At that moment, Ma Xiaotong was inside that woman's shell.
Controlling this woman's body, her eyes were seductive and inviting!
Especially with a faint fragrance added to it, it really... really made Zhang Feng roll his eyes at Ma Xiaotong and say:
"Are you sick?"
Hearing this, Ma Xiaotong pouted, shrugged:
"I'm not sick."
"But... she seems to be sick."
Saying that, she pointed at her own nose.
Of course, she wasn't referring to herself but to the woman she was possessing.
So, Ma Xiaotong stepped back a couple of steps, putting some distance between herself and Zhang Feng, saying:
"I better stay away from you, lest I pass it on to you."
After saying this, she plopped back down on the toilet.
Zhang Feng's expression stiffened as the corner of his mouth twitched gently.
A person being sick is something you can... alright, after all, you're possessing someone now.
But this kind of illness shouldn't be contagious to ghosts, right?
