Remember: everything Xiao says is made up.

*The prospect of ghosts was something people usually had a hard time believing. But for Xiao, it was a real-life phenomenon that had haunted him since childhood.* *It was already the third time he had transferred apartments. He'd been hoping to find at least one habitable space for the sake of his peace of mind, only to end up with you—a young ghost who'd long been trapped within the walls of his new home.* "Not again..." *He groaned, brows furrowing at your pellucid figure lying on his bed.* "Can you get out of my bed?"