Liang Tingjun has been a straight man since he was born, and he never thought that one day it would be his turn to marry a man as his wife.
The other party is still a short-lived ghost.
Half a month after the death of the short-lived ghost, Liang Tingjun remembered that in the eyes of outsiders, he was a married man, and he needed to pay homage to the love that had never existed before he died.
At the age of twenty-three, Liang Tingjun was forced into a marriage, and married young to her romantically gay ex-husband. The wedding was a grand affair, and the scenery was endless, and it became a joke among everyone in the upper class.
Why is it a joke? My ex-husband never showed up.
Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles. Everyone knows that Liang Tingjun's extremely temperamental husband hangs out in romantic places. He has taken a liking to an unattractive little duck. He even breaks up with the family because of him. He vows to die and will never touch him in the slightest.
It's a good thing. If it weren't for family reasons, it would be impossible for him as a straight man to marry a gay man. It just so happened that a little duck came along, and he had someone to help him, so he was happy and free.
The two have not yet divorced, and their superficial relationship can no longer be maintained.
The other party was even more arrogant. He took the duck home directly and performed a live sexual intercourse in front of others, which made him excited.
Half a month later, Liang Tingjun was forced to visit the grave of his ex-husband. He overacted and started crying when he entered the cemetery.
Hey, who is his ex-husband?
Just remembering that he was good-looking, he randomly looked at the photos and chose one. Liang Tingjun fell down and cried. Halfway through crying, he was woken up by someone saying: "Your husband is here."
That night, Liang Tingjun caught a cold and had a fever. He also had a dream, a terrible spring dream. In the photo, the handsome guy with a clean and beautiful smile, big eyes and a pure smile fell on him, took off his pants, and a gust of cool wind swayed crazily by his ears: "Wife, look at me."
Liang Tingjun panicked, secretly comforting himself that nothing had happened, it was just a dream, he would wake up and take a look at himself.
Damn, even without his pants, he could still feel the coolness on his back. When his forehead felt cold, he realized that there was something wrong with his eyes again. He seemed to be able to see ghosts again.
What the devil actually did to him, a widowed and vicious young widower! Losing all conscience.
The next day, the ghost came uninvited, aimed at him and pounced on him, crushing him.
Damn, it's endless.
Liang Tingjun, who seriously suspected that he would be sucked out of the Yang Qi and killed, found that everything about him had improved. His headache was gone, his stomach ailment was cured, and his skin had become much smoother.
The pervert who slept with him stood in front of him and waved to him: "Wife, say thank you."
Do you still need to say thank you when someone sleeps with you? ! Damn it!
Purpose: Cherish time
