C35 Pretend

The next morning, Zhou Ming stood in front of his wardrobe, his mirror reflecting the image of a young girl. She was clad in a loose T-shirt, her long hair cascading down to her waist. Barefoot, she stepped forward, blinked her large eyes, and her lips parted slightly as her pretty face tensed.

"System, get out here!" Zhou Ming bellowed in his mind, on the brink of madness