The flirtatious ghost was indignant. "The murderous aura on my body has become Megan's nutrition! I've been a ghost for so many years, but I've never seen such a brainless woman! She fantasizes all day that she's the female lead in a television drama, a noble princess, the number one beauty in the world that everyone loves! She also fantasizes that her hair becomes curly when she's happy, straight when she's unhappy, that it rains when she's sad, and that petals float in the sky when she's happy… It's as if the entire world revolves around her!"
The more she spoke, the louder the flirtatious ghost's voice became. "Although I'm a flirtatious ghost, I'm not an idiot! But Megan! She's a flirt and an idiot! I feel that her brain is different from ordinary people!"
The flirtatious ghost complained for a long time, as if she wanted to complain about the grievances and resentment she had accumulated!