Bugged Out After Marking the Sinister Male Ghost

Liu Xiao often has a dream. In the dream, war rages. A person in blood-stained clothes lies lifeless in his arms. Liu Xiao wakes up with a sense of loss, only to turn his head and see a male ghost with the face of his dream’s white moonlight sitting by the bed. A pair of blood-red eyes fixate unwaveringly on Liu Xiao as the ghost pulls a sinister smile. Liu Xiao: … Liu Xiao never imagined that he, a ghost hunter of all people, not only couldn’t get rid of this male ghost who treats him as his ex-husband, but also has to help the ghost deal with his… physiological needs. A chill runs down his nape. Wen Renqian’s icy fingers rub against his scent gland, breath ambiguous: My estrus cycle is here. Liu Xiao: I don’t have the habit of being someone else’s substitute. The ghost who doesn’t understand human speech pushes Liu Xiao onto the bed, casually rips open his collar, pushes aside long hair with pale fingers, revealing the scent gland on the nape that has been bitten countless times by another person. The marked male ghost grinds his sharp canine teeth against Liu Xiao’s collarbone, leaving a deep bite mark: Enough talk. Liu Xiao sighs and gives up struggling. …Fine. Consider it a dog bite. The male ghost tops the Taoist priest for a night of spring passion. The next morning, Liu Xiao slowly opens his eyes, preparing to face that pale, dead face. The next second, the male ghost wearing a frilly apron pushes the door open holding breakfast, eyes clear and bright, unmistakably the image of the white moonlight from his dreams: Good morning, Brother Liu. Liu Xiao: ? What did you call me? The male ghost’s ears turn red. He coughs lightly: Hu-husband? Liu Xiao looks at the pile of pitch-black, unidentifiable substance and falls silent. Is this… marking the male ghost into the white moonlight? Clearly, the white moonlight is much easier to get along with. The two chat about everything under the sun and life itself, then lie in bed under the covers purely to sleep, with no worry about being ambushed at night. Until one night, the moment Liu Xiao closes his eyes, the next second, icy cold fingers tightly clamp around his throat. Liu Xiao looks up and meets a pair of blood-red eyes faintly tinged with madness: What are you doing? Liu Xiao: … Will this bug ever end?