Su Kun's and Gu Yan's plan for a steamy bath was disrupted by Geng Zimo's unintentional shout. The previously intimate atmosphere vanished, and trying to continue would feel too awkward.

Coming back to his senses from the flushed and heart-racing entanglement, Su Kun realized he was pressed tightly against Gu Yan, with no gap between them. Moreover, a certain part of his lower abdomen was half-rising, showing signs of arousal.

Fortunately, it happened at this moment; if they had lingered a bit longer, it would have been unstoppable. Once he calmed down, the previous impulsive desire dispersed, leaving behind an awkwardness hard to resolve.

Hearing Geng Zimo's flip-flops approaching through the living room, Su Kun blushed and quickly opened the shower door, darting out. He grabbed the large towel originally prepared for Gu Yan, hastily wiped off the water droplets on his body, rubbed his hair twice, then put on Gu Yan's underwear. He stood by the partially closed bathroom door, trying to steady his heartbeat guiltily.

Due to the loud commotion and the darkness in the room, Geng Zimo thought something was wrong and hurriedly walked over, asking, "What's wrong with you, freaking out like that?" as he pushed open the door.

Caught off guard, Su Kun made eye contact with him, and his mind went blank. He thought: It's over! This awkward scene has been seen; my face is lost! TAT

The dim candlelight reflected in Su Kun's wet eyes, his hair standing up like a bird's nest, water droplets not fully wiped off his body, and... a slightly tented area.

Geng Zimo twitched his mouth, "…What's going on here?! Making the house look like some cult gathering while jerking off? With your timid nature, wouldn't this spooky environment scare you limp?" =_=

Su Kun: "..." Hearing Geng Zimo's words, he suddenly calmed down. He realized he had nothing to worry about because Geng Zimo couldn't see Gu Yan at all. Even if Gu Yan walked out of the shower and stood right in front of Geng Zimo, yelling in his ear, he wouldn't notice.

Clearly, Gu Yan thought the same. He stepped out and stood by the frosted glass door of the shower, observing Su Kun and Geng Zimo. Out of habit, he pulled another towel Su Kun had left in the shower and wrapped it around his waist. Although Geng Zimo couldn't see him, Gu Yan could see Geng Zimo, and standing naked in front of others didn't suit his usual demeanor... except for Su Kun.

To everyone's surprise, Geng Zimo looked past Su Kun and fixed his gaze directly on Gu Yan, looking somewhat surprised under the candlelight.

He stared at Gu Yan for a few seconds, then glanced at Su Kun with a twitching face, silently stepped back, and gestured, "You guys continue."

Su Kun: "..." Wait! What does this mean?! You... guys? What the heck does "you guys" mean?

Instinctively turning his head, Su Kun's gaze moved between Gu Yan and Geng Zimo several times, then he hesitantly asked Geng Zimo, "Can you see someone by the shower door?"

Geng Zimo looked at him like he was crazy, "A man."

=口=

"Why can you see him?!" Su Kun felt like the world had become fantastical again.

Geng Zimo, speechless, replied, "A perfectly alive man standing there; why wouldn't I see him? Am I blind?"

Gu Yan interjected, "The problem is, I'm not alive."

Geng Zimo: "..." Did the mental hospital forget to lock its doors today, letting these two escape together?

And Su Kun, nodding along with a puzzled face, said, "Yeah, he's been hanging around here for almost a month, and you haven't seen him before. Why do you see him now? Did you eat something weird?"

"Wait, almost a month?" Geng Zimo twitched his mouth, pointing at Gu Yan, and said to Su Kun, "Don't tell me he's the one who was lying in the coffin, facing you all day long."

Su Kun let out a dry laugh, "You're very smart."

Geng Zimo looked at Gu Yan in silence for a while, then suddenly gestured wildly, "You told me he was smaller than a baby! How is your baby 1.8 meters tall?!"

Su Kun silently corrected, "Almost 1.9 meters, by my estimation."

Geng Zimo: "…Can you focus on the important part?"

Su Kun, confused, asked, "So what's the important part?"

Geng Zimo: "Looking like that, no wonder you were so distracted before."

Su Kun's eyes widened, "You noticed before?"

Standing silently by, General Gu turned his face away expressionlessly: "..." Wouldn't most people focus on the fact that he's a ghost and not a human?

It turned out that like attracts like. Two people who could live together for two years and become best friends must have something in common, such as having somewhat abnormal thought processes.

Thus, an awkward encounter took a strange turn, thanks to the joint efforts of two oddballs.

