Ghost Husband: The Beloved of the Underworld
Feed Me with Your Mouth

Soon, Jaemin pulled her in.

It was just dawn outside, and when they entered the mausoleum, it was midnight, and they didn't want to stay underground all night, and now they're crawling out of the graveyard, it was morning light, early morning sun.

They stood at the foot of the mountain and heard a loud roar not far from there, in the area where the construction team was located.

Exactly right!

The underground mausoleum had collapsed, so the ground buildings would also be affected!

Sure enough, Yeji saw from a distance that the residential building, which had begun to take shape and was about to be completed, was now like a Leaning Tower, trembling and leaning in midair, looking like it was going to collapse at any moment.

It's dangerous! If it was destroyed, he did not know how many lives it would take.

The workers were clearly aware of the danger and began an emergency evacuation, and soon police and ambulance personnel arrived at the scene, closed the danger zone and began emergency treatment.

When the sky was clear, a group of residents living nearby appeared around, probably hearing a strange roar from the mountains in the early hours of the morning, and got up early to see the liveliness.

Jaemin and Yeji hid among the crowd and walked silently.

Fortunately, the affected dangerous buildings were quickly blown up by the incoming demolition soldiers, without causing any casualties, otherwise, they were absolutely to blame.

Yeji did not expect that the trip to this mausoleum would be such a result, initially he just thought that he would hang the owner of the tomb and let him stop making trouble.

As a result, they were not only beaten, but they also destroyed people's tombs completely.

In the end, this accident ended with the reason of the natural disaster of underground collapse, of course, this so-called feng shui treasure land, no one could continue construction.

It is said that later people found many famous antiques in the collapsed area.

Of course, this is a closing word.

When Yeji got home that morning, he was exhausted.

This night was thrilling in the ancient tomb, and at this moment he finally returned to a safe place, and Yeji suddenly fell into a sleepy eyelid and started fighting.

Taking a quick shower, Yeji changed her pajamas and went under the covers. Jaemin saw that he was sleepy, and rarely did he get entangled, but only touched his face.

Under the touch of her cold big hand, Yeji immediately fell asleep.

This sleep is dark and sour.

When she woke up, the bed was just her, and Yeji stretched her body, only to feel full of strength again, completely full of blood.

Yeji jumped up and found that it was almost dusk outside the window, and she had been sleeping all day. Walking out of the bedroom, she thought Jaemin would not be home, but she did not expect to see him in the kitchen.

He's cooking!

The back of his long jaw was tall and straight, and just looking from behind, he knew that it was a handsome man.

It is said that the man who cooks is the most handsome and sexy, and what he says is true.

With a flower-patterned apron, Yeji leaned over while grinning, hugging her from behind and flirtatious: "My husband, what do you do smells good?"

Jaemin turned around, and his eagle eyes looked at Yeji with a handsome smile: "Wake up?"

Yeji nodded, slipped into her arms, and found her making cookies, with various measuring instruments, flour ingredients, and recipes with osmanthus cakes written on her face.

It turns out he's making osmanthus cakes!

"How do you know my favorite osmanthus cake?" Yeji was surprised.

He never mentioned his favorite candy to her, how did he know?

Jaemin smiled and said nothing, took a piece of freshly made osmanthus cake with chopsticks, and placed it in front of his mouth.

"Here, open your mouth."

Yeji was so excited that she was about to cry, and the way this man smiled and looked at her with an affectionate gaze would really make her sink willingly, especially when she was wearing a family apron at the moment, carefully feed him.

Suddenly Yeji had a slightly mischievous heart, shook his head and said, "I don't eat."

Jaemin was stunned, "How? Don't believe in my skills?"

Yeji gently wrapped her arms around her waist and whispered into her ear: "I want you to feed me with your mouth."

After which, he actually bit off a piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

Lips are cold, touching warmth.

So sweet!

Her chest suddenly surged in happiness, ate the cookies made by her beloved man for her, and suddenly Yeji felt very satisfied and happy.

Jaemin approached, and a large hand floated on his waist, slowly moving.

A low-magnetic voice slowly sounded in the ears: "Honey is full? Her husband hasn't eaten."

A cold kiss fell on his lips, and his clothes slowly peeled off, leaving behind a cold warmth ...

By the time Jaemin finally ate it dry and laid it on the carpet with a satisfying face, Yeji was a little tired. He hugged her and counted the stars at night outside the window from floor to ceiling.

"Jae, I hear every man wants to mess with the woman he loves in the kitchen, is that right?"

"Of course it's fake." His deep voice showed a hint of lethargic sexiness.

Immediately, she pressed down, rubbed her fine hair, and smiled wickedly: "It's not just the kitchen, I want to do it with you in every corner of this house."

This was clearly a love word that made people's faces flushed, but for some reason, Yeji vaguely looked at his eyebrows, and he could see a hint of unexplainable sadness.

"Jae, what's wrong with you?" He asked softly, stroking his face.

Jaemin was a little surprised, as if he did not expect Yeji to detect his secret emotions.

He looked deeply into his eyes, and slowly spoke word by word: "Soulgi, I suddenly don't want to recover my memories."

Yeji was surprised: "Why?"

Jaemin wrapped his arms around him and tightened his arms, and said slowly, "I have enough of you now, why hold fast to the past."

For some reason, Yeji always felt that she had something to say.

"Do you remember anything?"

He chuckled and stroked his head, "No, I just don't want to think about the lost memories anymore, grasping now is the most important thing, right?"

"However, if your memory does not recover, every time the moon is full, your old sickness will strike."

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Jaemin kissed her lips, lifted her off the carpet, walked straight up the spiral staircase, and lowered her up the stairs.

"What are you doing?" Ask Yeji.

Jaemin leaned over his lips and whispered, "Forgot? We're gonna do it in every corner of this house."

As a result, before he could move, a loud noise suddenly came from the building.

It was as if something had fallen through the window into the house.

Yeji hurriedly pushed Jaemin and got up to see what it was, only to be hugged by him from behind.

With a black face, he said coldly, "I'll go."

Yeji slightly cried and laughed, this is the second time, the good things between the two of them have been bullied by people and things that cannot be explained.

Soon, Yeji also followed Jaemin and ran towards the building.

As a result, when he reached the second floor, Yeji saw a short figure sitting in the darkness. With a bold move, Jaemin took a figure on the ground and pressed it against the wall.

People what? Dare to trespass on him and Jaemin's residence, it's really tired of living.

Yeji turned on the lamp and looked at it, and she could not help but be stunned.

It was a seven or eight year old boy, pale, indifferent, and wearing a strange red dress.

Yeji immediately recognized him: "Are you not a child from an orphanage? What are you doing here? "