Mmm—
So heavy!
Is this sleep paralysis?
Wait, she herself is a ghost—if anyone should be doing the pressing, it should be her!
Sheng An angrily opened her eyes, only to have an unforgettably handsome face abruptly fill her vision.
As a seasoned connoisseur of beauty who had appreciated countless good-looking men, Sheng An could confidently declare that all the handsome men she’d seen before were mere fireflies compared to this male ghost—the brilliant moon.
The male ghost possessed an ethereal cleanliness, like a spring untouched by dust.
His brow bones were exquisitely carved as if meticulously sculpted, his eyes cold stars with innate radiance, his nose bridge tall and straight enhancing his handsome features, while his perfectly proportioned lips and smooth jawline held not a single flaw.
Wasn’t this deliberately tempting people to make mistakes?
Seeing his bride smiling strangely at him, Xu Jinnian’s nervousness faltered. His slender fingers gently brushed her flushed cheek:
“Niangzi, are you thirsty? Let me get you some water.”
Niangzi?
Such an archaic form of address—was this male ghost playing games with her?
Sheng An gazed at Xu Jinnian with drunken flush, her breath carrying traces of alcohol, completely unaware of the severity of the situation.
While mentally mocking the corny dialogue, her hands boldly climbed up the male ghost’s lean waist, her sweet voice tinged with intoxicated haze:
“I’m not thirsty, but I’m so hungry~”
The drawn-out ending curled like a tiny hook, easily snagging the “male ghost’s” heartstrings.
Xu Jinnian’s ears grew inexplicably warm. His thick, dark lashes fluttered as his throat tightened, voice trembling:
“Th-there’s food in the kitchen. I’ll bring you some.”
Sheng An was clearly heavily drunk. Thinking the duck that had come to her mouth was about to fly away, she gave a strong tug and pulled him directly into her embrace.
With a flip, their positions reversed.
Sheng An’s mischievous hands wandered unrestrainedly over the male ghost’s chest. Watching his handsome face grow increasingly red like burning fire, her sweet voice leaked subtle temptation:
“But I don’t want to eat food—I want to eat you~”
Xu Jinnian froze, his jade-like handsome face blank with confusion.
This youth, pure in both body and heart, completely failed to grasp the alternative meaning of “want to eat you.”
He thought his little wife had poor alcohol tolerance, intoxicated by the Hejin Wine from earlier, and was now talking nonsense.
Looking at the little drunkard pressing down on him, a flicker of helplessness passed through Xu Jinnian’s eyes. He reached out to gently push her:
“Niangzi, I don’t taste good. Why don’t you rest on the bed first? I’ll come keep you company later, alright?”
“No!”
Sheng An was fully immersed in the moment—how could she easily let this male ghost who perfectly matched her preferences leave? She wrapped around him tightly like an octopus:
“Whether you taste good or not can only be known after trying.”
When encountering treasure, one must quickly scoop it into their own bowl.
Not wanting to hear disappointing words, Sheng An went “ao wu” and lunged at Xu Jinnian’s lips like a ravenous dog pouncing on food.
Mmm, just as soft as imagined.
Feels really good!
Having encountered such a top-tier handsome ghost, her twenty-five years of solitude in the mortal realm weren’t in vain.
Sheng An’s heart swelled with delight, increasingly convinced that the underworld understood human desires.
But Xu Jinnian, pinned beneath her, felt his scalp tingle, exploding as if struck by thunder.
He completely forgot how to think, all his attention focused on the warm softness on his lips. His body stiffened, not daring to move, only his dark long eyelashes trembling incessantly.
How… how could his little wife be so wild!
As if confirming the youth’s thoughts, the unclear-minded Sheng An grew dissatisfied with simple kisses.
The hand that had been resting on Xu Jinnian’s chest now moved with the nimbleness of a cat’s paw, deftly untying the strings of his undershirt until her palm lay flush against his well-defined chest.
The skin felt warm and smooth, the contours distinct.
Oh? He even had abdominal muscles.
Not bad, not bad!
