[Cheeky, sweet, and straightforward beauty of a uke × Abstinent for 900 years, obsessive, possessive ghost seme with a hidden yandere side]

When Ruan Xinyuan was three years old, he suffered from hysteria and was pulled back from the brink of death by his fortune-telling grandmother. But ever since, there’s been a condition.

He must marry before he turns eighteen, or he’ll surely die.

And the man he marries must meet three exact criteria:

1. Born on the Lunar New Year’s Day (same as Ruan Xinyuan)

2. Exactly ten years older than him

3. Has a mole at the exact center of the back of his neck

As a firm believer in materialism, Ruan Xinyuan didn’t buy any of it. I mean, how likely is it that someone would match all three conditions?

***

Half a month into his freshman year, Ruan Xinyuan was subbing in for a friend at a neighboring university when the professor turned to write his name on the board.
Ruan saw it—a mole, right in the center of the back of his neck.

He frantically dove into B University’s forums to dig up the man’s info.

Qi Xun — A renowned young professor in the history department. Clean-cut, handsome, successful…

Most importantly:

1. Born on Lunar New Year’s Day

2. Exactly ten years older

3. Has that mole

Ruan Xinyuan was floored. But as a still-loyal materialist, he absolutely, definitely—

…found himself suffering unexplained chest pain five days later with no medical cause.

So, terrified of dying, Ruan Xinyuan showed up with 99 red roses and went straight to propose to the campus heartthrob.

Thick-skinned and a little shameless, he lied, “Professor Qi, I’ve had a secret crush on you for a long time. Can we skip dating and go straight to marriage?”

He was ready for a long battle.

But within one second, Qi Xun calmly replied, “Okay.”

***

Two months into the marriage, Ruan Xinyuan began to suspect something was…off.

Like how Qi Xun sometimes ate like a starving man, yet could also go a day and night without food.

Or how a cut on his finger healed completely in under ten seconds.

Or how, when Ruan started seducing him (on grandma’s advice) to “properly consummate the wedding night,” he ended up utterly exhausted, while Qi Xun just kissed him tenderly from head to toe…

And in a husky, breathless voice, whispered—

“This is my 937th year since death. I’ve finally found you.”

The not-so-convinced-materialist Ruan Xinyuan realized, his husband might not be human. He might be… a ghost.