Married First and Then Fell in Love with the Ghost Sister

When Nie Luo was seven years old, he fell into a pond and lost his soul after being rescued. The village gentleman betrothed her to an unknown position and saved her life, but the condition was that she must marry an evil ghost, otherwise she would be in catastrophe. The little Nie Luo was unconscious, wearing a red wedding dress made overnight, and got engaged to an unknown solitary grave in the mountains. In the sedan chair, Nie Luo gradually woke up. She was lying in a soft embrace, with cold fingers on her face. She was put to sleep by a woman whose face she couldn't see clearly. The woman's voice was as soft and ambiguous as mist: "On your twentieth birthday, I will marry you." · Later, Nie Luo was admitted to the Capital University thousands of miles away and left Shanhai Town. Every night, she could hear someone moaning in her ears. Numerous times, Nie Luo opened his eyes and saw a woman with a blurry face. In the dream, she had skin-to-skin contact with the woman. The woman's voice was ambiguous and light, coaxing her: "Nie Luo, it's not enough, go deeper." · During the summer vacation, Nie Luo secretly returned to the village to attend his sister's wedding. The day before her sister's wedding happened to be Nie Luo's 20th birthday, but her parents locked her in her room with tears and invited a dozen relatives to guard the door. Nie Luo obeyed obediently and sat motionless on the bed. At midnight, a cold wind blew, and Nie Luo heard a woman calling her name outside the door. "Nie Luo." "I've been waiting for you." The door opened wide, and a group of paper figures dressed in red and green came in to dress Nie Luo, and regardless of her pleas, they stuffed her into the sedan chair for her sister's wedding. "Bride, enter the bridal chamber." "Combined with the wine, the alliance between heaven and earth." "We live in the same quilt and die in the same hole." The clear and loud Ming Yao was giggling, and the bright red hijab was floating in the air. Nie Luo was carried into the bridal chamber in a sedan chair. Just like in the university dormitory, he was pressed down on the bed by a ghost and could not move. The footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, and Nie Luo asked with a trembling voice: "Who are you?" A long, pale hand with distinct joints slowly lifted the hijab: "I am your wife." "Ah! There really is a ghost!" Nie Luo screamed and fainted, unconscious. · Nie Luo thought that after marrying a female ghost, his yang energy would be sucked dry and his death would be horrific. The tragic situation as imagined did not happen, and the female ghost sister was actually extremely gentle. Nie Luoxin said, he is a good ghost. Later, after being dragged into the curtain by the female ghost for the umpteenth time, Nie Luo collapsed and shouted. "Otherwise you'd better suck my Yang Qi dry!" The female ghost licked her bright red lips: "I'm... Sucking." PS: Warm and healing sweet article Purpose: to break feudal superstition and promote civilized education