The girl in front of her looks only 16 or 17 years old.
Skin like gel, slim but shapely.
She has lovely fringes.
The features are exquisite, as if they were of mixed race, and there is nothing to be faulted in any part of the body.
Jocelyn subconsciously glanced around the girl.
The girl actually has a shadow.
A shadow means it's not a ghost.
Rather, they are people.
Jocelyn took a deep breath and looked at her and asked, "What are you? Are you the corpse?"
The girl blinked a pair of big soulful European eyes, "Yes."
Her voice, with bit of little daughter's petulance and bit of teenage girl's childishness, is very nice.
At this moment, she has a completely harmless look.
Still, deep down, Jocelyn was still wary of her.
Jocelyn frowned deeply, "The reason you did this to me is because you are angry with me? Isn't it? You think I took something from you?"
"If that's the case, then I'm willing to give it back." Jocelyn added.
The girl, however, shook her head before blinking her big eyes once again.
She has long eyelashes.
When the eyes blink, the long eyelashes followed by the fluttering, very cute.
"Then why?" Jocelyn asked, "Is it because, am I disturbing you? I'm sorry."
The girl, however, shook her head again.
Jocelyn was suddenly filled with confusion, "They because of what? Can you put me down first?"
The girl nodded gently, blinked her big soulful eyes again and smiled.
She smiles with cute dimples in her cheeks.
Jocelyn is deeply intoxicated.
In the next second, Jocelyn landed on both feet.
The whole process switched so that Jocelyn bought to react.
She is, at this point, still very close to the coffin.
It's only a centimetre.
Looking at the girl up close like this, she can see her face more clearly.
Up close, the girl's face is unblemished.
It's like a freshly shelled egg.
Probably because of the long time inside the underground palace, the girl's face was even whiter than the cold white skin.
It is even white without a trace of blood.
But even so, she is still beautiful.
Once she was on her feet, she clenched her fists and set her sights on the exit.
No matter what, she had to run out in a hurry.
"Do you want to escape?" The girl asked.
The girl then emerged from the coffin and sat up.
And then the girl stood up, took one foot out of the coffin and walked over to Jocelyn.
As the girl drew closer, a faint, spicy smell filled her nostrils directly.
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