[Sharp-tongued, arrogant ghost bottom vs. cold-faced, warm-hearted top]
Shen Su lay on the bed, the tips of his ears flushed red. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Ye Jingqiu! Do you want to lose that hand?”
Ye Jingqiu shamelessly said nothing and only pressed harder.
…
The red-clad ghost who’d been insulting me just a second ago saw my face and clung to me, even throwing himself into my arms?
The first time I dreamed of him, my heart started racing for no reason. That’s right, the world of romance with men and women I’d known for eighteen years came crashing down. My heart was pounding for a man.
He pressed close to me and said he wanted to marry me? And that we should find somewhere with no one around and do our thing?
Is that normal?
But damn it, I fell for him, shamefully. To my surprise, I wasn’t repulsed. Instead, after dream upon dream, I began to harbor…improper fantasies.
Every night, when the dreams came, I found myself looking forward to that graceful young man in red. The trouble was, in my dreams, I couldn’t control my own body.
Then I rented an old house, and one bizarre thing after another began to happen. My peaceful life was turned upside down.
