The author still remembered when she was interviewing Michy some time ago. Back then, she couldn't even move her body freely as she felt that the young idol was watching her every movement.
But for the interview today, she couldn't even breathe properly. She felt the suffocating feelings in her chest when the pair of red eyes kept staring at her intently. She wasn't even sure whether she should use the word 'staring' or 'glaring' at this point.
"Can I go back to Hell now?"
A voice suddenly broke the silence in the room, and the author hastily waved her hands in front of her body. "N-no! We haven't even started the interview, so you can't go back to Hell!"
The author was worried that the king of Hell would bring her to Hell along with him. Even if Lucifer was kind of hot, she knew that the flame in Hell was hotter.
