There couldn’t have been a more awkward scene.
Two enemies stood in the living room, tension ready to explode. Yet on the TV, kissing sounds and steamy dialogue only grew more explicit.
The moment of deadly tension hung suspended. Jiang Luo froze for a beat, then returned to normal as if nothing had happened.
When it came to thick skin, Jiang Luo rarely lost to anyone.
He ignored the unexpected broadcast and kept a wary eye on Chi You.
But the malicious ghost was surprisingly focused on the television content.
The scene on-screen was vague and suggestive. Hands intertwined, necks entwined, the male lead’s hand slipped downward, brushing along the waistline.
Chi You watched intently.
Though it was his own room, he rarely turned on the TV, and almost never watched this kind of program.
“Hey,” the black-haired youth’s voice cut through, cold as ice. A golden python struck toward Chi You. “I’m still here—what are you looking at?”
Chi You dodged the strike, but his gaze drifted back to the television.
After a night of torment at Jiang Luo’s hands, a fire had long since ignited within him. But it wasn’t rage or bloodlust—rather, a strange, inexplicable feeling. Chi You couldn’t identify it, only that it left him restless with nowhere to vent.
A fire with no outlet naturally led to agitation.
When he had pulled Jiang Luo from the tub and teased him, Chi You had pressed close almost instinctively. But after giving him air, his mood only worsened.
As for why—
Even a malicious ghost didn’t know.
But Chi You hid it well. On the surface, he smiled, while inside, he grew more twisted and repressed.
The scene on the TV now gripped his attention.
His focus stayed on the screen so long that when the golden python came back around and attacked again, Chi You was struck head-on—unable to dodge.
A searing pain radiated from the wound.
Even a stone statue couldn’t withstand such a fierce blow. Blood dripped from his back onto the floor, quickly forming a small pool.
A line of blood ran from the corner of Chi You’s mouth. He looked down at the crimson puddle, then raised his hand to wipe the blood away.
Jiang Luo said, “Your stone-carved body may appear as soft as a living human’s, but its nature hasn’t changed—still tough as h*ll. But you were right about one thing.”
He raised a hand, and the golden python slithered back up to him, its tail coiling from his shoulder into his palm.
Golden light bathed the side of Jiang Luo’s face, making the black-haired youth look like a divine being—aloof and untouchable.
“The Yin-Yang hoop really can suppress you.”
“I was already having a great time… but you always barge in with some unexpected twist at the end. Wouldn’t it be better if you just let me finish getting my revenge with the last few deaths first? We can deal with the rest later.”
Jiang Luo’s voice was soft. “Chi You, why must you always be such a buzzkill?”
On the TV, the male lead’s hand had already slipped under the hem of the actress’s shirt.
Chi You finally tore his eyes from the screen. Wiping the last trace of blood from his lips, he said, “Tonight, you did well.”
He spoke like a real teacher, calmly commenting from a bystander’s perspective, “You completely overpowered me.”
“Merciless, and without the slightest hesitation,” Chi You smiled. “Those techniques would’ve caused me agony like dying, if not for this statue body, which kept me externally unharmed.”
“Oh, and,” he added politely, “the talisman you forced me to swallow—its effects were excellent.”
Even though Chi You had begun recovering from his weakened state, the talismans and methods Jiang Luo had used still left him with considerable internal injuries.
“But there’s one pity,” Chi You said regretfully. “Those methods—used on humans, you’d drive them mad. Used on ordinary vengeful ghosts, they’d be scared out of their wits.”
As he spoke, he stepped toward Jiang Luo.
The Si snake lunged at Chi You again. He grabbed its head with one hand, but the snake suddenly vanished, transforming into the Yin tiger, which bit into his leg.
The Yin tiger couldn’t break through the Yuan Tian Bead, but it could pierce the living statue body.
Blood streamed from Chi You’s thigh.
Chi You treated the tiger as nothing. His pace didn’t slow in the slightest as he continued toward Jiang Luo, each step thick with threat and oppressive tension, making it hard to breathe.
It was as if he didn’t feel pain at all.
“But you shouldn’t have used them on me,” Chi You said.
“I’ve experienced countless pains like this—many even worse. After enough of that, it stops meaning anything,” he said blandly. “Jiang Luo, you’ve used the wrong methods on me.”
He had already come to stand directly in front of Jiang Luo.
Black blood dripped to the floor, filling the air with the pungent scent of iron.
Even so, Chi You’s expression remained unchanged.
Just as he said—this kind of pain held no real power over him.
When a person—or a ghost—is no longer afraid of death or pain, then nothing in this world can punish them.
Jiang Luo calmly withdrew the Yin tiger and asked sincerely, “Then what method should I use on you?”
“I’ve killed you eighteen times,” the malicious ghost said with a low laugh. “Each time, you surprised me even more. If you want revenge, using these kinds of methods won’t be enough—you should be striking at the places that truly hurt.”
