Shhh, shhh, shhh-
Fine autumn rain pattered against the window, awakening a consciousness that had slumbered for who knew how long.
Xie Jinhuan leaned against his pillow, half asleep and half awake, feeling as though he lay submerged in a scorching hot spring. Its waters even held a slight suction, seemingly capable of sucking his three hun souls and seven po souls clean out of his body-
What was going on-
Had someone used me for a blood sacrifice-
As consciousness returned, Xie Jinhuan frowned faintly and opened his eyes in a daze, only to see a face directly above him.
The face had strikingly sculpted features and a natural air of domineering disdain for the mortal world. Yet those exquisite peach-blossom eyes brimmed with tenderness and indulgence, like a mother who reigned as empress of the immortal realm watching over her swaddled baby-
Xie Jinhuan's head cleared a little. He was about to give his Ghost Wife a habitual smooch when she raised a finger, directing his attention downward with her eyes.
Following her gaze, Xie Jinhuan saw that he was lying in the Bedroom of the Main House, still covered by the Autumn Quilt. But the quilt rose high over his chest, its soft, silky fabric outlining a great big peach-
?!
Xie Jinhuan's gaze sharpened, and he instantly perked up. Sneakily lifting a corner of the quilt, he wanted to see which little greedy cat was stealing a bite.
What appeared before him was naturally a full moon so white it shone, voluptuous, delicate, and richly fleshy. Never mind its shape or size: that impeccable posture, ingrained in the very bones, told him it belonged to the one who managed the household so well-
Well, well-
Xie Jinhuan paused in surprise. After all, this was Wanyi's first