Underneath the nanmu tree

Ex-boyfriends are creatures that should be as good as dead. 

You give him a decent burial, and he elegantly buries you, neither of us interfering with each other, allowing weeds to grow eight meters tall on each other’s graves. 

But one night he drank too much, and I decided to take him home. 

I was unexpectedly counterattacked! 

In the dark room, only the sound of the bed creaking could be heard.

Before long, the sound stopped abruptly. 

Mason Grant buried his head in my neck, his tone hopeless: "Sister, I think I really can’t do this..."

The Sudden Attack of My Deceased Ex-Boyfriend

Even though I didn't know why he suddenly became kind-hearted, I still agreed.


Who can refuse an opportunity to slack off?


I just didn't expect that Mason Grant was referring to watching TV with him, and it was Ultraman.


Hearing that familiar lyric coming from the TV: "A new storm has emerged, how can you not move forward..."


The twitching corner of my mouth also came to a halt.


But Mason, sitting beside me, with his legs crossed and holding a bag of chips, was staring at the TV intently, showing a silly smile as if he was watching for the first time.


I casually asked, "Haven't you seen it before?"


He didn't turn his head, and his voice was very soft, "When I was young, my family didn't let me watch it, and when I grew up, I was afraid people would think I was childish, so I didn't dare to watch."


This time it was my turn to let out a surprised "ah."


Chapter 2