Beauty in the Coffin

Xie Heling discovered a coffin in his family's basement. Inside lay a beauty. There was no record of this person anywhere in the family genealogy. The only clue was three characters carved into the lower right corner of the coffin: Wen Lingqing. One day, without warning, a torrential rain began to fall outside. The room was dim. After a soft sound, the beauty's long black hair spilled to the floor, and he stepped barefoot out of the coffin. He walked up to the only living person in the room and coolly ordered, "Youngster, go prepare some water. I want to bathe." Xie Heling: ... Wen Lingqing frowned. "Why are you still standing there? You're not even seventy yet, and already you can't understand plain speech?" Xie Heling: "No, I was just wondering: when ordinary people see a ghost, do they scream first or run away first?" Wen Lingqing: ... Wen Lingqing was an old-fashioned man with hidebound views, but he had a beautiful face, cool as jade and with the bearing of an immortal. It was hard not to develop some improper intentions toward him. He disliked talking to people. Xie Heling was determined to seduce and toy with him, to watch him struggle to hold back, helpless to do anything about it. At last, Wen Lingqing wanted to run away. He turned his head and carefully chose his words. "I want to discuss something with you..." Before he could finish, the back of his hand was pinned against the steaming bathroom mirror. Xie Heling lifted the beauty's sweat-dampened chin. "Want to run? Don't even think about it." 1. A hopeless loner gong x a composed, gorgeous shou who makes people want to torment him 2. The gong isn't exactly normal either. Theme: World peace