When a man lusts after a woman's body, that's instinct.
When a ghost lusts after someone else's body, that's a love story between the living and the dead.
So what do you call all kinds of strange demons and monsters lusting after my body? That's shameless. That's terrifying...
As a Taoist priest, I see the demons and monsters before me blushing every day, each one trying to get handsy with me. All I want to do is raise my head to the sky and roar, "Damn heavens, what kind of freakish constitution did you give me when you reincarnated me? Show yourself! I promise I won't beat you to death!"
My writing isn't very good,
so please, big shots, don't tear into me.
