Family
Myopic Heroine Conquers the Horror Game
After I entered the horror game, my severe nearsightedness made everything blurry.
I treated the Blood-Dress Ghost Loli as my own daughter, cherished the Big Boss as my husband, and honored the Old Weirdness as my parents.
The first time we met, I grabbed the Big Boss’s abs and exclaimed:
“Great physique, but it’s a pity you’re a bit short.”
The Big Boss laughed angrily, reattached the severed head to his neck, and ground his teeth:
“I’m 1.86 meters tall. Take another look now?”