Too consumed by lust to question how a ghost could possess such warmth, Sheng An delivered her earnest appraisal with solemnity:
“Pleasant texture!”
Beneath her, the young man flushed crimson, his sensitive body tensing into a rigid line.
“Niangzi…”
The corners of Xu Jinnian’s eyes reddened, his knuckles whitening as they clutched the bedsheet. He resembled a helpless puppy, trembling in a corner after being thoroughly bullied.
An unspeakable craving rampaged through his veins, teetering on the verge of shattering some invisible restraint.
“Hehe, seeing you like this makes me want to bully you even more—”
Sheng An, blissfully unaware of her peril, continued to fan the flames, completely missing the dangerous glint brewing in the puppy-dog eyes.
The next moment, the world spun.
Sheng An’s unfinished boast was swallowed whole by the man, leaving only a brief, stifled whimper.
……
Sheng An had a bizarre dream. She dreamed she had traveled through time, becoming a sixteen-year-old girl from ancient times who shared her name.
In this life, Sheng An’s circumstances remained tragic.
Her biological mother died from postpartum hemorrhage right after her birth.
Within half a year, her father—who had married into her mother’s family—remarried into another household, abandoning her without a second thought.
Effectively orphaned, Sheng An was raised by her elderly grandparents.
When she turned sixteen, her grandparents selected a fiancé for her—a young man of exceptional talent, appearance, and character.
His name was Xu Jinnian. He owned property in the city and land in the countryside, and was a gifted scholar.
For a village girl like Sheng An to secure such a high-quality fiancé stirred envy in many.
The most malicious among them was her nominal stepsister, who not only tarnished Sheng An’s reputation behind her back and hired thugs to assault her, but also attempted to take her place in the wedding sedan on the day of the ceremony.
Fortunately, Sheng An had been wary of her vicious stepsister and thwarted the woman’s schemes.
As the bright red bridal veil was gently lifted, a tender murmur drifted into her ear, carrying a hint of ethereal affection: “An’an, your husband has finally found you…”
Sheng An lifted her eyes, nervous and shy, only to be met with a ghastly, sinister face—a visage with seven orifices bleeding.
“Ah—”
Screaming, Sheng An jolted awake from her nightmare, sitting bolt upright in bed. She gasped for air, her heart pounding as if trying to leap out of her throat.
The commotion stirred the man lying beside her.
“Niangzi, did you have a nightmare? Don’t be afraid, your husband is here.”
Xu Jinnian immediately sat up, wrapping a long arm around the visibly shaken Sheng An while gently patting her back in reassurance.
“Holy crap!”
For someone who had been single for twenty-five years, suddenly finding a man in her bed was no different from seeing a ghost in broad daylight.
Thoroughly startled, Sheng An leaped off the bed as if her backside had been scorched, glaring warily at the man who had frozen mid-movement.
But as she stared, she nearly choked on her own saliva.
This… this guy was the male ghost she’d had a one-night stand with!
No, no—more than that. His handsome features were identical to the bloody, horrifying face from her dream!
Ahhh! Not only had she transmigrated into another Sheng An, but she’d also mistaken the original’s beloved new husband for some kind of “new ghost benefit” and slept with him!
Sheng An’s temples throbbed, her head spinning with dizziness.
When I came across videos of handsome men, I only dared to watch them a few more times in secret. Yet one day, I actually ended up sleeping with a man.
Sheng An, you’ve really outdone yourself!
“Niangzi, what’s wrong with you?”
Seeing his wife’s utterly despondent expression, Xu Jinnian looked worried. He stepped forward to support the unsteady Sheng An, his warm palm reaching for her forehead.
No fever, her complexion was rosy—she didn’t seem ill.
So why was Niangzi looking at him as if she’d seen a ghost?
Just last night, Niangzi had responded to him with such passion, kissing his neck and praising him for being so impressive.
Xu Jinnian lowered his gaze in reflection, his mind beginning to fill with all sorts of intimate scenes, his ears gradually turning red and hot…