Comment from the comment section:
"Whenever my husband kisses me, he also loves to suck on my tongue like that, and he sucks for dear life, as diligent as an employee in the Tongue-Pulling Hell."
In the Journey to the West Plane,
Zhu Bajie bit a finger, his expression utterly simpering.
Sun Wukong couldn't even bear to look; the moment that blockhead twitched his pig tail, he knew what kind of trouble he was about to make.
"Brother Monkey, you once raised a ruckus in the Underworld. Fill me in—does the Tongue-Pulling Hell really suck ghosts' tongues?"
"No idea. I didn't visit that level back then."
"Ah? Well... there's no time like the present, and since we've got nothing else to do, how about you and I pop down to the Underworld tonight to take a look? I don't mean anything by it; I just want to confirm for this later-generation netizen whether the Underworld's ghost runners actually work like that."
"You big fool, are you really going just to verify the truth? I'm too embarrassed to call you out!"
"Why do men do this? At first I really couldn't understand, but later I figured it out: men and women watch different shows, you see. We women are initiated into romance through idol dramas, whereas they watch other kinds of shows~"
Chapter 117