Just seeing the ghost girl, Xitan Pulan was deeply fascinated by her pure and light figure.
Her normally calm and composed face was tinged with a faint blush due to a sudden and intense desire to possess her. Xitan Pulan even felt her breathing quicken a bit, and her gaze became fervent and bright—
—like seeing a particularly beloved cat in a cat café, filled with thoughts of "Ah Wei died," not wanting to leave once she started petting it, yearning to take it home with her.
It seemed that the silently wandering ghost girl noticed Xitan Pulan's gaze and curiously turned her attention towards her.
She seemed to have sensed something.
After just one step towards Xitan Pulan, she floated over with an ethereal leap. She circled around Xitan Pulan curiously, sniffing the air.
She was like a balloon, moving a bit faster, floating up like a fish. But she didn't give off a clumsy feeling—her skirt and slender, pale legs swayed and wrapped around Xitan Pulan.