Wen Ruan checked in, and there was a deposit of 44444444 on the card. She thought she was wearing a Mary Sue Counterattack, the kind of domineering story about men falling in love with me in the book.
It wasn't until the man with a jade crown tied up his hair and a wedding robe clasped her waist and pressed her on the carved pear wood bed, and kissed the shell of her ears, and the coldness in his palms made her tremble all over, that she realized that she seemed to be wearing the ancient sayings about forbidden pampering.
But when he saw a wisp of black smoke dissipating from the man and hundreds of ghosts worshiping at Wen Ruan's feet, Wen Ruan was stunned. It turns out she was wearing something from the occult and supernatural!
Why is she, a weak woman with only socialist values in her heart, entangled by the Lord of Hades? !
Wen Ruan was so upset that he felt dizzy and had a stomachache.
The ghost chariot was frightened: "Miss Wen, the Underworld Lord has arranged for a delivery hospital and a confinement center."
Wen Ruan's face turned pale: "Am I pregnant with a ghost?!"