My White Moonlight Isn't Human

Ghost gong, human shou

Xie Yan, head of the Xie family, had lost both his parents, owned a house and a car, and was handsome enough to make the moon and breeze seem dull by comparison. He was the ideal partner in the eyes of countless people, and men and women alike lined up to throw themselves at him.

Rumor had it that he had a white moonlight he could never forget. A portrait of this person hung in the collection room of his old home, where nobody was allowed to see it. He kept changing the people at his side, all in search of a suitable stand-in. His business partners kept sending candidates his way, and people eagerly offered themselves to his bed.

Xiao Shiyu, the sixty-eighth stand-in to offer himself.

Xie Yan's secretary looked at the man before him, with his honey-colored skin, broad shoulders, narrow hips, and an air of swaggering defiance. He felt conflicted. "Mr. Xiao, I think... you might not be quite right for the role."

Xiao Shiyu looked sincere. "You won't know until we meet. Tell me what's wrong, and I'll change it right away."

Secretary Xiao Wang's inner thoughts: ...I haven't seen the portrait, but two tops have no future together!!!

Who could have guessed that Xiao Shiyu would actually be kept on? A day, a week, a month... half a year.

Xiao Wang looked dazed. "I guess you really don't know until you meet."

Xie Yan had a little secret. He was born under the yin sign, and at night his soul was prone to leaving his body. He needed to constantly change the people around him, finding someone with abundant yang energy to keep watch and stop wandering ghosts from taking over his body.

The frequent changes in partners made the rumors more and more outrageous. So he casually made up a white moonlight to justify his behavior. To make it convincing, he even drew a portrait of someone he had dreamed about as a child and hung it in his study.

The person was made up, the portrait was fictional, and everything was a lie. Yet this No. 68 looked exactly like the portrait, and even recounted the very same love-at-first-sight story Xie Yan had once made up.

Xie Yan: ?

That night, Xie Yan returned to his old home to check the portrait. Only a hazy background remained in the frame. The original half-length portrait had vanished. The man turned to him and smiled with bewitching charm.

Later, when their feelings were mutual, Xiao Shiyu confessed to Xie Yan. He got so nervous that one of his arms fell off.

Xiao Shiyu: ...

Xie Yan calmly picked up the arm and handed it back. "Go on, don't stop. I'm listening."

His inner thoughts: He's a paper doll, so losing an arm is normal.

A shou who is a powerful, highly defensive, alluring CEO, unaware of his own charm, paired with a ghost king gong who is powerful but easy to fluster, wins himself over, and acts like two entirely different people in public and in private.

#The gong has nonhuman ancestry, so he has a high nose, deep-set eyes, golden eyes, and dark skin. A thousand-year-old relic who doesn't understand modern technology but loves keeping up with trends.#

This isn't a wealthy-family business battle story. It's mainly about folk customs, strange occurrences, and ghost stories.

Theme: Cherish life