In a daze, she couldn’t help but murmur softly.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and gently kissed the protruding Adam’s apple.
He groaned softly, responding to her kiss with a ferocity like a storm.
Smooth skin mixed with sweat, cold and heat intermingling.
Necks entwined, temples brushing.
It made one repeatedly lose control, quickly reaching a peak…
Her long lashes trembled, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Who are you?”
But the man, lost in passion, suddenly opened his eyes, staring at her in shock…
“Ah!…”
Miao Miaomiao screamed and woke up, leaping out of bed.
Her head was covered in sweat, and her eyes, still startled, looked around, only to see the room dark and everything in its place.
She was safe inside—just a nightmare.
Miao Miaomiao wiped the sweat from her face and relaxed her body.
Strangely, she had been transmigrated for seven days, and for seven consecutive nights, she had been having dreams—each time with the same man.
Although his face was blurred and indistinct, she felt deep down that it was the same person.
What was happening?
Could it be a nightmare curse?
Miao Miaomiao exhaled loudly, patting her chest to reassure herself: it’s fine, it’s fine, it must just be the trauma from the shocking scenes when she first transmigrated, leaving a psychological shadow.
She had just transmigrated and had become a widow.
Upon opening her eyes, she even found herself kneeling at her deceased husband’s memorial.
Wasn’t that terrifying!
Her so-called late husband was Shen Jianhui, who reportedly died in a massive explosion during a mission, his body completely incinerated within a hundred meters, leaving no trace.
The organization had sent people repeatedly to search, but they found nothing, so his death was officially announced.
The unluckiest was the original host herself—she had just married, never even seeing her husband’s face.
She had been excited to pack up and follow the army, but instead, she inexplicably became a widow.
The grieving original host died from excessive sorrow.
When she woke again, she became her—same name, same memories inherited.
But her situation was even worse: she had been helping an elderly lady cross the street when a runaway truck hit her, leaving her brain completely blank.
Upon waking again, she discovered she had just transmigrated and her husband was already dead.
Alas, it was a misery contest—each round worse than the last.
Miao Miaomiao pulled herself together, got dressed, and put on shoes. Tonight was the seventh night, and according to local custom, she had to keep vigil.
Her mother-in-law had already brought her food in the evening, reminding her to properly stay up all night, not to slack off.
Miao Miaomiao agreed outwardly but ignored her, finding a cool spot to nap, occasionally patrolling to avoid being caught.
Having just been startled awake by the nightmare, she had no intention of sleeping and decided to take a stroll.
As she stepped out of the main hall, about to open the door, she suddenly heard rustling outside.
“Mom, aren’t we going too far with this?”
Her younger sister-in-law, Shen Cuiping, was supporting her mother-in-law Qin Dafen’s arm, asking nervously.
“What’s there to fear? Once she faints, we’ll let the bachelor Lu the Third in… Heh heh, after a bit of roughing up, whether she wants to or not, she’ll have to marry. Then the 100 yuan bride price he gave will all be ours. If she weren’t fertile, we couldn’t sell her for such a high price.”
Qin Dafen’s eyes gleamed with greed, a thin bamboo tube in her hand.
Shen Jianhui had just died, and they were already plotting to remarry Miao Miaomiao for the bride price.
“But… she’s Second Brother’s wife,” Shen Cuiping hesitated. “You just took Second Brother’s death benefits and allowance, and now you want to sell his wife? Aren’t you afraid… what if Second Brother comes back to find us?”
“Bah! Foolish girl, superstitions are nonsense, understand?!”
Qin Dafen raised her hand and struck her head.
“Second Brother grew up with us, ate our food, lived in our house, we raised him all these years. Isn’t taking his benefits justified? Why give it to a newlywed woman?
“Besides, after Big Girl returns to her family, she’ll be married off anyway. Better we collect the bride price than her family getting two sums.”
Qin Dafen smacked Shen Cuiping’s head again and rolled her eyes.
This young girl was kind-hearted like her dead father, unlike her or her brother, utterly hopeless.
Miao Miaomiao, hiding in the room, overheard their plot and frowned.
The ‘Big Girl’ they referred to was her childhood nickname, because she had a large bottom…
So the person they intended to harm was her.
This old woman was truly vicious!
Even with the person in the memorial barely cold, she was already plotting against her.
No, she had to come up with a plan to deal with them.
While Miao Miaomiao was thinking, the bamboo tube slipped through the window crack.
Startled, she recoiled, looked around, tore a strip from her clothing lining, and soaked it with tea from the altar.
She couldn’t confront them head-on.
If a fight broke out, they could tie her up and assault her, and no one would know even if she screamed.
She tied the cloth over her nose and opened all the windows, hiding behind the door.
Soon, “creak”—the door opened.
A man with a buzz cut, hunched and lecherous, tiptoed in.
After closing the door, he rubbed his hands excitedly: “Heh heh, little baby… uncomfortable, huh? Brother’s here.”
Miao Miaomiao panicked.
She had thought, from their conversation, that the smoke was just a hallucinogen—but it was actually an aphrodisiac!
Suddenly, she felt unbearably itchy and her whole body burning hot.
But prepared in advance, she stayed clear-headed, gripping her club.
“Little baby… where are you… heh heh, come out…”
Lu the Third was a notorious village thug, having married three wives, all of whom died tragically. He had a habit of beating wives, and no one in the village wanted their daughters married to him.
Yet Qin Dafen, for money, was willing to sell her to him, cruel as a wolf.
They plotted that if Miao Miaomiao lost her virginity to him, she would be forced to marry.
“Little baby, I’m almost there… heh heh…”
Lu the Third had inhaled enough of the drug smoke to become somewhat dazed, thinking she was hiding under the altar table. He lifted the tablecloth, half his body under it, leaving his butt exposed.
Miao Miaomiao gritted her teeth and gripped the club.
As his head emerged, she struck hard.
“Argh!…”
Lu the Third howled and fell.
Terrified, she struck three more times until he was completely unconscious.
Finally, she exhaled in relief.
However, she had inhaled enough of the drug smoke to become dizzy and disoriented, the room spinning around her.
No, she couldn’t collapse inside!
If found in the morning, regardless of what happened, her reputation would be ruined.
What should she do?