After Being Watched by My Paranoid and Gloomy Deceased Wife

After losing her memory, Xin Lu’s life took a sudden turn. In the mirror’s blurry reflection, a woman formed of crimson liquid leans in, her sticky gaze licking Xin Lu’s cheek. “Don’t leave… You must long for me, love me.” Paranoid whispers drill ceaselessly into her ears. “You are mine. You can only belong to me.” “I want so badly… to devour you, so we can be together forever.” Hickeys on her neck, finger marks on her waist, an aching in unspeakable places—lingering, ridiculously erot*c dreams. In her sleep, a beautiful, hazy figure grips her waist in a frenzy of intimacy, her voice tender and evocative, her breath a seductive sigh. “I miss you, I miss you so much.” “All these year...