My Lovesick Ghost Husband, Stop Flirting

“You're already this forward before we're even married?”

“Uh...”

“My precious Dou'er, have you forgotten me after just a few days?” he said, gently laying me on the bed. “You're the first person to find my urn, so fate has destined you to be bound to me in a ghostly marriage...”

My name is Dou Kou'er, and I'm eighteen years old.

It was all because of a disastrous mushroom-picking trip that I dug up someone else's urn.

After that, an impermanence spirit in a black robe and pointed hat came to pester me every night.