My best friend laughed at me for never having touched a man's hand, so she gave me a lifelike wooden sculpture of a beautiful man. I put it next to my pillow and slept dreamlessly every night. Until the night of the Ghost Festival, the wooden sculpture's fingers suddenly and gently touched my lips. He whispered coldly: "Madam, the contract is completed, you are mine." The next day, all the ghosts and evil spirits in the city knelt down and worshiped in front of my door. "Welcome the Ghost Queen——"
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It's so good. After reading one chapter, I want to read the next one.
It's so good. After reading one chapter, I want to read the next one.