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...
The following day, at precisely 5:25 AM, Zhan Zhao woke up first. He felt warmth and kept his eyes closed.
A few minutes later, he slowly opened his eyes and blinked twice because of the sunlight which fell on his face; he tried to move to the other side to avoid the sun's rays through the curtains, yet, his body couldn't move completely freely. After another failed attempt, his mind started working, and he looked around for a few seconds before discovering that he was trapped in the warm arms of the man he loves.
The sleepy young man looked at his side, his grey eyes falling on the face of the person embracing him like an octopus. Zhan Zhao subconsciously smiled when he saw the magnifying and handsome face of his sleeping lover. He placed his right hand lightly and landed on Bai Yutang's cheek. Like a soft feather, gently caressing his fluffy cheek and tracing his facial features with long, thin white fingers, nicely and lovingly. Bai Yutang had sharp features, but when he slept, his features were less intense, and he looks peaceful. The fingers of his hand slowly descended from his cheek to his nose, his brow bone, his sharp jawline, and his plump lower lip until it reached his broad shoulders to stop at a speck of dried blood, which was in his white shirt. Zhan Zhao frowned, gently rubbing it, and all of unexpected, his ears' roots turned red as well as remembered what had happened a few hours ago.
"How embarrassing!"
He murmured while burying his face, which was covered with his right hand, in the neck of the sleeping person. Regardless, his shyness didn't continue as he fell into a deep sleep as he smelled Bai Yutang's scent.
In the underworld, there was a light shining among the fire, which turned out to be radiating from the body of a marvelous being, with angular, inverted lips and red color, standing amid the flames that engulfed the darkness. He was looking at the being, whose most black feathers had been burned, with narrow eyes. He sighed softly and extended his hand to help her.
"I really feel sorry for you. I hope this will be your first and last time."
The black lipstick girl looked at him with teary eyes and extended her hand to him so that he could pull it out of the midst of the flames.
"There's another task for you."
He notified her while carrying her in his arms and flying down to another place with a view full of graves on top of a hill that looks somewhat like a tear.
"What kind of task?"
She asked him in a tired voice as she took her hands off his neck to get on her feet.
