My Ghostly Roommate Isn’t That Cold

A poor, kind “little” Taoist priestess × a powerful, fiercely resentful yet clingy ghost in red [Double female leads + supernatural world] My name is Song Yian, and I picked up a female ghost to be my roommate. In the middle of the night, she'll float onto my bed and say, “You're so warm.” When I'm cooking, she'll float into the kitchen wearing an apron and say, “The heat's too high for the fried eggs.” She'll stand in front of me, crush an adjutant's saber, her red dress swirling as she says coldly, “Touch her and you're dead.” I looked after her for a month before she finally remembered her name: Shen Qu. She also remembered that rainy night ten years ago, when I gave her a box of spare-rib rice. She hadn't forgotten. She'd been looking for me all this time. Later, she asked me, “Why are you so nice to me?” I turned my head away. “It was no big deal.” She smiled softly. “Every time you say that, your ears turn red.” Later still, she leaned against my shoulder and said, “If I could, I'd want to come back to life.” I was silent for a long time before saying, “Being alive is exhausting.” She said, “But then I could warm your hands...”