Reborn: The Domineering Mosquito Falls in Love with Me

This is something the author wrote while losing it over having no traffic. It's all made up, just writing practice. Every mosquito in prison craved my blood. This male mosquito stood guard by my bed, fighting off the other females with his proboscis night after night. My dear best friend, the mastermind who had sent me to prison, showed up again: “You’re still protecting this bitch who got you killed?” The male mosquito shielded me with his life. His wings were torn, and he was on his last legs. In the end, I sneered and slapped his corpse flat against the wall. The poisonous woman smiled elegantly behind her gold-rimmed glasses. “Wonderful, one more nuisance taken care of.” “Now I can inherit his estate in peace and get far away.”