Ji Zidian wanted to die. Yes, in the most literal sense of the word. This world no longer had any use for her.
Senior Brother, please just kill me! Seriously!
Heaven only knew. As she sat on the edge of the bed, her heart was filled with anticipation, her thoughts running wild. In just under an hour, she had switched between more than a dozen different poses. Each one was more seductive than the last, each one enough to make one's heart pound and pulses race. Just as she settled on a final pose so provocative it made her want to curse herself—"Damn it, Ji Zidian, you shameless vixen!"—a group of people burst into the room, inflicting immeasurable trauma upon her soul.
