"Who's come?" Zhang Xiaomo asked curiously.
Yan Junze replied, "A friend you just met last time."
At the same time, in a taxi on the move.
Xiang Er placed her cellphone very carefully into her jeans pocket and glanced at the rearview mirror inside the taxi, noticing that the driver was still looking at her.
Xiang Er had been counting carefully; this was the 127th time the guy had sneaked a peek at her since she got on the car.
After possessing this perfect female corpse, every day brought Xiang Er a fresh sensation, whether it was the people or objects around her, things that happened, or interacting and communicating with others, all were completely different from her feelings when she was alive.
Xiang Er's thoughts weren't that profound; she simply felt that everyone paid a lot of attention to her, unable to ignore her, just like the driver currently driving.
Of course, among these people, only Yan Junze's attention felt different to her.
