Take in male ghost

  In the living room, I sat on the sofa, scowling at him with a black face and gritting my teeth.

  Even if I don't get married in this life, I never thought of being seen so "clearly" by a male ghost! Now that I think about it, my face is still red with shame, and the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel.

  That rascal stood in front of me, looking a bit awkward and stealing glances at me. When he saw me staring at him, he quickly looked away and lowered his head. He stuttered as he spoke, "I, I really didn't mean to, I waited outside for half a day, watching you go in but not come out, worried that something might happen to you, so I went in to take a look... didn't expect you were taking a bath..."

  "Still talking!" I slammed my hand on the table, scaring him so much that he trembled. Pointing at his nose and suppressing my anger, I roared: "This is my home! I have no money and no looks, who dares to control me? Can't you use your brain for once? Your excuse is too ridiculous, do you think I'm a fool?"

  The more I talked, the angrier I got. Just thinking about him seeing everything made me furious, and then I felt a chill run down my spine. It was only because I have this special ability that I could see him standing at the door, staring blankly, that I managed to chase him out. If I didn't have this ability, who knows what this pervert would have done?

  "I, I never thought of peeking at you, it's just that now I have to follow you everywhere, after all, you helped me and saved me from disaster, so I want to repay you." He was a bit timid, but still explained bravely.

  To be honest, this guy is also a rare handsome man, of course, slightly inferior to those idol stars. The dress is very ordinary, but very clean and spirited. There is a noble temperament between the eyebrows, and the whole person looks peaceful and calm, and it can't be seen how he died.

  Although he did what a wolf would do, he had the clearest and purest eyes. If it weren't for his sudden appearance, I really wouldn't have noticed that he was a ghost; I would have taken him for a living person. Because those black eyes were so lively and bright, they were the kind that got more and more pleasing to look at.

  He seems quite honest in his expression and sincere in his apology, but I don't remember when I ever saved such a pervert?

  Just thinking about him lying, my face turned even darker, narrowing my eyes to question him, "Hey, don't get too close, I don't remember saving a ghost. No matter what your purpose is for following me, what I want to tell you now is that you're a ghost and I'm human, we're on different paths. I'm in the world of the living and you're in the underworld, two separate worlds. What you should do is go reincarnate, not wander around in the mortal realm!"

  "However, I really can't be reborn. They say I'm carrying a wrongful death and didn't die of natural causes. And even if my enemy is already dead, I still can't be reborn. I don't remember what happened in the past. I just want to follow you and repay your kindness. Please rest assured, I won't do anything to harm others." He heard that I wanted to drive him away and begged me to take him in with some difficulty, sincerely promising not to cause any trouble.

  I rubbed my temples, which were aching slightly. I've seen people with thick skin before, but this was the first time I'd seen a ghost with such a thick skin, and to make matters worse, it was a lecherous one too.

  No way, the first impression he gave me has already been branded in my mind, I need time to change my view of him.

  Agreed with him on three chapters, I can take him in, but he cannot disturb my work and life. If he interferes with these two things, pack up and get out immediately.

  In this way, our family, apart from my uncle and me, the only two living people, had an additional mouth to feed, that is, this male ghost who looked very honest but whose intentions were unknown. Fortunately, his existence was only visible to me, and my uncle was unaware of it, otherwise I would have been in for a scolding.

  I cooked instant noodles, turned on the TV, and pretended to watch it while actually keeping an eye on him. Noticing he was still standing awkwardly by my side, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and let him sit down on the sofa beside me, asking: "Name, age."

  "Huh?" He was somewhat perplexed by my question.

  Swallow the noodles in his mouth, spit out a breath of air, "What's your name? You always make me call you Color Devil! If you like it, I don't mind. Also, I don't understand you at all, I need to have some idea about you!"

  I called him a colored ghost, but he looked very embarrassed and smiled, "My name is Ming Yan, I'm about 500 years old, I don't remember anything else."

  ……

  Mingyan? Is Ming one of the Hundred Surnames? The name is so-so! What do you mean by roughly five hundred years old? Isn't that the same as not saying anything at all?

  He noticed my confusion, somewhat nervously clenched his fingers, and explained again: "I, my name was given after death, I don't remember any memories from when I was alive. Ming is from the underworld, Yan is my name, it's the only thing I remember. The time I spent in both the yin and yang realms is about 500 years, so that's all I can tell you."

  I bit the chopstick head, gazing at him in disbelief, a ghost who had been left in the world for five hundred years, unable to reincarnate due to memory loss, what kind of existence was he?