Lin Fan looked at the wound on Isha's ankle and sighed, then pressed his face against it. Isha was clearly startled by his behavior, but she did not panic and pull her foot back. Then she heard the squeaking of Lin Fan's teeth grinding through the shackles.
To bite through the thorn shackles more easily, Lin Fan's cheek was pressed intimately against Isha's ankle. He could easily feel the smoothness of her skin, but Lin Fan did not disgrace himself by hugging Isha's foot and licking it. This was hardly an especially exciting or novel experience for him. When Slaanesh had clung to him, the things they played were far more elaborate than this.
What truly caught Lin Fan's attention was the faint sour odor coming from Isha's foot. It deepened his disgust for Nurgle by several degrees. If Nurgle did not exist, Isha should have been surrounded by the fresh fragrance of flowers and grass.
Personally, Lin Fan did not have many interests. Other than standing in open places on exceptionally fine days and watching the magnificent shapes of clouds beneath the sun, he liked wandering around the toothpaste aisles in supermarkets. He enjoyed the clean scent of mint toothpaste mingling together.
After easily biting through the thorn shackles, Lin Fan silently swallowed the strange-tasting juice in his mouth. Isha spun around twice where she stood. Without the shackles, her entire bearing became far livelier.
"So, what are you planning to do next?"
Before Lin Fan had even finished speaking, the distant sound of pots, bowls, and ladles smashing in chaotic succession rang out. There was no need to say more. Nurgle had surely sensed that the shackles on Isha's feet had vanished.
Nurgle was coming. Isha's expression turned solemn, while Lin Fan beside her had unfocused eyes, seemingly