Qing Wu's body softened, her toes curling and relaxing countless times.
The unfamiliar sensation sent tingles deep into her bones, making her scalp numb. It was both thrilling and intoxicating—impossible to resist.
Her mind went blank several times, and in her haze, she suddenly recalled the wild ghost lovers she had seen in the Underworld.
There were no taboos in the Underworld. The desires of ghostly beings were naturally stronger than those of humans. Some bold ones would even seek out stimulation in the River of the Underworld.
Even though getting caught meant being thrown into Hell for punishment, there were always those willing to take the risk.
Qing Wu had witnessed these wild ghost lovers and their tricks before. At the time, she couldn't understand it—she had even been a little shocked. She couldn't fathom how these ghosts could laugh so happily despite the knowledge that they'd be whipped in Hell.
