Chapter 2
Edward Quan ·
The ghost was a neat freak. Ever since he moved in, there wasn’t a speck of dust left in my home.
A week later, I watched him standing by the window, diligently flicking a cockroach away for me.
I swallowed the words, “When are you leaving?”
Um, having a free housekeeper wasn’t so bad.
4
When I got home, the ghost was sprawled across the sofa, playing with my spare phone.
When he saw me, he was delighted.
“Big Sis, can ghosts wear this?”
I picked it up and nearly got a nosebleed.
The screen was full of photos of handsome bodhisattvas I’d saved earlier.
A harness, a servant uniform, a collar, chains…
I pinched my nose and tilted my head back to keep the blood from running.
“This is a little too hot.”
“But don’t you like it?”
I began unpacking my suitcase.
“What, are you planning to cosplay ‘A Love Between Human and Ghost That Never Ends’? Forget it. I’m only interested in the living.”
He lowered his eyes.
“That’s true. You must be popular, huh? The ghost saw lots of people on your WeChat calling you ‘baby.’”
My hands paused as I sized him up.
His bone age wasn’t very high. He was probably still a little ghost.
Mm. I couldn’t corrupt a child.
I walked over and patted his head.
“I know that isn’t good. I’ll change.”
“Really?” The ghost’s eyes shone.
I nodded.
He was too young to learn about men and women. I had to restrain myself and stop showing him those things, or I’d turn him into a little pervert, too.
My trip had taken a lot out of me.
I hadn’t even finished unpacking before I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I was greeted by another pair of red-rimmed eyes.
The ghost sat beside the bed, his dark eyes deep and solemn.
“You said you’d change. Why did you change your password?”
I rolled over and went back to sleep.
“Don’t ask so many questions about grown-up things.”
Why were my eyes always brimming with tears?
Because I was sleepy to death.
He pouted, as if he wanted to argue, but I yawned.
“Little ghost, can you cook?”
He thought for a moment, then nodded.
“I can.”
“Steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, roast young chicken, roast goose, braised pork, braised duck, soy-braised chicken, cured meat, pork intestines with winter melon… one serving of each!”
The little ghost fell silent and quietly slid off the bed.
Hmph. He needed to learn to recognize when he was outmatched!
I closed my eyes again, reassured.
But just as I’d begun to drift off, someone shook me awake.
“Big Sis, it’s ready.”
?
The whole dining table had been wheeled right up beside the bed, covered in food.
But that wasn’t even the most important part.
“Explain this: why are you wearing nothing but a lace apron?”
He knelt on one knee beside the bed. His pale skin brushed the floor as he rested his cheek against my hand.
“Big Sis, isn’t this what you like?”
6
Good heavens! Was this some kind of test for a public servant?
I hurriedly tipped my head back at a forty-five-degree angle. Damn it, or my nose would start bleeding again.
The little ghost saw this and hurried to get me a tissue.
But as soon as he opened the drawer, his hand froze.
I didn’t notice. I quickly pulled out two tissues and stuffed them up my nose.
My phone lit up. It was a message from my boss.
【Same place, 8888.】
That was the suite number at a five-star hotel.
He sent another message.
【Don’t waste time putting on makeup. Hurry over. I can’t wait. Let’s get straight to it!】
Damn it. Even on the last day of my vacation, I couldn’t escape being dragged into overtime early.
Office workers’ lives were just like Pinduoduo: every little thing came along to take a bite out of you.
When he saw me stand up, the little ghost’s eyes darkened. He grabbed my hand.
“Where are you going?”
“To work, obviously~”
Sometimes, I envied ghosts.
They were born useful!
Sigh… too bad I wasn’t born from the heavens. I was born from my mother.
He frowned.
“Why is your work meeting at a hotel?”
I irritably got dressed.
“My colleagues and I are working overtime together. There’s a bed in the hotel, so if we get tired, we can take turns lying down.”
“There’s a gym downstairs, too.”
“We don’t need to worry about food, and there’s unlimited coffee refills to keep us alive…”
Only children got to choose. Adults just worked like oxen, with no end to their tasks.
But he didn’t believe me. His grip tightened around my hand.
“Big Sis, you don’t have a boyfriend. Why is one condom missing from your drawer?”
His sudden change in attitude made me uncomfortable, and I tried to pull away.
“Are you interrogating me?”
The ghost was stubborn, and his grip didn’t loosen.
“Can you tell me?”
“I took one out a few days ago to play with some water, and it tore…”
“Really?”
The man let out a mocking laugh.
“If you were playing with water, why didn’t you call me to play with you?”
What was wrong with him…? Why was this ghost suddenly acting so strange?
Realizing something was off, I tried to run.
But he was one step faster. He blocked the door and pulled the apron strap down from his neck. The thin fabric slid off and hung loosely at his hips.
Eight taut, bronze abdominal muscles slowly came closer, making me swallow.
Seriously, were all ghosts built this well now?
“You can’t take it already, Big Sis?”
His hand moved down to his hip. A metal clasp clicked open, and his gleaming belt fell to the floor.
The accessories from yesterday’s phone photos appeared on him one by one.
The sight before me made my heart race.
“Wait… you…”
He flicked the whip in his hand. It cracked against the shiny tile.
The man approached step by step, his cold breath brushing against my neck.
“Big Sis, I bet he doesn’t know how to please you as well as I do…”
7
“Can you speak like a normal person?”
I slapped him hard enough to leave him stunned.
My gaze dropped to the whip in his hand.
“What the hell is this? Were you going to hit me?”
“You’re in my house and you think you can hit me? You’ve got some nerve.”
The ghost waved his hands quickly.
“N-no… that’s not it…”