Dog Training: The Best Way to Exorcise Ghosts Is to Kiss

Beautiful, wicked playboy bottom x cold, obsessive, gloomy ghost top

[Two male leads + everyone loves them + coercion + rivals-in-love showdown + real ghost top + top is sexually inexperienced]

Duan Qixing's life had gone smoothly for twenty years. With his pretty face, he got away with all kinds of mischief and charmed people wherever he went, making plenty of enemies along the way.

Then, to his dismay, he discovered that he wasn't actually the Duan family's young master.

The not-quite-good, not-quite-bad news: The real young master of the Duan family had died six months ago, so he could stay with the family.

The bad news: He wasn't related to the Duan family by blood, and countless people were waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Even more people were waiting for him to fall from the clouds, eager to drag him down into the mud.

The worse news: He couldn't shake the feeling that some unknown wild ghost had its eyes on him.

The ghost wasn't after his money or his life. It just climbed into his bed every night, when darkness had settled in.

It kissed Duan Qixing's lips with clumsy tenderness, its smile cruel. "You took my place, so you owe me compensation."

Later, Song Huaiting rested his chin on Duan Qixing's shoulder, watching the people who chatted and laughed with him with a sinister look.

"Young Master, I'd play with you even if you didn't pay me."

"Duan Qixing, if you need a bed partner, why can't it be me?"

"Big brother, don't leave me. I'll be a good dog."

"Duan Qixing, good dogs don't need training. I'll follow you with the leash in my mouth."

An invisible hand slipped beneath his shirt, and a cold breath brushed his ear. Murderous intent surged in the voice:

"They all say they like you. Want me to kill them?"