“For example,” he lowered his head, eyes meeting Jiang Luo’s, “you’re really making me feel…”
He thought for a moment, and chose a word: “Irritated.”
But this irritation wasn’t a simple one. It may not even have been irritation—it was something Chi You couldn’t quite name. Like a breath stuck in his chest, caught between inhale and exhale, leaving him smothered and restless.
He wanted Jiang Luo to live. He wanted him to die.
He wanted to see him on the brink of death—but even that didn’t feel like enough.
Jiang Luo frowned.
Out of the corner of his eye, Chi You glanced again at the television.
Onscreen, the male and female leads were once more locked in a kiss.
Chi You seemed thoughtful. He looked at Jiang Luo’s face—and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
He stepped forward.
Jiang Luo backed away, face expressionless. One step forward, one step back—until his knees hit the edge of the sofa, and he stumbled, falling backward.
The malicious ghost gave a silent laugh. He sat down gracefully and grabbed Jiang Luo’s ankle, yanking the human forcefully into his arms.
Jiang Luo landed straddling Chi You’s lap, one leg on each side. The malicious ghost locked him in place, the heat of battle still clinging to their bodies—sweat mixing with steam rising from damp skin.
Chi You didn’t know what he wanted to do. But he knew—he would find the answer in Jiang Luo.
Smiling, he lowered his head. His hand casually slid to Jiang Luo’s back.
The moment his palm touched him, the vague desire and agitated emotion inside him surged even more fiercely. Chi You’s breathing quickened slightly. In the empty cavity where no heart should be—something suddenly beat once.
And on the coffee table, the stone heart Jiang Luo had carved also began to throb.
Thump, thump, thump.
It was like a hidden drum had started beating inside the room.
Chi You’s smile widened, eerie and sinister. “Interesting.”
He was even more eager to figure out just what this inexplicable emotion inside him really was.
“Shh,” he said, in a pleased tone. “Watch the TV with me for a bit.”
He raised his head, still holding Jiang Luo in his arms, eyes now fixed on the television. But his hand continued downward along Jiang Luo’s back. The heat between them seemed to coil and multiply, invisible desires slipping through his fingers with nowhere to go.
Jiang Luo’s brow twitched. “Chi You, what are you doing?”
The deadly tension between them had shifted dramatically. The direction this was going in—Jiang Luo couldn’t follow it.
He was about to summon the Yin tiger again, but in the next second, Chi You inexplicably buried his head against Jiang Luo’s neck. One hand gripped the human’s jaw, forcing Jiang Luo to tilt his head up. His slender neck was exposed, glowing with a soft, clean sheen.
Beads of water slid down the side of his neck, leaving trails of damp and ambiguous marks.
The malicious ghost stared at them for several seconds, his expression unreadable—then suddenly leaned in and licked the trail of water.
Jiang Luo struggled, gritting out a groan, “You f*cking—”
The next second, the malicious ghost coldly and ruthlessly sealed his lips.
Their mouths crashed together once more, tongues colliding fiercely. Jiang Luo hadn’t expected this at all. In that brief instant of shock, the malicious ghost had already taken full control.
The hand behind him moved roughly, not knowing where to go. Jiang Luo’s wet shirt was pushed upward, wrinkling in messy folds.
Chi You’s posture was dominating—leaving Jiang Luo no room to refuse. Jiang Luo’s eyes flared with fire. Suddenly, he grabbed the malicious ghost’s collar and kissed him back fiercely.
There was no time to think—only one thought surged to the front of Jiang Luo’s mind:
I can’t lose to Chi You.
The kiss was like dry wood meeting a raging fire—so intense it seemed it could spark flames. Chi You’s emotions surged forth, overwhelming every other thought in an instant.
And yet, Chi You still wasn’t satisfied.
His hand gripping Jiang Luo’s neck tightened, his breathing growing rougher and heavier. Jiang Luo couldn’t tell if the man was trying to strangle him or kiss him to death. He didn’t hold back either—he wrapped his whip around Chi You’s neck and yanked him away.
But pulling the ghost away was no easy task. The ghost’s focus was unnervingly intense. It was like trying to drag a starving man away from a feast. Jiang Luo had to use all his strength just to get him to retreat even a little.
The black-haired young man gasped in deep breaths of fresh air.
His two long, smooth legs hung down on either side of Chi You’s thighs. The ghost looked down and saw that the edge of the youth’s shirt had already revealed the final layer of clothing underneath.
The ghost’s eyes darkened, crimson blood vessels threading through like spiderwebs.
He seemed to have regained some clarity. Slowly, he lifted his hand and traced Jiang Luo’s flushed lips, his fingers lingering with deliberate care.
At the corners of his mouth, there was a smile—subtle and unreadable.
But with every movement, it was as if some kind of slime-like danger lurked just beneath the surface—ready at any moment to lunge at Jiang Luo. That slick surface appeared calm, but beneath it surged a murky, seething threat, restless and eager. One careless move, and it could swallow the black-haired youth whole.
