When Su Ting was twenty-five years old, he was in poverty. In order not to live on the street, she chose to move into a haunted house.
The rent of the haunted house is cheap, the decoration is exquisite, the lighting is good, and it is far away from the city center and protected from noise.
When she moved in, the previous owner of the house threw the keys to her like a hot potato with a strange look in her eyes:
"Girl, are you really not afraid of ghosts?"
Su Ting: It's so funny, she is a poor person herself.
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Half a month after moving in, except for the occasional noise late at night, this place was simply her dream house.
It was another night when life had drained all the energy out of him, so Su Ting decided to reward himself in the most primitive way.
She was taking a shower, playing music, and when her emotions reached their peak, her hazy eyes suddenly hit the opposite side of the sofa——
A young man was sitting there with a smile on his face.
He raised his eyebrows with one hand amusingly, and when he noticed her gaze, he smiled even more wickedly: "You look very happy."
"Excuse me, what does that feel like?"
Su Ting froze on the spot, her mind blank: Is it still too late for her to run now?
The staunch materialistic heroine VS the true, childlike, and ghostly hero
ps: Adult fairy tale, no plot, just a light daily cookie
Copy written on 2025.7.28
Modified on 2026.8.27
Intention: To live towards death
