The Lord Charm Erosion's fingers were slender as spring onions, gently touching forward, evoking an incredibly soft sensation.
Lord Charm Erosion possessed unparalleled beauty; those liquid-like eyes and those tender gestures seemed to intoxicate anyone who gazed upon her.
The scene was truly pleasing to the eyes.
Yet Lin Chen had no mind to appreciate it; his heart was already hanging high, taut as a drawn bowstring.
That slender finger carried an ominous aura of death.
With just a light touch, his life would be forfeited!
No, what awaited him was far more terrifying than death—he would cease to be himself, becoming instead a mutated demon, a life whose will would no longer be his own, forever enslaved by Lord Charm Erosion until existence faded.
"Will it hurt?"
Lin Chen asked casually, but the hands clasped behind his back quietly crept forward.
Lord Charm Erosion chuckled softly: "It won't hurt, just a moment…"
