In the hotel room, a warm breeze blew out from the air conditioner's vent.
Yet, the people inside didn't feel a shred of warmth.
A small figure, only thirty centimeters tall, stood with arms crossed, angrily staring at the man opposite them.
The man seemed a bit embarrassed, looking around nervously.
"Is this the puppet you made for me, Mr. Shen Sui?" The small figure's voice was particularly icy, like an impending avalanche, bringing a chill with it.
She was Isabella, who had just arrived in the real world by possessing a puppet.
The puppet Isabella possessed was evidently meticulously dressed, with an orange-red tight leather top outlining the puppet's graceful figure. A black mini-skirt and semi-sheer black stockings formed an "absolute territory" where the outline of her hips could vaguely be seen. The thighs tucked snugly into the stockings appeared exceptionally white, making one feel an impulse to take a bite.
