After marrying Pluto, she was pampered every day

I nudged him deliberately as a prank.

His body tensed uncontrollably, and his big hands grabbed my lower back.

He disappeared in the corridor of the dormitory.

Paper shop.

I looked at the closed door and the crooked sign on the door.

It seems to have been closed for a long time.

As for this place, the old ghost took me here once before.

"Live here?" I asked.

The old ghost nodded, "This is my foothold in the Yang Realm. This street belongs to the intersection of Yin and Yang."

It is also the only way for ghosts to go to the underworld.

He stepped forward and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

Squeak!

As the door opened, dust fell.

I quickly took two steps back and fanned myself with my hands.

"How long has it been since anyone lived here?"

Can you live there?

"I haven't opened the door since I brought you here last time."

He didn’t tell me that after I was provoked by his assistant that day, he removed his assistant.

This place has been empty ever since.

"Really? I remember you also have a beautiful assistant! Her figure is really fascinating."

Pooh!

Just thinking about it makes my heart sour.

How could this damn old ghost have such a beautiful assistant?

Ah! The old ghost chuckled softly, "Is the lady jealous?"

snort!

I turned around and stepped into the paper shop.

I don't want to admit that I'm jealous.

"My wife didn't like her, so my husband made her disappear."

No one can make his wife uncomfortable.

Unless it's someone she cares about.

I looked back in shock, "Disappeared?"

What do you mean?

Is that what I mean?

The old ghost closed the door of the paper-making shop and waved his hand. The lights inside the paper-making shop were brightly lit.

He smiled without saying a word and pulled me towards the second floor.

This street is very old. It can be said that the facades and houses along the street are all ancient buildings.

The second floor of the paper-making shop is even more antique.

It's just too dusty.

A large bed with hollow carvings looks like it has a history of hundreds of years.

I leaned over and took a closer look.

I go!

It's also made of golden nanmu, which is so extravagant.

If you sell it, it will be worth a lot of money!

I'm so greedy.

The old ghost came over and said, "Do you like it, Madam? From now on, everything here belongs to Madam."

So is he.

"Mine." I beamed.

Why did this wealth hit me all at once?

whee!

"Of course, madam, sit down for a while while your husband cleans this place up."

"Wait!" I suddenly remembered something, grabbed the old ghost's clothes, turned around and said, "Tell me, has she slept in this bed?"

If so, I won’t sleep on this bed!

I sold it immediately.

"Why did the lady say such a thing?"

"Stop pretending to be stupid for me."

"Alas! Madam, you are worrying too much. This second floor is my husband's residence. No one is allowed to come up there without my permission."

"is it?"

My mood turned from gloomy to bright in an instant, "It's okay then. Please clean up quickly. I'm sleepy."

As I spoke, I began to yawn profusely.

The old ghost threw out a small spell.

The room on the second floor instantly took on a new look.

The yawn that made me get stuck in mid-sentence.

"So fast? You couldn't have transformed it, right?"

Everything that is transformed into reality is imaginary.

In fact nothing has changed at all.

If so, how could he fool me like this?

The old ghost was busy making the bed, tucking in the sheets and laying down a soft duvet. He looked back and smiled, "My wife is overthinking, it's just a cleaning technique."

Cleansing?

This is good, I want to learn it.

Looking at the old ghost who was still making the bed, he looked serious and had a perfect profile.

I licked my lips and swooped over to push him down on the bed.

The old ghost smiled from the corners of his eyes and pinched my waist to prevent me from squatting where I shouldn't.

He said hoarsely: "Madam, don't be anxious."

Pooh!

What is he thinking about?

I held up his smooth and handsome face and said, "Teach me the art of cleaning."

Once you learn how to do it, you don’t have to do laundry anymore.

How convenient.

The old ghost's smile did not change, he just sat up and lifted me off him, straightened his clothes, and looked at me sideways, his eyebrows as gentle as water.

It's burning hot in my heart.

The heat makes my heart tremble, and I always want to do something to relieve it.

"Ma'am, you just want to learn the art of cleaning?"

"What else can I learn?"

I curled my lips in a smile, and my eyes scanned the old ghost's waist like X-rays.

Aiming back and forth.

The old ghost changed his past habit of liking red-tipped ears.

Generously stared at him by me.

But I looked away, took off my coat and sweater, and rolled into the soft bed like a donkey.

What a comfortable bed.

In the middle of winter, you should stay in bed and enjoy life.

He turned his head and looked at the old ghost who was slowly taking off his clothes. As his clothes came off one by one, his body that I coveted was revealed.

"Old Ghost"

"Um"

He looked back and smiled.

It really makes everything in the world lose its color.

Only his celestial appearance remains.

"Why do you look so good-looking!"

I crawled over, wrapped in the duvet, and looked up at him.

The old ghost's Adam's apple rolled, he approached the big bed wearing only silk clothes, knelt down on one knee, lowered his head and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"Because my wife likes it!"

If he is ugly, how can he seduce his wife to become crazy about him?

"Hey!" I shrank my shoulders and smiled obscenely.

He reached into his clothes.

Gently caress his jade-like chest muscles.

The old ghost began to breathe heavily, and beautiful Danfeng's eyes slowly became colored.

Damn good looking.

I grabbed a button of the duvet and wrapped him in it.

Turning over and riding on him, she skillfully took off his obscene clothes with her little hands and started to light the fire up and down.

"Madam," he breathed, his eyes as charming as silk.

There is nothing that is not perfect and attracts my attention.

"Old ghost, what if I want to eat you?"

I licked and bit his chin, Adam's apple, and collarbone.

All the way down, he gently rubbed his teeth against the red beans fluttering in the wind.

"Lady, what do you want, eat me as your husband."

A surge of tingling pleasure swept through his body.

He couldn't even finish a sentence.

His big hands pinched my thin waist tightly and pressed hard against his brother.

It's obvious what he wants.

I just wouldn't give it to him.

She rolled over and got off him, lifting up the duvet.

So hot.

I breathed in the fresh air.

Before the heat on my body dissipated.

The old ghost chased me, lowered his head and kissed my lips.

There is urgency in the tenderness.

Lifting my thin legs suddenly.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, but was quickly blocked by the old ghost.

rise!

It was as if he wanted to expose me.

"Damn it, you want, want, want to kill me!"

The old ghost gave me another strong blow and whispered in my ear, "My wife's screams are nice, and my husband likes her very much."

"Ah! Okay, that sounds like shit."

I felt like I was going to be hit by him.

He seemed to have endless energy and could hit hard.

At first I still had the energy to scold him.

Gradually, I lost the strength to raise my hands.

I don't know how I survived this night.

When I woke up, I felt sore and tired.

I was in a daze when he woke me up to eat.

I just glanced at him.

Wearing obscene clothes, my uncontrollable abdominal muscles dangled in front of my eyes.