The fragrant shoulders, the jade-like back, the beautiful legs, the forward curve and backward jut; using these words to describe Xiao Ling's figure is not an exaggeration. Just as Xiao Ling peacefully took off her shirt, leaving only a cute pink bellyband and was about to take it off to sleep naked, a ghostly voice sounded.
"I died so miserably, you made my death so miserable, you're just going to sleep like that, what about me?"
Xiao Ling's mind buzzed when she heard this voice, because it was very familiar. She had just heard it not long ago and was pondering about this guy's well-being, worrying whether he had really died. Now, hearing his voice naturally gave her a huge fright.
"You, who are you?" Xiao Ling was so scared she shivered, couldn't help but ask with a tremor in her voice.
"Who am I? Have you forgotten? Truly forgetful, made me your scapegoat and then forgot about me. How can you be so heartless and unjust?"
