Han Zhao, who worked hard, finally passed out on the scene when he received the Best Actor Award.
When he woke up again, he had been tied up and thrown into the coffin. No matter how much he shouted, there was no response. Thumbtacks were stapled around the coffin and he could not push it away.
A pleasant voice shouted in his ear: Are you the woman who will marry me? Why is it a man?
Han Zhao, who heard something in the words, cursed: "If you want to take care of it, how do I know?"
Before he finished speaking, a scent of flowers invaded his brain and he fell asleep.
When he opened his eyes, there was a red curtain all around him, and a man stood in front of him as if to warn: I am your husband.
The medicine had not yet worn off, so Han Zhao could not open his mouth and allowed the man's hands to roam around his body.
At dawn, he felt uncomfortable. Thinking of everything last night, he stood up immediately and fell to the ground before he could stand up. The man on the couch looked at the person in front of him with a wicked smile.
"Don't try to escape, you belong to me."
Reading Tips——
The background of ghost marriage has the meaning of Chinese horror, and both parties are clean.
Ps: When I first started to have no inspiration for writing characters, I happened to have this kind of friend around me who was very friendly. I thought it should be a two-way street, so I quietly used it as a reference to write. The next book should be about their story.
