I'll Haunt You Even as a Ghost

Sickly Brother Turns Into a Buff Ghost Top x Honest, Kindhearted Kid Bottom [Complete. The Full Novel Costs Only 1.2 Yuan!]

Shi Yan and Wei Wenqiu were bound together, no matter how much they fought. After leaving the army, Wei Wenqiu had raised him single-handedly since he was twelve. He was his big brother.

Shi Yan was an honest kid, quiet, with bright, doe-like eyes and a soft "Big Brother" always ready on his lips.

He needed pats to fall asleep and cuddles in the bath. Obedient and clingy, he was like a warm, fluffy puppy.

The two of them, alone in the world, squeezed into this lonely city. They had a home of their own, and it was peaceful and warm.

Until Shi Yan turned eighteen. He climbed onto his brother's lap, straddling him in his wheelchair, the wheels jammed against the wall.

Stubbornly, he leaned in and kissed those lips again and again, tenderly, tears mingling with every kiss. His voice trembled as he repeated, "It's not dependence. I love you. You love me too, don't you?"

"You're crazy! Do you even know who I am?" Wei Wenqiu glared furiously, but in his weakened state, he was helpless.

Shi Yan grabbed his brother's hand. Ignoring his struggles, he tremblingly guided it down beneath his own body.

The rough heat of the calluses in Wei Wenqiu's palm made his whole body quiver.

"Like when you taught me to shave. Big Brother, please, teach me."

"Remember me, and let me remember you too."

-

Wei Wenqiu became a ghost.

He drifted aimlessly through the mortal world, year after year, through blazing sunshine and blizzards.

Until he met a handsome, honest young man and no longer wanted to leave. He secretly moved into the man's home.

He took out the trash, folded the blankets, and cooked for him.

He even took a huge wad of cash from his own grave and gave it to the man.

He even climbed into the man's bed in the middle of the night, biting his collarbone, legs, and hips until they were marked with rosy teeth marks.

He wanted to pin the man to the bed, make his legs tremble all day so he couldn't walk, and keep him at home forever as his warm little puppy.

He was already a ghost. What couldn't he do?

Shi Yan opened his eyes in the dark.

He turned to dodge the ghost who was up to no good, planted one foot on Wei Wenqiu's sturdy, icy abdomen, and looked down as he pressed his foot into it. "Didn't you say you didn't want me? What are you doing now?"

The ghost didn't get angry. He laughed instead, turning his head to take a deep breath.

Then he kissed Shi Yan's ankle with tender affection, as if it were a priceless treasure.

"I raised you. Call me Big Brother."

■ After turning into a ghost, Big Brother is healthy and incredibly potent. Ghost top.

■ The honest little brother bottom tries to take charge, but fails and gets thoroughly devoured instead.

■ A short story of about 100,000 words.

My next novel will probably be Pretty Little Liar Runs Off With the Money! Here's the blurb.

Please add it to your advance reading list. It really means a lot to me. T_T

Blurb:

Shi Jue wasn't born loving money. An omega born in the slums, he grew up steeped in lies, never having enough to eat or enough to wear.

But with a pretty face and a knack for sweet-talking people, even the worst thugs were willing to share whatever food they found with him. At least he never starved to death.

Until his own father nearly sold him for three sacks of flour. Shi Jue yanked his father's hand off him, kicked him to the ground, and ran far away, cursing him for his stupidity as he went.

"Why only three sacks? Don't you have a brain?! I'm worth at least five!"

Don't know how to sell me? I'll do it myself!

Shi Jue sold himself off to the red-light district, determined to become a slave to money.

That very night, he was shoved into a black military car.

He admired the gleaming paint, felt the obviously expensive leather seats, and looked at the young officer beside him, with sharp brows and bright eyes, yet a blank expression.

A fancy car with a rich young master inside. He was loaded. Shi Jue had found his sugar daddy. Score! QWQ

The young master had a foul temper and a sour face, as cold as ice.

His muscles were hard, and his stamina was far too great. Shi Jue could barely keep up.

During the day, the man went to the army in his uniform, while Shi Jue, with legs too weak to stand, lay sprawled on the bed.

Drenched in the strong pheromones of an S-rank alpha, he thought he was having such a hard time.

"Dog." He touched the bite mark on his neck and spat out the word.

Then he took out his passbook and started counting. The balance stretched on and on, making him grin from ear to ear.

He also called the man. "My dearest Wen Yi, it's been ten minutes and I miss you terribly. I have nightmares when you're not here."

"Also, can I have a diamond the size of a pigeon egg?"

Inside the military office, the attendant quietly left. Wen Yi lowered his eyes to watch the person on the security camera, taking it all in.

His voice was cold, but his words were gentle. "Eat breakfast first."

-

Wen Yi was the heir to a powerful family, privileged and arrogant, cold-blooded. He had seen plenty of bloodshed. In the middle of a battle, he once turned back only to avoid the severed limbs strewn everywhere and pick up his lighter.

His family kept sending him omegas to amuse him. Wen Yi chased them away or killed them; not one of them caught his interest.

With a face like that, and they still dare send him to me?

Frustrated by his unreleased pheromones, Wen Yi went to the red-light district for the first time, only to find a bunch of ugly faces.

Wait. One of them wasn't all that ugly.

He took the not-so-ugly one home and had his way with him day and night.

The "not-so-ugly one" was sweet-tongued, with sparkling, watery peach-blossom eyes, and was forever murmuring one sappy, clingy declaration of love after another.

He wanted a house and a car too. What a joke. So materialistic.

A vulgar person with nothing but a pretty face.

Nothing but a sweet voice that knew just how to wheedle.

Nothing but warm, soft arms and legs.

Nothing but...

But then again, money? It was the one thing Wen Yi had more than enough of.

What was wrong with buying him a few things? They were just vulgar material goods. So vulgar.

What if he wasn't sincere? Did Shi Jue really think he could leave Wen Yi?

Turns out, he could.

The little liar made off with a fortune and ran away on a beautiful, sunny day.

Theme: Rise up after hitting rock bottom, and always love life.