Xia Zheng chuckled amusedly, terrifiedly covering his own eyes, and pleaded very cooperatively, "No, don't gouge out my eyes! Mercy, heroine, mercy!"
Lin Yuan couldn't help laughing at Xia Zheng's comical behavior. She stood with her hands on her hips, one foot resting on Xia Zheng's chair, striking indeed the pose of a valiant heroine as she "threatened" fiercely, "If you want to save your life, just listen obediently, and perhaps this heroine might leave you with an intact corpse."
To Xia Zheng, her words were like an Imperial Decree granting reprieve from the death penalty. He immediately dropped his hands, leaned back against the chair, stretched out his long legs straight, posing in the shape of the character "big," eyes closed, as though he had lost the will to live, "Heroine, it's your move, I'm ready."
Ready for what?
This time, it was Lin Yuan's turn to stare at him dumbfoundedly.
