Seconds later, Sylus had gotten Sophia to wear one of the outfits he had lying around.
And it was only a white shirt, but it should do for now.
As Sophia sat on the bed, the shirt only covered as far as her upper thighs, leaving other parts of her legs exposed.
Her chest was also halfway buttoned, making it easy for Sylus to see her cleavage, however ample it was.
Staring at her wasn't the issue here; it was how obvious she was making it—that she was doing it intentionally.
Pinching the bridge of his nose while seated on the side of the bed, Sylus could only give out a loud sigh.
"Is something wrong, Master?" Sophia leaned forward.
Sylus darted at her.
She sure did look a lot like Layla; the only difference was her white hair instead of purple.
And from the conversations they had, she remembered nothing from before she became a ghost.
Which also meant she was probably just starting a new life.
