Attempting to use her allure to seduce the other party.
But Lin Zifeng was precisely not that kind of person. If it were a woman he met at a night venue for no reason at all, perhaps Lin Zifeng might have been interested in a one-night romance, which was neither burdensome nor complicated. It was merely finding psychological solace and indulging in some fleeting pleasure.
"I think Death God, you wouldn't be one to overlook tenderness, would you?" Monet Yun seemed quite confident in her own charm.
However, just as she finished speaking, Lin Zifeng suddenly grasped her fair neck with a big hand, looking at her with a cold sneer, saying, "I've already told you, the closer you get to the Death God, the closer you are to death. Never doubt my ability to kill you."
"You... you, you..." Monet Yun's face turned red after being choked.
The coquettish gaze in her eyes gradually turned to panic.
