Chapter 3: I Am Dead, After All

Gu Yiyi shut her mouth, not because of his words, but because she felt a temperature—the body temperature of a human.

And at this moment, this temperature was coming from... him.

As for why it was coming from him, it was purely because she realized belatedly that he was currently sitting on her lap, pressing her down.

"You're not dead?"

"Gu Yiyi, you keep talking about my death the moment you open your mouth. Rest assured, even if you die, I will not die." Nangong Ye would have to be insane to get caught up in such wordplay over the word 'death.'

His composure had completely collapsed under her obsession with the word 'death.'

"I am dead..." Gu Yiyi replied casually. Suddenly, she reached out to feel her own temperature and looked at the man before her in astonishment, "Who are you?"

Heavens, she actually had a temperature; she wasn't dead. So, where was this?

No way, had she encountered the legendary transmigration?

"What kind of trick are you playing now?" Nangong Ye looked at her coldly, his hand gripping her wrist tightly.

Tricks? What kind of tricks could she be playing? Surrounded by his indifferent aura, she decided to play dumb. "I don't know. It seems I don't remember anything."

Nangong Ye looked at her deeply, and suddenly, he began frantically tearing at her clothes. "I don't care what tricks you're playing, but listen well: in this Nangong Kingdom, if you do not behave and obey, then wait for my punishment."

Gu Yiyi insisted on resisting. Dammit, was he trying to compete in strength? Although she was no match for him, she still possessed the basic human reflexes of punching and kicking.

In the end, she even resorted to using her mouth.