"Your Majesty, may I kiss you?"
When those words reached Queen Medusa's ears, her formerly gentle eyes instantly turned cold. She said icily, "Human, may This Queen beat you to death?"
Chen Mo had already been emboldened by lust. "If I can taste Your Majesty's fragrance, I'll die satisfied even if Your Majesty beats me to death."
Queen Medusa: "...Then This Queen shall grant your wish."
Queen Medusa's tone was calm, but her killing intent was overwhelming.
Just as she was about to strike—
Chen Mo bit her earlobe.
Queen Medusa's ears were petite and exquisite.
Her earlobes were especially adorable.
Small, delicate, round, fair with a rosy tint.
When Queen Medusa's phoenix eyes brimmed with fury, Chen Mo stared at her crystalline right earlobe, his eyes nearly glowing green.
He craved it to death.
While Queen Medusa was answering him—
Chen Mo's heart had fallen into ultimate contemplation.
Taste it, or not?
It was a matter of life and death.
But Chen Mo, who kept courting death at its very edge—
Chose to taste it.
He might not die, but the enraged Queen Medusa would definitely beat him into a pig's head.
But as they said, to die beneath a peony flower was to remain romantic even as a ghost.
Screw it. Let's do this.
Yet what happened next exceeded Chen Mo's expectations.
Because he discovered that the soft body in his arms suddenly went limp.
Chen Mo froze.
He seemed to have uncovered one of Queen Medusa's great secrets.
Something was very wrong.
But the limpness in his arms lasted only a moment.
Because Chen Mo soon felt killing intent envelop him.
His body felt as though it had fallen into an icy cavern.
He sensed that death was drawing nearer and nearer.
But before death arrived, Chen