So much so that later, when Gu Yan emerged from the bathroom wearing the underwear and a vest and shorts Su Kun found for him, Geng Zimo circled him under the candlelight on the dining table, inspecting him from his neat hair, sharp facial features, to the well-toned muscles that filled out the vest attractively... Finally, Geng Zimo nodded and concluded to Su Kun, "You saved up all your good luck for over twenty years for this, huh."

Casually picking up a ghost who turns out to be this handsome, with flawless looks and physique. The problem is, this fierce ghost initially wanted to kill Su Kun but ended up becoming his summoned beast and personal bodyguard. Now, it even seemed like he might take on the role of boyfriend. It was the epitome of "what a wonderful world" and "resource conservation and reuse."

Geng Zimo suddenly felt that ever since he met Su Kun, his life had shifted from a workplace novel to a supernatural fantasy novel. And this guy, with his strange aura, stood blushing and explaining innocently, "It wasn't me who turned off the lights, it was a short circuit."

"What did you eat for dinner?" Geng Zimo looked at the cold stove in the kitchen and the empty trash can, asking speechlessly.

"I forgot..." Su Kun paused, then jumped, "No wonder I felt so uncomfortable, I was hungry!"

Geng Zimo glanced at him, "You were kissed, thanks."

Su Kun: "..." How did you know!!

Geng Zimo lifted his chin, looking disdainful, "Because your lips are swollen."

Su Kun turned his head to look at Gu Yan, who coughed and looked out the window, deadpan, "The wind is picking up."

Without electricity, cooking was inconvenient, so Geng Zimo ordered takeout.

Although Gu Yan didn’t feel hunger, he still sat at the dining table with Su Kun, eating a few bites.

Under the soft candlelight, Gu Yan suddenly found it hard to remember the last time he sat at a table, eating warm food and listening to casual conversations. Memories of battles, disputes, faces he encountered in life, the rocking chair, flower trellis, stone table, and tea set in the backyard—all seemed shrouded in old, faded light.

At that moment, the events of his past life—good and bad, deep and shallow—felt like they could finally begin to be forgotten.

In this world, which always carried an inexplicable sense of unfamiliarity, he finally found a sense of belonging, akin to home. Although this feeling was still new, it symbolized the start of a new life. He was still him, but no longer the Gu Yan who rode into battle or watched the people in his grand mansion.

That night, before going to sleep, Su Kun remembered that the balcony screen door was still open. He had already closed his eyes but rushed to the balcony to close it before returning to bed.

Gu Yan couldn’t shrink back to his previous small size, so he couldn’t fit into the shoebox-sized coffin. Thus, he naturally ended up lying on the same bed as Su Kun. Su Kun initially planned to find another blanket from the closet, but Gu Yan stopped him.

"One is enough; I don't need it," Gu Yan said, waving his hand. His body temperature was much lower than an average person’s, so even the night chill didn’t affect him.

Despite that, Su Kun still spread the blanket over both of them.

It was their first time sharing a bed. Both Gu Yan and Su Kun were used to sleeping alone, so they kept a bit of distance, lying in their usual positions.

Whether from the day's exhaustion or the comfort of having someone beside him, Su Kun quickly fell asleep, shifting from a curled-up position to sprawled out, his sleeping posture quite unruly. Gu Yan, lying on his side, couldn’t help but laugh at his silly appearance, tucking him in before closing his eyes.

Not long after, Su Kun’s restless movements woke him up.

The result of not closing the screen door was several mosquitoes entering the room. By the middle of the night, they were buzzing around Su Kun, biting him multiple times. Half-awake, Su Kun swatted at the mosquitoes buzzing in his ears, scratching his arms and neck, his brows tightly furrowed, clearly not sleeping well.

In contrast, Gu Yan's side was peaceful. Although he had become corporeal, he still carried a hint of ghostly aura that kept the mosquitoes away.

Gu Yan squinted his eyes, grabbed Su Kun’s hand, which was about to scratch his neck raw, and moved it around his waist, pulling him into a tight embrace. Su Kun instinctively nuzzled his head against Gu Yan’s neck, clutching his clothes, gradually calming down and falling back asleep.

The buzzing mosquitoes, deterred by Gu Yan’s ghostly aura, couldn’t get near Su Kun. After a few futile circles, they disappeared.

Thus, Su Kun, naturally attractive to mosquitoes, clung to General Gu, the living mosquito repellent, and had the most peaceful night’s sleep since the beginning of summer.