Goosebumps erupted all over Jiang Luo’s skin.
He tried to get up from Chi You’s body, only to find his legs bound by mist rising from the ground. Great—he’d locked Chi You’s neck, so Chi You bound his legs in return. D*mn it, neither of them was willing to lose.
Jiang Luo’s face darkened. He glanced at Chi You, who was neatly dressed in a suit, then at himself—barely covered by a half-buttoned shirt—and a stabbing pain lanced through his brain like a needle.
Not good.
That long-lost sense of weirdness crept up his spine once more.
Behind him, Chi You’s hand suddenly started sliding downward.
It passed his waistline, skimmed over the small of his back—
And kept going…
Jiang Luo’s scalp went numb. His face went deathly pale as he cursed, “Chi You, if you want to disgust me, just say it. No need to humiliate yourself with this act!”
But the moment the words left his mouth, he realized something was wrong.
His expression froze. With stiff, jerky movements, he looked down—a simple motion, yet it took him a long moment to carry out.
He could feel… something.
It was against his thigh.
After Jiang Luo saw clearly what it was, he suddenly held his breath and his pupils contracted in disbelief.
“F*ck you…” Jiang Luo’s voice floated in the air, not reaching the ground, “Are you reacting?”
At this moment, Jiang Luo suddenly understood that what was disgusting or not was all because he was judging others by himself. The malicious ghost was not only not disgusted, he even had desire for him!
How is that possible?
Didn’t Chi You want to kill him?
Aren’t they already completely enemies?
But the facts were there.
Jiang Luo was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses in a daze.
Amid the shock and astonishment, beyond the instinctive disgust, Jiang Luo actually felt a burst of giddy vanity and smug delight.
My god.
Chi You—who had countless admirers within the story and legions of fans outside of it—was actually experiencing desire for him.
And Jiang Luo had just spent the whole night tormenting him.
Was this the ghost wanting him to be on top?
Keep in mind, in all the scenes Jiang Luo had seen, Chi You hadn’t even shown the slightest interest in Feng Li.
Jiang Luo couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
His smile was dazzling—tinged with charming malice and mocking delight. He lowered his voice, unable to hide the amusement curling in it. Silky strands of black hair fell beside Chi You’s face as Jiang Luo cupped the ghost’s head, staring into his eyes with a piercing, meaningful look.
“Mister Evil Ghost,” he breathed, warm against his cheek, “you actually had thoughts about me.”
“Thoughts.”
Chi You narrowed his eyes slightly, subtly tightening his grip on Jiang Luo’s waist. “What kind of thoughts?”
Jiang Luo smirked, half-laughing. “Wicked thoughts.”
He chuckled low in his throat, all venom and delight.
“So it turns out you wanted to sleep with me… If you beg a little, I might consider sleeping with you once.”
Jiang Luo lowered his head, his breath warm and suggestive as it brushed against Chi You. He dangled hope in front of him—then doused it cold with his own hands. “But I really don’t like you right now. If you want something from me, then keep begging until it actually pleases me.”
“Sleep together,” the evil spirit murmured after a moment. “So that’s what this is.”
His fingers tapped lightly against Jiang Luo’s thigh, as if something had just clicked in place. He looked at Jiang Luo and slowly curled his lips into a smile. “So this is the kind of desire it is.”
Jiang Luo frowned.
Suddenly, a knock came from the door outside.
It was the dorm manager’s voice. “Who’s in there?”
Jiang Luo instinctively glanced toward the door—but in the next second, Chi You gripped his waist and flipped him over, pinning him down hard against the sofa. The sofa groaned under the weight. Chi You lowered his head, lips brushing Jiang Luo’s ear.
“Jiang Luo, thank you. Really.”
A sharp sting pierced Jiang Luo’s earlobe. The evil spirit lifted his head, blood on his lips. His fingers slid past Jiang Luo’s lips, casually brushing his teeth.
“You helped your teacher realize… how to express this kind of desire.”
His smile stretched wider, more dangerous. “We’ll meet again tonight.”
His hand slid downward in a slow, threatening caress along Jiang Luo’s neck. “And when we do… I hope you can satisfy this desire of mine.”
“Otherwise,” his handsome face twisted into something devilish, “I’ll kill you.”
The line hovered between jest and deadly seriousness. As it fell, a bathrobe flew toward Jiang Luo, wrapping him up—and Chi You vanished.
At that moment, the dorm manager opened the door. Upon seeing the disheveled mess inside, she gasped—and then spotted Jiang Luo, covered securely in the bathrobe on the couch.
Startled, she immediately turned to call the dean.
On the sofa—
Jiang Luo tore off the robe that had been thrown over him, his gaze dark and vicious. He spoke as though chewing on Chi You’s flesh:
“Chi. You.”
