My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 895

She touched a warm and furry mass.

And that thing was still breathing.

The soft body has been rising and falling.

In her ears, she could even hear the sound of the thing breathing.

In a moment, Jocelyn felt creepy.

She then jerked her hand back, before springing up and sitting up, looking to her side.

However, the image that came to her eyes was completely unexpected.

There's nothing in front of her.

There are only snowy white sheets.

Looking around for a second, she saw even less.

What's the situation?

Could it be that just now, she was hallucinating in her sleepy daze?

But it's not right.

It just felt so real, obviously.

The warmth in the palm of her hand, and the feeling of fuzziness, is not fake.

To this day, she can still remember it all.

She got out of bed at once and searched the entire room.

Even behind the curtains, she searched for a clear view.

And yet there is nothing.

She frowned deeply and, with a heart full of doubt, returned to the bed barefoot.

The next second, she moved in her mind to see through the sheets.

Soon, she opened her perspective eyes.

She wanted to see through the sheets and see what had happened on this sheet.

See if it was just now or not an illusion.

She saw the texture of the sheets with her own eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the process of making the sheets was seen.

But apart from that, there is nothing else to see.

Was there, in fact, nothing at all just then?

Frowning deeply, she ended her penetration and then went straight into the bathroom with a heart full of questions.

While brushing her teeth, the touch of her hand, once again, poured into her mind.

So true.

She couldn't help but look in the mirror, at her own plain face, and pondered once again.

Or, in fact, was there really something just now, only with her own eyes, she couldn't see it?

Could it be the Lena fox?

If that was the case, why, then, did it just lie silently beside her? Instead of doing something extreme?

It can go scratching the eyes of her servants.

Then why, lying so docilely beside her, did nothing?

It said there that if that thing had been there, that thing would have hated to pick her skin, right?

But if not, what could it be?

If it were only a mere mortal object, it would be absolutely impossible, disappearing in an instant.

Even throughout the room, no trace of it could be found.

In the end, she still felt that it was the Lena fox that had come.

In an instant, she was feeling creeped out.

What does that thing want anyway?

Here it is, and why is nothing being done?