Chapter 1 Sleep Paralysis? It Was on Our Wedding Night
Hmm—
So heavy!
Is it sleep paralysis?
No, she herself is a ghost; if anyone should be suppressing someone else, it's her suppressing them!
Sheng An angrily opened her eyes, and a stunningly handsome face that would never be forgotten entered her field of vision without warning.
As a seasoned connoisseur of good looks who has seen countless beauties, Sheng An can confidently say that all the handsome men she has seen before are like fireflies compared to the bright moon when compared to the male ghost in front of her.
The male ghost was very clean-looking, like a spring of water untouched by dust.
His brow bone was exquisitely sculpted, his eyes were like cold stars with their own light, his high nose bridge made him look even more handsome, and his lips, which were of moderate thickness and his smooth jaw, were flawless.
Isn't this deliberately inducing people to make mistakes?
Looking at his newlywed wife's enigmatic smile, Xu Jinnian's nervousness faltered, and his slender fingers gently touched her flushed cheeks:
"Wife, are you thirsty? I'll go get you some water."
My wife?
With such an archaic title, is the male ghost playing a prank on himself?
Sheng An looked at Xu Jinnian with a flushed face and a hint of alcohol in her breath, completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation.
She mentally scoffed at how corny it was, but her hand unceremoniously climbed onto the male ghost's lean waist, her sweet voice carrying a hint of drunkenness:
"I'm not thirsty, but I'm so hungry~"
The drawn-out ending note was like a small hook, easily catching the heartstrings of the "male ghost".
Xu Jinnian's ears felt inexplicably hot, his thick, long black eyelashes fluttered, and his throat tightened, causing his voice to tremble:
"There's food in the kitchen, I'll go get it for you."
Sheng An was clearly quite drunk. Thinking that the duck he was about to eat was about to fly away, he pulled the person into his arms with great force.
With a flip, their positions were reversed.
Sheng An's thieving hand roamed unruly up the male ghost's chest, watching his handsome face grow increasingly red, his sweet, soft voice carrying a hint of seduction:
"But I don't want to eat rice, I want to eat you~"
Xu Jinnian was stunned, his handsome face blank with confusion.
This boy, who was incredibly innocent both in body and mind, had no idea of the other meaning behind "I want to eat you".
He thought his young wife couldn't hold her liquor and was drunk from the previous cup of wine, so she was talking nonsense.
Looking at the drunkard pressing down on him, Xu Jinnian's eyes flashed with helplessness, and he gently pushed him away.
"My dear wife, I'm not feeling well. Why don't you rest in bed first? I'll come and keep you company later, okay?"
"not good!"
Sheng An was completely infatuated and wasn't about to let this male ghost, who pleased her in every way, leave easily. She clung to him like an octopus.
"Whether it's delicious or not, you'll only know after you've tried it."
When you encounter a treasure, you have to quickly scoop it into your own bowl.
Not wanting to hear anything discouraging, Sheng An let out a loud snort and pounced on Xu Jinnian's lips like a vicious dog.
Hmm, it's as soft as I imagined.
This feels great!
Meeting such a stunningly beautiful ghost, the twenty-five years of widowhood in the mortal world were not a loss.
Sheng An felt a surge of joy, increasingly convinced that the underworld possessed human-like qualities.
Xu Jinnian, who was pinned down by her, felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were about to explode.
He completely forgot to think, all his attention focused on the soft warmth on his lips, his body stiff and motionless, only his long black eyelashes trembling incessantly.
My little wife, how could she be so wild!
As if to confirm the boy's idea, Sheng An, whose mind was not clear, was not satisfied with a simple kiss.
The hand that was originally on Xu Jinnian's chest moved as nimbly as a cat's paw, easily untying the straps of her undergarment and pressing tightly against her well-defined chest.
It has a warm, smooth feel and clear lines.
Hey, he even has abs.
Not bad, not bad!
Driven by lust, Sheng An had no time to consider how ghosts could have warmth, and gave a serious and objective assessment:
"Feels good!"
The boy beneath her blushed crimson, his sensitive body stiffening into a straight line.
"My wife..."
Xu Jinnian's eyes were red at the corners, and his knuckles, gripping the mattress, were slightly white, making him look just like a little puppy who had been bullied and could only hide in the corner, trembling with fear.
An unspeakable desire was surging through his body, about to break through some kind of constraint.
"Hehe, the way you look makes me want to bully you even more..."
Sheng An, oblivious to the danger, continued to light the fire, completely unaware of the fierce glint in the puppy's eyes.
The next moment, the world spun around.
Sheng An's unfinished boast was instantly swallowed up by the man, leaving her only able to let out a short moan.
...
Sheng An had a bizarre dream in which she traveled through time and became a sixteen-year-old girl with the same name in ancient times.
In this life, Sheng An's background remains tragic.
His birth mother died of postpartum hemorrhage immediately after his birth.
In less than six months, her biological father, who had married into another family, moved in with another family and abandoned her completely.
Sheng An became an orphan and was raised by her elderly grandparents.
When Sheng An turned sixteen, her grandparents chose a good-looking and talented fiancé for her.
Her fiancé, Xu Jinnian, owns a house in the city and land in the countryside; he is a highly talented scholar.
Sheng An, a village girl, found such a high-quality fiancé, which aroused the jealousy of many people.
Her stepsister, who was nominally her sister, was the most vicious. Not only did she ruin her reputation behind her back and hire thugs to do indecent things to her, but she also tried to take her place on the wedding day.
Fortunately, Sheng An was wary of her vicious stepsister and prevented the woman from succeeding.
The bright red veil was gently lifted, and a tender murmur sounded in her ear, tinged with a touch of ethereal tenderness: "An'an, your husband has finally found you..."
Sheng An nervously and shyly raised her eyes, only to be met with a face bleeding from all seven orifices, a sinister and terrifying sight.
"ah--"
Sheng An screamed in her sleep, suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed, panting heavily, her heart almost jumping out of her throat.
The commotion woke the man beside her.
"My wife, did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, your husband is here."
Xu Jinnian immediately sat up, put his long arm around Sheng An who was clearly frightened, and patted him gently with his other hand as if to comfort him.
"Wow!"
For a woman who has been single for 25 years, the sudden appearance of a man in her bed is no different from seeing a ghost in broad daylight.
Startled, Sheng An jumped off the bed with lightning speed, as if her bottom had been burned, and stared warily at the man who was frozen in place.
Sheng An almost choked on his own saliva when he glared at him.
Wait, isn't this the male ghost she had a one-night stand with?
No, no, no, that's not all. This handsome face is exactly the same as the gloomy and terrifying face with blood flowing from all seven orifices in my dream!
Ahhh, not only did she transmigrate into another Sheng An, but she also slept with the newlywed husband she admired, treating him as a new ghost's perk!
Sheng An's temples throbbed, and he felt dizzy.
I only dared to secretly watch videos of handsome men on my own, but one day I actually slept with one of them.
Sheng An, you've really made something of yourself!
"My wife, what's wrong?"
Looking at his wife, who looked utterly hopeless, Xu Jinnian's eyes showed worry. He stepped forward and put his arm around the unsteady Sheng An, his warm palm touching her forehead.
He didn't have a fever, and his complexion was rosy; he didn't seem to be sick.
Why does his wife look at him like she's seen a ghost?
Mingming's wife responded to him very enthusiastically last night, kissing his neck and praising him for being so amazing.
Xu Jinnian lowered her eyes in reflection, various erotic images beginning to surface in her mind, her ears gradually turning red and burning...
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