I suspect that my husband has secretly kept an outside wife.
My husband is a monk who slays demons. Although he is not very talented in cultivation, he treats me very well. He makes money to support the family, cooks and does laundry, and never lets me get involved in housework. He is also gentle and gentle. Even my brothers and sisters tease me and say that I have found the best person in the world who loves me the most.
But what others don't know is that after one year of marriage, we have never had sex.
On the day of my husband's birthday, I leaned in his arms and plucked up the courage to unbutton my clothes, but I saw that he seemed startled and quickly stopped my hand.
The husband was silent for a moment and said sorry softly.
I became more and more suspicious, and the next day he made an excuse to go to Chen's house to get rid of the demon. I secretly followed him out of the house, gritting my teeth in my heart, and even thinking about how to write a letter to him.
Who would have thought that what was waiting for them was not some delicate and fragile outer chamber, but a group of righteous monks with an immortal spirit.
They raised their swords high and shouted angrily at some monster - "You must die a good death!" They all attacked my husband who was of low cultivation level.
Is my elegant husband a monster?
What a joke.
…
I panicked and was about to run in.
Then I saw my husband slashing everyone in half with his sword.
Broken bones and meat splashed onto the candy cake wrapped in oil paper in his arms. He took a look at it, and the corners of his usually smiling lips gradually flattened, and he snorted lightly.
The sticky blood flowed all over the floor and spread to my feet. I covered my mouth and ran home in panic.
Not long after, a slender figure appeared in front of the door.
The husband walked into the house carrying the newly bought candy cakes, dressed in snow-white and elegant clothes.
He stepped forward and obediently handed over all the spiritual stones he had earned today as always. He said warmly that he had brought me my favorite sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root powder sugar cake.
My husband hugged me and kissed my forehead gently. He lowered his eyebrows and asked me in a low voice why my body was so cold.
Why are you shaking?
I cringed and raised my head, looking into a dark ink that was so thick that I couldn't get rid of it.
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It wasn't until nightfall that I slowly calmed down and realized that I had to go on with my life.
My husband has a good character and doesn't like to argue with others. If he treats me so well, he can't be some world-destroying monster.
Fo Lotus x Evil Ghost
Later I found out that my husband had died long ago.
·The third person of the text
·1v1, double c
·Copywriting 2025.10.21
Honest and salty sweet girl x hypocrite real dank male ghost
Purpose: Love life
