I was locked up in a mahogany coffin and had been thrown into the back mountains by the villagers for three days. I didn't believe that anyone in this world would sacrifice a living person to a ghost or god until today, when I learned that the village I was born in, which I thought was amiable, would do such a thing.
I don't know where they got my grandmother, but no one will come to my rescue.
I don't have the strength to knock on the coffin anymore, but I don't want to die like this. I'm only 21 years old, so my grandma needs my care.
As he thought about it, he started to cry.
At this moment, the sound of the lid being opened could be heard.
Has anyone come to let me out? Why didn't he hear footsteps?
Before I could figure out who had come to save me, a devilishly charming face appeared before me.
His deep eyes, ink—like black hair and blade—like face carried a slight coldness.
The man in front of him was dressed in ancient clothes. The man in front of him was dressed in golden clothes embroidered with an eagle design.
He looked at me without expression, neither pleased nor angry, his body pressing down on me, his hands on my shoulders.
"You, are you here to let me out?" I asked in a trembling voice.
"Hmm?" The man frowned slightly and looked at me with some displeasure, as if he hadn't heard the question clearly.
"I'm locked in a coffin. Are you letting …"
I stared through him at the seamless coffin, the lid unopened. He.
"You, you, you are …" I was trembling with fear. The ghost, a living ghost, was right on top of me. Can I call for help?
The male ghost ignored me, lowered its head, and buried itself in my neck, sucking on something. It then stuck out its tongue, licking my earlobes.
It's over, I'm finished, not only did I meet a ghost, I'm also a pervert, I can't protect my holiday season anymore, my life's wish is to marry rich and handsome or become a little rich woman to protect Xiao Bai's face, if I were to be a ghost, how will I meet anyone in the future?
While I was lost in my thoughts, the male ghost began to pull at my clothes. Its ice—cold fingers probed into my clothes, and the touch of my skin instantly pulled my thoughts back.
I pressed down my free hand and asked the male ghost with a pleading tone and sincere gaze.
"Uncle, please let me go, we are different people, moreover, we haven't even gotten married yet and we're already doing this kind of thing. You're from the ancient times right? At that time, you were very chaste, no? No matter what, I was Huang Hua's daughter, you can't treat me like this!"
Perhaps it's because my words are too touching, Big Brother Ghost actually retracted his ice—cold face that could freeze someone to death, revealing a charming smile.
"You care about that." The male ghost smirked and rubbed my neck with its hand. "After you become a ghost, you don't have to worry about that."
Oh my god, this is the tempo to kill me.
"There's still a difference between a dead person and a living person, right? Look at me, I'm soft and hot, and my touch is soft. I'm not on the same level as those hard ice popsicles."
The male ghost raised its eyebrows and pinched my cheek with its hard ice stick. It seemed to be amused and rubbed its fingers against my lips.
It wasn't until I sneezed inappropriately that he pulled his hand away, picked me up by the waist, flipped over and switched positions until I was lying on top of him. He wrapped me in his big clothes, and I was caught between the clothes of a male ghost and a male ghost, and even though he looked like he wanted to warm me, I always felt like his real, deep down thought was to freeze me to death.
Brother, if you don't create it, are you the legendary Ice Muscle Jade Bone?
He tried his best to prop himself up, his hands resting on his broad chest. His gaze unconsciously rested on his slender body. Just by looking at the muscles at the neck area, one could imagine the tenacious eight abdominal muscles and the tempting Merman Fish wire under the luxurious clothing.
"Does it look good?"
I swallowed, forcing myself to look away from the hunger in my eyes and put on a serious, innocent face.
"I'm just worried if your body can support my weight. After all, I'm already over 90 pounds."
"Are you sure it's not a hundred?"
"A good woman can't be more than a hundred, she's either flat or short. I'm a 165 with a B—cup. 100 is very normal." I shouted.
As a slightly plump goddess, I would not allow anyone to question my weight.
The male ghost slightly narrowed her eyes as her gaze swept up and down, as if verifying that what I said was true.
After a while, he said, "Not bad."
Staring at him with his mouth agape, such a rogue behavior made him do it so naturally, as if he was a great gift to me for doing such a dishonest thing to me.
F * ck you, I clenched my teeth, not allowing myself to curse out loud. I closed my eyes and calmed my emotions, and during the process of adjustment, I greeted his grandfather, the Grandmother, and his grandparents. If it had been a man who had assaulted me, I would have resisted, but he was a ghost, and I was afraid.
"Open your eyes and look at me." The male ghost said unhappily.