My Wife Is a Ghost, but Cuddling Keeps Me Alive

Just after He You got through a miserable week of final exams, her grandmother sent her back to their hometown in the middle of the night.

The reason was ridiculous: she had to honor a marriage contract signed when she was one year old, and marry a so-called Ghost King who was beyond reincarnation and feared by all three realms.

They also claimed this was the only way to extend her life, which had just one day left.

He You didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She could run, jump, eat, and sleep just fine. She had even stayed up three nights in a row to study for finals and still managed to keep her eyes open through the exams. How could she be dying?

And what age was this? People still believed in this kind of feudal superstition?

After they solemnly sent her into the bridal chamber, He You tore off her wedding dress and mocked the spirit tablet on the bed.

“What kind of terrifying Ghost King are you? You're just a thousand-year-old ghost. If you're so impressive, come out and face me!”

She didn't believe in ghosts.

But as soon as the words left her mouth, the wind rose and the rain stirred. A towering pagoda tree, three zhang tall, appeared out of nowhere in the bridal chamber!

The wedding candles flickered. In their unsteady light, a woman suddenly appeared in the tree!

Red lips, cloudlike hair, jade-green robes, and silver rings.

Golden bells circled her bare feet. At the slightest movement, they rang out with the piercing cries of ten thousand ghosts!

He You nearly fell to her knees. Help, help, help, help! There really, really, really is a ghost!

As thin strands of blood wound around her trembling hands, He You turned to run, only to crash straight into the female ghost's arms!

Meeting those bloodthirsty red eyes, He You's stutter came back in full force.

“W-w-w-what are you g-g-g-g-going to d-d-d-do?!”

A teasing laugh sounded by her ear.

“It's our wedding night, newlyweds in the bridal chamber. What do you think?”

The woman's icy fingertips brushed He You's trembling cheek. Her voice was as hazy as mist and rain.

“Obviously, d-d-d-d-d-d-doing it.”

He You's vision went black. She was doomed. It was a perverted ghost!

Just as He You swore she would defend her virtue to the death, the female ghost wrapped around her pulled her into an embrace, then toppled backward with her onto a soft bed.

“If you want to live, take good care of me, my little wife. You only have an hour left.”

At first, He You didn't believe it. How could she possibly be dying?

But after she died once and was saved by her Ghost King wife, then gained the ability to see the remaining lifespans of the living, He You finally believed it.

Not wanting to die, He You had no choice but to obediently follow the Ghost King's instructions and extend her life.

After three months of hard work, she even developed tenosynovitis.

Looking at the ghost lying in bed with no desire to move, He You hauled her up and switched their positions.

“T-t-t-today, you get undressed and m-m-move on your own.”

Watching his wife stutter whenever she got nervous, Sheng Jingyu cheerfully agreed to half her request, graciously taking off her clothes himself.

Then she lay back down.

“Don't worry. Once your life has been extended enough, your injuries and illnesses will disappear on their own.”

A little tenosynovitis was nothing to worry about.

He You could only accept her fate and climb back into bed.

She finally understood: worse than marrying a perverted ghost was marrying a lazy ghost!

Oh well, she had just helped her change a failing grade, so He You could consider this repayment.

It was just that every time she repaid the favor, it took all night. She was exhausted.

Theme: Cherish life