Yichen pushed him away, flustered.
Yichen (sharply): "Can you give me some time?"
Zhaoyan (softly): "Okay."
Yichen suddenly shouted, clearly overwhelmed.
Yichen (snapping): "Then please don't come into the bathroom like that!"
Zhaoyan (calmly): "Okay… I didn't come in."
And just like that—he vanished.
Yichen let out a long, shaky breath, dragging his hand down his face.
Yichen (muttering): "What am I supposed to do now?"
After a moment, he finally stepped into the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away some of the chaos. When he came out, steam still lingering in the air, he glanced around. The room was empty.
Yichen (thinking): Where did he go?
He walked out slowly, towel wrapped around his waist. Just then, his phone rang. He snatched it up from the table and answered.
Yichen (answering): "Hello?"
Tian Tian (on the phone): "Hey, Yichen! Where are you? I'm already waiting!"
Yichen blinked in surprise.
Yichen (guiltily): "Oh… Tian Tian, you're already there?"
Just as he spoke, Zhaoyan suddenly appeared in front of him again, almost making him drop the phone. Yichen coughed awkwardly, trying to stay composed.
Yichen (into phone): "I'm sorry, Tian Tian. I… I can't come. Something urgent came up."
Tian Tian (irritated): "Then why did you ask me to come yesterday?"
Before Yichen could respond, the line cut off. He sighed.
Then, Zhaoyan reached out and gently took the towel from his hand. Without saying a word, he began drying Yichen's damp hair with quiet care. Yichen stood still, confused and unable to move.
Yichen (thinking): He's… really handsome. Like someone from a rich family… but he's dead.
Zhaoyan smiled softly.
Zhaoyan (gently): "You're so cute."
Yichen blinked.
Yichen (quickly): "I-I'm not a girl."
Zhaoyan (amused): "I know."
Yichen turned away, flustered. He quickly pulled open a drawer, rummaged through it, and took out the red envelope.
Yichen (holding it out): "Please take this back. Find a beautiful girl to marry instead. I'm a boy."
Zhaoyan looked at the envelope for a moment, then smiled, unbothered.
Zhaoyan (softly): "I already told you—I don't care."
He stepped closer, eyes steady.
Zhaoyan (sincerely): "I never imagined I'd marry a boy, but… you're cute. And besides, we're already married."
He leaned in slightly, voice firm but gentle.
Zhaoyan: "So parting… is impossible."
Yichen (frustrated): "How? I mean… you're dead. How can we live together like this? It's so strange."
Zhaoyan smiled softly, his tone gentle.
Zhaoyan: "I may be dead, but I can still do everything for you—maybe even more than a living person."
Yichen let out a sigh, clearly at a loss.
Yichen: "You just don't understand…"
Zhaoyan (calmly): "Don't overthink it. No matter what happens, we won't be apart."
Yichen (firmly): "I don't like boys."
Zhaoyan (teasingly sincere): "Okay. Then I'll just keep pursuing you until you start liking me."
Annoyed, Yichen turned and walked over to his wardrobe to grab clothes. But just as he reached in, the towel around his waist suddenly loosened and dropped to the floor.
Yichen's eyes widened in shock.
Zhaoyan turned his gaze toward him, completely unfazed.
Panicking, Yichen quickly snatched up the towel and wrapped it back around his waist, his face flushed bright red.
Zhaoyan smiled, eyes twinkling.
Zhaoyan: "Don't worry. I'm your husband, not a stranger. No need to be shy."
Yichen quickly changed into fresh clothes, his movements hurried and flustered. Meanwhile, Zhaoyan sat comfortably on the bed, still dressed in his wedding attire.
Yichen (frowning): "Aren't you going to change? You're still wearing your wedding clothes."
Zhaoyan smiled—and in the blink of an eye, his outfit transformed into a sleek, formal suit.
Yichen's jaw dropped. He stared in disbelief, thinking, He looks even more handsome like this…
Zhaoyan (smiling): "It's our first day after the wedding. We should spend the whole day together, right?"
Yichen (muttering): "You've already been following me since last night…"
Zhaoyan stood and slowly walked over to Yichen, his tone suddenly serious.
Zhaoyan: "Don't be so rude. I don't like it. And…" (he softened his voice) "Call me hubby. It feels so good when I hear you say that."
Yichen (firmly): "No."
Zhaoyan let out a long sigh, though a playful smile lingered on his lips.
Zhaoyan: "You're so stubborn."
Yichen (annoyed): "I'm not stubborn—you are."
Zhaoyan (grinning): "If I were really stubborn, I'd already be doing everything I want with you. But I'm holding myself back."
Yichen hesitated, his brows furrowing.
Yichen (cautious): "What do you mean by… 'do everything'?"
Zhaoyan sat beside him on the bed, and Yichen immediately shifted, trying to put space between them.
Zhaoyan (softly): "Yichen… it's been so long since I've spoken to a living human. And now… I'm married to you, even after death. I'm happy—really happy."
Zhaoyan suddenly stopped speaking. His voice cut off mid-thought.
Yichen (concerned): "What? What's wrong?"
For a brief second, Zhaoyan's expression changed—something unreadable flashed in his eyes. But then he smiled again, like nothing happened.
Zhaoyan (lightly): "It's nothing."
Yichen stared at him, silent.
He didn't say it out loud, but in his heart, he knew—
Zhaoyan was hiding something behind that smile.
Yichen (suspicious): "Then… what do you want to do?"
Zhaoyan looked at him with a playful glint in his eyes.
Yichen (clarifying): "I mean… you said you want to spend the day with me. How exactly?"
Zhaoyan's eyes lit up with excitement.
Zhaoyan (cheerfully): "Let's do what couples do!"
Yichen's face turned bright red.
Yichen (stammering): "W-What couples do? What do you mean by that?"
Zhaoyan burst out laughing, holding his stomach.
Zhaoyan (teasing): "I mean—let's go outside and have some fun!"
Yichen (deadpan): "You're dead."
Zhaoyan (grinning): "I know. But I already told you—I can still do everything."
Yichen (sighing): "Fine. Then where do you want to go?"
Zhaoyan (excited): "Let's go watch a movie!"
Yichen (nodding): "Okay…"
Without warning, Zhaoyan pulled him into a hug.
Yichen stiffened, his thoughts racing.
Yichen (inwardly): I need to find a way to get rid of this ghost... but until then, I'll just do whatever he says. If I don't… he might actually kill me.