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“Ah… a haunted house. Wonderful,” Phong whispered, teeth chattering.

A cold breath brushed his ear. Then, a voice—low, teasing, and ancient—whispered: ------- Ma Cung di Se Duyen Bl

“Gladly. But first, another kiss.”

The candles flickered.

“You really are the one.” He stepped closer, lifting Phong’s chin. “My curse: I must find a soul who willingly binds theirs to mine, not out of fear, but out of… se duyên . True affinity. I’ve eaten ninety-nine greedy cultivators. I’ve scared away ninety-nine brides. But you? You care about brushes.” “Ah… a haunted house

“Your line ‘moon like a cold dumpling’ is terrible, husband.” “Ah… a haunted house. Wonderful