I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse

When you pushed open the door to your home, laden with bags, you heard the distinct laughter of your mother from the living room, "Very good, very good, you’re truly my dear Zhao’er. Come, now read this passage out loud for mom to hear."

Following that, you heard Zhao’er reading a passage in fluent Mandarin for the first time in your life, "Under the moonlight, an agile figure scaled the high wall and quickly arrived beneath Juliet’s window. At that moment, Juliet happened to open the window and saw the man she had been longing for day and night."

Ah, so it was the love story of Romeo and Juliet.

You happily carried your things into the entryway, but the text that followed made you stop in your tracks, "Romeo swept Juliet into his arms, and the two shared a deep kiss, his tongue adroitly prying open Juliet’s teeth and wetly kissing her sexy and tender red lips; then, his hand unfastened her garment from behind, his five fingers gliding lightly over Juliet’s silky smooth back, moving to the front and climbing her jade..."

"Wait a minute!"

You rushed into the living room, only to find Zhao’er sitting primly on the sofa, holding an old, yellowed book in her hands.

Dropping the food on the floor, you strode over to Zhao’er, snatched the thick old book away, and said to your mother, who was grinning mischievously, "Mom? How can you let Zhao’er read this kind of book?"

Taking the book from your hand, you naturally asked, "What, is there a problem?"

"Of course there’s a problem. Zhao’er’s just recovering her senses, and you’re poisoning her mind with this stuff?"

"Are you criticizing me now?" Your mother’s eyes widened in defiance.