
Is This Ghost Sick?
这鬼有病吧
by Egg Tart on the Run (在逃蛋挞)
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 106k Words
- Chapters
- 28
- Genre
- Romance
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 9mo ago
- Source
- JJWXC
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Synopsis
Question: I only have 1,113 yuan and 8 cents, how can I rent a house and survive. Chi Dao: "If you rent a haunted house, you can also get a rich and handsome boyfriend for free." He Jiu, who was cooking vegetables in the kitchen and cutting fruit for Chi Dao: "..." Chi Dao, a talented and gentle goddess in the eyes of outsiders, is actually cold and venomous, often making people very angry. Oh, people are still poor. When the balance was only 1113 yuan and 80 cents, I was forced to rent a house... 1. Looking at the house for the nth time, the agent said: "It only costs 500." Chi Dao stretched out two fingers expressionlessly: "Two hundred, this is a haunted house." The agent took a breath and immediately ran to make a phone call: "Okay! I'll talk to the landlord!" The mess was finally cleared. Chi Dao: "..." He slowly put down his hand, feeling that he had been cheated. The bracelet on my hand broke off for no reason and fell to the ground. When I bent down to pick it up, the ceiling light in the corridor suddenly flickered! Amid the sizzling sound of electricity, followed by a chill as if falling into an ice cave, a joking joke rang in her ears: "Am I only worth two hundred?" If you are sick, what does the rent have to do with you? Chi Dao sneered and raised his eyebrows, throwing a canvas bag over: "You actually think you are worth two hundred?" The canvas bag spun around in the air and then landed perfectly... Chi Dao lowered his eyes and looked at his empty palm: "..." The ghost who was motionless but not hit: "..." 2. No matter what, Chi Dao, who was poor and really picky, rented the apartment. Looking at the missing savings in his mobile wallet, Chi Dao: Isn't the poor a ghost? She paid the rent, even if the other person is a ghost, she still wants A rent. "Don't touch my sketchbook to write your threatening note. Your broken handwriting doesn't deserve it." "Don't keep opening and closing the door, otherwise the air conditioner will escape." "Don't turn on the TV at night. You don't have to pay the electricity bill?" He stared at Chi Dao without blinking and spoke. After a moment, the corner of his lips curled up inexplicably, his hand loosened, and he deliberately broke a glass: "Oh~ remember." Chi Dao: "..." I'm sick. 3. Later, Chi Dao, who came home half an hour late, felt dizzy as soon as he entered the door. When he opened his eyes again a few seconds later, he was pressed against the door. The fingertips that always had a cool feeling traced across her neck, and finally landed on her lips. The sound of her slightly rapid breathing was particularly clear in the darkness. Chi Dao tilted his head awkwardly, "I'll come back early... Next time." The friction between her lips paused, and after a moment, a moist coldness surrounded her. "Well, don't leave me for too long." After saying that, the room fell into silence again. Chi Dao lowered his eyes and remained silent: ... I'm sick, so I don't care about that. The hug was too tight, and she moved her shoulders to try to break away. Amidst the friction of her clothes, she heard his hidden "Please." He Zhu's perspective: It took him three years after his death to understand that sometimes being a ghost is much harder than being a human being. In order to scare her, she asked him to pay the rent. To warm up and cook the food, she suspected that he had poisoned the food... But it wasn't until later that one day Chi Dao dug into the depths of a drawer that had never been opened and pulled out a small, yellowed note that he had not sent out: Hello, classmate Chi Dao from Class 1, Grade 2, Grade 2. I am He Jiu from Class 3, Grade 2, Grade 2. If you don't mind, maybe we can... Get acquainted? "Now..." Behind him, his fingertips rubbed the beating pulse on the side of her neck, and asked with a low smile: "Do you know me?" Chi Dao turned around and pushed him away coldly and disgustedly: "No." This was still sick. This article was previously titled: "Don't touch my sketchbook, Mr. Ghost" Food guide: [Art student with cold and poisonous tongue × ruffian and evil ghost] Ps: It's so sweet both ways, a brainless little sweet story, a few chapters of abuse in the middle, and the ending is he 2. Imaginary urban supernatural background 3. Unconventional reunion (one-way secret love) 4.*3 In the introduction and the perspective of the male protagonist are all in the extra chapter (I don't know when it will be written). If you don't mind, don't enter. Special statement [Highlight]: This article tends to have a sense of atmosphere and is mainly used to relax while consuming CP. Comments that disturb other little angels' sugar-eating mood will be deleted. Purpose: Cherish the present and live well

