Everyone listened, their skin crawling.
Yu Changxin felt a mixture of terror, dread, and utter disgust. Every hair on his body stood on end like the quills of a startled hedgehog.
"You're a complete lunatic!"
The mere thought that a pair of unseen eyes had been silently stalking his every move—watching him brush his teeth, wash his face, sleep, use the bathroom, and even hook up with people—was far more sickening and terrifying than the realization that he had slept with a ghost. The paparazzi in the entertainment industry were notorious for being omnipresent, but even they didn't monitor him twenty-four hours a day like this female ghost did.
The female ghost looked at Yu Changxin in sorrow. Every word she spoke reeked of morbid obsession; she was the spitting image of an irrevocably deranged stalker.
"Could it be that my love for you isn't deep enough? Why do you have a human heart but feel absolutely nothing?"
