Since My Husband Died, I've Been Watched Every Day

"Someone new moved in next door today. He was dressed in a long black skirt that neatly covered his body. He wore a black hat, its wide, undulating brim hiding most of his face as he lowered his head. Only a small patch of snow-white chin and a pair of red lips showed."

"He's a man, a widower whose husband just died."

"He brought the neighbors a box of fragrant, freshly baked cookies as a greeting gift."

"He went grocery shopping today and had a lot to carry, so I helped bring it upstairs."

"He wore a shirt today, not a skirt. What a shame, but he was still beautiful."

"I ordered something online. When the delivery driver brought it, he gave me a very strange look."

"So that's what he wears at home, a nightdress! When he was sleeping, the hem rode up, exposing a stretch of snow-white, delicate thigh, plump and round. I got hard."

"He fell while taking a shower. Poor thing. If I'd been there, I could have picked him up right away."

"He drank last night, so I prepared a glass of milk for him. I can't wait. Oh, right, his face is so soft."

"I love him. I'm going to confess my feelings. Wish me luck!"

Yu Qing has already had three husbands and five boyfriends die. Perhaps he was destined to be alone, since every partner he had met with an accidental death.

Injured and exhausted, Yu Qing stopped talking about love and settled down alone in an unfamiliar city.

The apartment was clean and tidy, and the neighbors were warm and friendly.

Perhaps a little too friendly.

Whenever Yu Qing went out, he would run into a tall, silent man, like a massive shadow looming over him.

The man helped him carry things and take out the trash.

Yu Qing felt uncomfortable, but assumed the man was just naturally friendly.

Until Yu Qing began to feel, for no apparent reason, that someone was watching him. At first, it was only outside. A damp, clammy gaze swept over his waist and legs.

Then the gaze followed him inside. Yu Qing could always feel someone watching him, at any time and everywhere.

A skirt laid out beside his bed in the morning. Milk still warm on the dining table...

Someone had been inside Yu Qing's home.

He called the police in a panic.

The officers received a bizarre report.

A beautiful man said someone had been spying on him. They took the report seriously and quickly arrived at the scene.

Then the sight before them left them all stunned.

The bedroom, living room, bathroom, gaps in the sofa, television, wardrobe, potted plants... Cameras were hidden everywhere, capturing every detail of the beautiful man who lived alone and had just lost his husband.

The police followed the trail of recordings from the cameras.

They found the stalker: the warm and friendly neighbor.

They knocked on the stalker's door. There was no answer, so the police broke in. In a cramped room beside the man's bedroom, a room that should have been a study, they found the stalker...

...dead.

A wanton black widow bottom x a top who keeps dying and coming back to life (technically, he's split into fragments, very tiny fragments).

The ex-husbands are all fragments of the top, and the bottom had sex with them.

All versions of the top are sexually inexperienced. The bottom can be considered not, depending on how you interpret the setup.

Which version of the top the bottom sleeps with depends on which fragment fights the hardest. There won't be just one. This isn't an investment race, so it's best not to pick a favorite.

Set against a supernatural resurgence.

Theme: If you love someone, pursue them bravely.