"Monster!"
Qin Shaofeng leaped three meters into the air, punching a hole straight through the roof.
No wonder he was so shocked.
The undead had truly wanted him to believe that he had done something with the person beside his pillow, so it had directly blocked all his senses.
Even Ghost Face had been unable to do anything about it.
When he could finally see everything before him again and discovered who was sleeping beside his pillow, he had nearly fainted from fright.
A devilish figure, an angelic face, willow-leaf brows, a melon-seed face, a smile like blooming flowers, big... those, and big... those too.
There was nothing wrong with any of that.
Every single phrase was praise for a woman's beauty.
But when so many flattering descriptions were forcibly piled onto one person, it was simply unbearable to look at.
The half-naked woman sleeping beside him looked exactly like that.
There had once been a human expression: slender enough to encircle with one hand.
What it truly meant was that a man could wrap an arm around her waist.
But evidently, that Lord Undead had completely misunderstood it, taking it to mean that one hand could grip it.
That woman's waist was no longer a waist. Calling it a spine would have been giving it too much credit.
A full chest and curvy hips would have been fine.
But if the front protruded by at least a hundred pounds and the back by at least another hundred pounds, that was no longer a full chest and curvy hips—it was downright terrifying.
If the combination of those three descriptions did not count as a devilish figure, then there simply were no devilish figures in this world.
The only problem was that this devilish figure was not that kind of devilish