...
Unexpectedly, the burly skeleton immediately countered,
"Oh, you damned fellow, dare you tease me?"
"Such a vile creature!"
"Get your filthy claws off my chest right now. We've only just met, can't you show a little restraint?"
Matthew was stunned.
He tried to shrink back, but the coffin was so small that this movement caused even more friction with the skeleton.
The latter's tone suddenly carried a tinge of shame and anger:
"What sins did I commit to deserve being harassed by someone like you even after so many years of death?"
"I know I am quite beautiful, but after all, I am not from your era. If you truly admire me, you should show me more respect..."
Matthew was numb.
The accent of the skeleton sounded like some ancient Troll Tribe matriarch.
Her voice was quite shrill, and the two of them were squeezed in a coffin, making not only the content of her speech astonishing, but the pitch also caused Matthew's eardrums a faint pain.
