Warning:
This story contains very intimate scenes. Not recommended for people under the age of 18 or for people, who do not enjoy reading BL stories.
The novel is about a difficult serial Ghost case, who died twenty-five years ago, which leads to...
Today is the New Year's Eve, the snow falling out of the window, the heating in the room was hot, and a layer of fog was rising on the glass.
Zhan Zhao leaned against the window and looked outside, head tilted, staring blankly into the distance.
Everyone in the distance can see the faint flashing candlelight through the foggy window.
Retro the candlesticks were filled with red candles covered with teardrops and must be accompanied by roasted turkeys of golden colour that were too large to be served on the plate.
The tempting desserts were all around, and the family was talking and laughing together.
You can hear Christmas songs with crisp bell sounds through the window, from time to time there is the laughter of children. The cold streets are actually very lively.
As he looked outside the window, he felt warm hands wrapped around his waist and a snug chest, through which the heartbeat of the other person could be heard resting on his back.
"Cat, are you ready to go?"
Bai Yutang's vibrant voice hit his small ear with a cosy breath.
Zhan Zhao smiled and answered him,
"Yeah!"
Bai Yutang's lips smiled and kissed the right side of Zhao's cheek.
Both Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao went to France. Zhao didn't want that, plus they only get three days off, yet the white mouse was very stubborn.
They went to the Eiffel Tower for dinner.
Bai Yutang booked a table for them this evening, or should I say he booked the entire restaurant for two hours so that he and Zhan Zhao would be only without anyone's participation.
When they reached the restaurant, Bai Yutang told the man his name.
