My Dead Childhood Friend Became a Brooding Ghost [Expected to Start Next]

I'm done trusting myself. I'll finish writing the whole story before I start posting. Current progress: 3,000 words.

[Help! My dead childhood friend comes to find me in my dreams every night. How can I get rid of him?]

[1L: Does he have something he wants to tell you?]

[Thread starter replies to 1L: Then he should just say it already! What the hell does he mean by going at me nonstop?]

[2L: Tell us more.]

[3L: OP, I think your childhood friend might be really fixated on you. If you satisfy him, he'll leave.]

[Thread starter replies to 3L: How do I satisfy him?]

[4L: Cuddle, hug, kiss him. Act even more obsessed than he is.]

A week later.

[Thread starter replies to 4L: &*%￥... TvT He went even harder!!]

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The day he got rid of his childhood friend, Ji Jincheng thought his life could finally get back on track.

But a week later, in the middle of the night, he found that his body was uncontrollably craving something. That unbearable, painful yet intoxicating tug, that tingling sensation seeping from between his bones, made him helplessly addicted...

He became a complete insomniac.

Half a month later, unable to take it anymore, Ji Jincheng arranged to meet a casual sex partner at a hotel.

But the person who showed up wasn't his hookup. It was his childhood friend, whom he hadn't seen in ages.

Yu Yuze smiled as he pinned him to the bed, his eyes dark. "Chengcheng, is this how you treat me?"

Ji Jincheng tried to push him away, but the moment he touched Yu Yuze's skin, his body instinctively wrapped itself around him.

Yu Yuze deftly pulled open Ji Jincheng's clothes and kissed him. "This time, I'm not cold anymore."

"Chengcheng, you'd better remember this."

Ji Jincheng: "Mmm." TvT!!

[Reader's Guide]

1. A sweet little romance, one-on-one, both leads have only ever been with each other.

2. A seemingly gentle, doting top who's actually cunning and gloomy x a carefree, slow-witted, easily riled bottom

Theme: Love life, love everything