When the man spoke, a refreshing and clean breath washed over.
Erya's ear and right cheek suddenly felt a tingle.
Her heart trembled slightly.
She blinked in confusion, do the dead still have body warmth?
Ma Zhihao's breath was warm when he spoke.
She looked at Ma Zhihao in puzzlement: "How did you die?"
Ma Zhihao's face suddenly darkened: "What do you mean, how did I die?!"
"I died from an injury, lying here is normal, how did you die?"
"..."
Ma Zhihao pursed his thin lips, about to scold her for waking up and talking about death, saying it's unlucky.
Then a light bulb went off in his brain, quickly understanding her words.
She thought she had died, and was currently in hell or heaven, seeing him now, thinking he had died too?
This woman...
What should he say about her?
Ma Zhihao regained a charming smile on his face, leaning closer, the distance between their faces shorter.
