I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as the villainess, so I decided to lie flat and wait for death.
> When the System urged me to drug the aloof Immortal Venerable, I poured the medicine into the hot pot instead.
> “This Forgetting Love Water is amazing for dipping tripe!” The Immortal Venerable came to confront me, and I immediately confessed.
> “I was the one who drugged you. I also sneaked a peek at you bathing and called you a closeted pervert!”
> He gripped my throat and sneered. “Good. I’ll grant your wish.”
> I instantly chickened out. “Wait! Can I change my last words to ‘Please kill me in the most handsome pose possible’?”
> The Immortal Venerable’s hand suddenly trembled. “Are you afraid of pain?”
> He had cultivated the Path of Unfeeling for three hundred years. This was the first time he’d heard of someone being picky about their pose while getting killed.
It would be better if I write it with a different personal pronoun. This personal pronoun is quite unaccustomed to me.