By a twist of fate, Evan Carter ends up living together with her high school classmate Ryan Grant, whom she once rejected, as roommates.

The two keep to themselves, like strangers living under the same roof.

Their peaceful life comes to an end one morning.

The night before, Evan Carter had slept in her own room, but the next day she woke up in Ryan Grant's bed.

Knowing she has a habit of sleepwalking, Evan Carter could only apologize and explain. But as this kept happening, she tried to negotiate with him, suggesting he lock his door before bed—

Ryan Grant didn't care: "You'd pick the lock."

Evan Carter patiently said, "How could I possibly do that?"

"In order to share a bed with me," Ryan Grant slowly looked up, speaking lazily, "is there anything you wouldn't do?"

Evan Carter was silent for two seconds, then sincerely said, "If I really was like that, would you be willing to lock the door?"

"......"

Evan Carter: "Then go ahead."

Ryan Grant: "?"

*Flirtatious, sharp-tongued young master x Actually on the verge of collapse but can out-flirt him while pretending to be calm

Chapter 1

On a rare day off, Evan Carter stayed up late watching a horror movie.

The creepy feeling relied entirely on the background music and screams; there were no truly scary scenes at all, as bland as plain water. Because of her OCD, she forced herself to finish it, barely keeping her eyes open.

When the end credits rolled, Evan Carter actually felt a sense of relief. She closed her eyes, and sleepiness immediately wrapped around her thoughts. Just as she was about to drift off, suddenly, the door was pounded on heavily.

Bang—

Evan Carter immediately opened her eyes.

By the moonlight slipping through the gap in the curtains, she looked at the door. From outside, she could clearly hear a man's hoarse, drunken voice, and the sound of stumbling footsteps heading in another direction.

Then came the sound of a door opening and closing.

Most of the noise was cut off.

She stared at the door for several more seconds.

Only after everything was completely quiet did Evan Carter finally relax.

She pressed her lips together, and only then did she start to get annoyed.

How many times has this happened this week?

Once her sleep was interrupted, it was hard for Evan Carter to fall asleep again. She turned over, closed her eyes again, and, bored, let her mind wander back to the movie she just watched.

Hmm.

Was it a ghost movie?

Or just a low-budget, self-proclaimed scary flop.

……

Half-asleep, Evan Carter suddenly pictured the ghostly face from the movie.

Three seconds later.

She shot up and turned on the bedside lamp.

-

For the rest of the night, Evan Carter slept fitfully. Half-awake, she kept feeling like there was a bloody ghost face staring at her.

It wasn't until daylight that she finally managed to fall asleep.

The next day, Evan Carter was woken up by a phone call.

Because of staying up late and lack of sleep, her head felt like it was being pricked by needles, a fine, persistent pain. She was a bit irritable, sluggishly picked up her phone, and answered the call.

On the other end, her childhood friend Samuel Clark's low voice came through: "I'll call you back later."

"......"

Evan Carter's eyelids twitched, her brain froze for two seconds.

Calling just to wake her up.

Fine.

But it wasn't even the main event, just a trailer.

Her morning grumpiness exploded instantly, and she blurted out, "Are you trying to—"

Before she could finish, the call was hung up.

It was like punching cotton. Evan Carter opened her eyes, deflated. She lay in bed for a while longer, then picked up her phone to check the time.

It was almost 2 p.m.

Evan Carter didn't stay in bed any longer. She grabbed a jacket, pulled it on, and got out from under the covers.

She walked into the bathroom.

While brushing her teeth, Evan Carter's phone rang again. She freed a hand to swipe the screen and put it on speaker.

Samuel Clark spoke first: "Damn, I just ran into a high school classmate. My hair's all greasy and I haven't put on any makeup—so embarrassing!"

"It's not that easy to die," Evan Carter's mouth was full of foam, her words muffled, "Aren't you just looking for sympathy?"

"......" Samuel Clark was silent for three seconds, too lazy to argue, "Wanna go out tonight, Reporter Carter? You've been working overtime for a week straight. If you don't have some fun, I'm afraid you'll drop dead."

"Mm. Where to?"