------- Ma Cung Di Se Duyen Bl ★ 〈EXTENDED〉

Linh appeared in a wedding robe, no longer joking. “Last trial. Kiss me willingly, or the door opens. One is freedom. The other is me.”

Phong, exhausted, tear-streaked, grabbed Linh’s collar. “You idiot ghost. You planned this from the start, didn’t you? The ‘trials’ were just to make me fall for you.”

Phong’s face reddened. “That’s the weirdest compliment I’ve ever received.” Linh offered a deal: survive three nights inside Ma Cung , each night a trial of heart, desire, and memory. If Phong succeeded, Linh would let him go. If Phong failed… he would stay forever as the Ghost King’s consort. ------- Ma Cung di Se Duyen Bl

Linh stared. Then, for the first time in a thousand years, he laughed.

Phong kissed him. Deep. Desperate. Willing. The curse broke. The labyrinth did not vanish—it became a home. Villagers later whispered that Ma Cung now glowed with warm lanterns, and from within came two voices arguing over poetry: Linh appeared in a wedding robe, no longer joking

Linh’s lips quirked. “Is it working?”

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

“Then you write a better one, ghost king.”