She just didn't know how it would feel to kiss him.
This thought flashed across Jun Mohuang's mind.
She did not know why she would think that way. Perhaps it was because she used to do this with him.
Before she could figure it out, she had already put her hands on his neck, lifted her head, and gently kissed his thin lips.
Di Lingtian did not expect her to take the initiative, and a trace of joy flashed across his bloodshot eyes.
This meant that she had not been averse to his kiss. She even liked it.
He immediately reached out and held the back of her head…
But before Di Lingtian even started, he could already taste the blood in Jun Mohuang's mouth.
"It hurts…"
Jun Mohuang called out softly.
She then realized that something was amiss. How could she feel pain when she was dead?
No, her soul could feel pain. Otherwise, she wouldn't be suffering in hell.