Lan Ting, a Daoist, unexpectedly encounters a thousand-year-old ghost and somehow ends up tangled in a fated love ordeal?! Now this lil' ghost clings to her all day, constantly asking for hugs and kisses, even saying she smells good?! A Daoist being shamelessly flirted with by a ghost—what kind of situation is this?! Aren’t Daoists supposed to be detached from emotions? Is it really okay to be this lovey-dovey with a ghost? Lan Ting: "Why are you running? Weren’t you the one who wanted to sleep with me?" Jiang Si: "Weren’t you the one who said humans and ghosts can never be together? No snuggling, remember?"