Looking at Xiao Muyu's ill-intentioned gaze, Lin Heng almost wanted to let his delicate body tremble!
Something was wrong. Eleven parts out of ten were wrong.
Fortunately, Xiao Muyu did not say that line: "My turn!"
Otherwise, after being tormented to death in the mortal world, then tormented again in the Netherworld, he feared he would develop a shadow over lewd matters forever after.
"You... what kind of look is that?" Lin Heng clenched his teeth, clearly still a little unconvinced.
"(╯^╰*) Hmph!" Xiao Muyu walked to his side, her jade-like fingers falling boundlessly, sliding from that shriveled cheek down toward his chest.
"A man is still a man. Even after being tormented to death, the moment he sees a bit of beauty, he props himself right back up!"
As she spoke, her gaze could not help but glance beneath Lin Heng.
Clearly, Little Xiao Heng was still not behaving.
"With this method, do you dare say you didn't enjoy it?"
Xiao Muyu tilted her head, her tone so leisurely it made one want to punch her. "Hehe... how many people die in extreme agony?"
"Who can pass away peacefully amid silent happiness?"
"Either way, you died in a woman's hands. Since you gained the benefit, you must pay the price for it."
She paused and put away her smile.
"Or are you saying... you would rather be slapped into dust by Destiny's giant hand? In that case, you wouldn't even be able to come to the Underworld!"
After she put it that way, Lin Heng's anger gradually subsided a little.
But his mouth still refused to yield.
"Why do I have to die in a woman's hands?"
"I could come to the Underworld in plenty of ways. At worst, I could drag some people down with me! That would