I Secretly Moved In Next Door to My Ex-Boyfriend

Here's a preview of my upcoming story, "The Simpleminded Ghost I Raised Turned Out to Be an Immortal Big Shot." Synopsis below.

Smooth-talking fake Taoist vs. shrewd immortal

This story: A seemingly gentle but inwardly obsessive, gloomy writer top x an obedient, innocently flirtatious little ray of sunshine bottom

Lin Xichuan has been acting a little strange lately.

He's developed an improperly intense interest in the new neighbor next door.

The man, Shen Yan, is refined and mild-mannered, but Lin Xichuan can't stop looking at the line of his collarbone where his shirt slips down, or the faint red mole beneath his thin lips.

Everything Shen Yan does and says seems precisely tailored to Lin Xichuan's taste, leaving him parched and unable to pull away.

He even keeps bringing to mind the cyber boyfriend who abruptly cut off contact four years ago.

"Have we met before?" One night, as they walked home side by side, Lin Xichuan stared at Shen Yan's thin lips, warmly lit by the streetlamps, and couldn't help leaning closer.

Xin Yan turned his head to dodge and smiled gently. "Xiaochuan, you're drunk."

He didn't notice the shadowy, icy glint that flashed through Xin Yan's eyes.

Lin Xichuan had only one thought on his mind: I want to kiss him so badly. I was so close.

At his friend's urging, Lin Xichuan carefully planned a confession.

After he said, "I like you," he watched Xin Yan drop every pretense and give him a wild, satisfied smile.

"Xiaochuan, do you know how long I've been waiting for this day?"

The next moment, the world spun.

Lin Xichuan rattled his chains. Instead of being afraid, he crawled over from the head of the bed and tilted his head up to kiss Xin Yan's taut chin.

"Does this mean you've accepted my confession?"

This was entirely unlike what Xin Yan had expected. He thought Lin Xichuan would be afraid, angry, or even beg for mercy. The one thing he hadn't imagined was this...

So he fled in a panic.

When he was eighteen, Xin Yan had a passionate online romance in a game.

On the day they were supposed to meet in person, he took a slow train from the countryside and spent more than ten hours getting to the city, but his boyfriend never showed up, claiming he had to work.

After much digging, Xin Yan learned the other person had only been playing with him.

He returned home heartbroken, only to get into a car accident. He lost his grandmother, his dream, and his future.

Four years later, going by the alias Shen Yan, he had money, power, and fame, and moved in next door to Lin Xichuan.

He carefully calculated every encounter and played the role Lin Xichuan liked best, waiting for him to fall completely.

He had planned everything, except for one thing:

Lin Xichuan's knack for toying with people was just as strong as ever.

Every glance, every gesture, made Xin Yan fall so hard he felt like he was going crazy.

Xin Yan gritted his teeth. "Lin Xichuan, don't think I won't do something to you..."

Pinned against the wall, Lin Xichuan tipped his head back slightly, his eyes clear and innocent, yet full of hope.

"As long as you agree to be my boyfriend, you can do whatever you want to me, okay?"

Xin Yan really was going crazy.

Reader's guide:

1. One-on-one, both leads are faithful, melodramatic. Xin Yan is the top, Lin Xichuan the bottom.

2. No breaking them up or switching their roles. Any behavior or comments that separate this couple are forbidden.

3. This is written for the author's personal tastes and to practice writing. Not suitable for readers who are particular about their favorite character, so please read with caution.

4. Set in a fictional world. Please don't nitpick.

5. To be continued.

Upcoming story: "The Simpleminded Ghost I Raised Turned Out to Be an Immortal Big Shot"

Smooth-talking fake Taoist x shrewd immortal

The fake Taoist Situ Xiao spent more than ten years swindling people with his younger sister, until his luck finally ran out.

The wealthy Rong family claimed to be searching for their biological daughter, but they'd actually taken an interest in the birth chart of Situ Xiao's sister, who was pretending to be that daughter. They wanted to seize her and marry her off to their son in a ghost marriage.

When Situ Xiao was a child, he met many fake Taoists. They all told him the same thing: his fate was extraordinary, and a noble benefactor would support him in the future. His sister's fate carried ill fortune, and she was destined to face a calamity that he would have to willingly take on for her.

Situ Xiao had always treated it as a joke.

Forget getting support from a benefactor. He'd never even found a single coin on the ground in his life. His luck was so terrible he could rival the unluckiest person alive. Great wealth and glory? What a joke.

That was until his sister's deadly calamity came to pass.

Without hesitation, Situ Xiao climbed into the bridal sedan himself.

Heh. You need a bride for a ghost marriage, right? My birth chart's good, so why not take me? Let's just see if your son can handle it.

Even as he climbed into the sedan, Situ Xiao couldn't help feeling nervous. He hadn't even caught a glimpse of his supposed benefactor.

He'd just have to take things one step at a time.

The wedding procession met a funeral procession head-on on a narrow road.

A gust of wind lifted one corner of the sedan curtain, and Situ Xiao's eyes lit up.

Could this be his destined benefactor, finally arriving to right wrongs and punish evil?

Who could have expected the lid of the coffin opposite to fly off with a bang, and a ridiculously handsome young man to sit bolt upright, jump out, and run away, dragging Situ Xiao out of the bridal sedan with him?

Situ Xiao: So ghosts really do exist.

His legs went weak as he was carried off, and he thought he was done for.

But this handsome ghost didn't drink blood or take lives. His only hobby was clinging to Situ Xiao and sniffing him, impossible to shake off.

Trembling, Situ Xiao looked down.

The man's fingers were mangled and bloody, and his throat was ruined. All he could do was make little cries.

...Why does he look so pathetic and dim-witted?

At that moment, pity overcame fear.

"I'll call you Meimei. It suits you. Want to come home with me? I'll take care of you."

From then on, the fake Taoist's home had one more ghost at the dinner table. Meimei was clingy but otherwise easy to care for, and the three of them managed to get by.

Situ Xiao gradually came to enjoy raising a ghost.

But... why had Meimei been getting more and more absent-minded lately? Whenever Situ Xiao called, he would frown in place before coming over, then stare blankly at him.

Situ Xiao reflected. "Maybe he's bored at home?"

So he bought a few cat teaser wands and waved them around in front of Meimei. "Meimei! Look at this! Do you like i--"

Before he could finish, a group of bodyguards in black burst through the door and forced him to his knees in front of Meimei.

Situ Xiao was dumbfounded. "Mei... Meimei?"

Mei Ziyu slowly lifted his eyes, leaned in, and pressed his long, slender fingers against Situ Xiao's chin, forcing his head up.

"By the Rong family's rules, you ought to call me Grandpa."

Only then did Situ Xiao learn that Mei Ziyu was alive, and an immortal. The Rong family's immense wealth was due to his protection.

OMG, he'd really met a ghost... a benefactor.

Since he'd taken his sister's place as the bride, Mei Ziyu was basically his ancestor.

...Help, is it too late to eat the cat teaser wand?

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