Ghost Husband: The Beloved of the Underworld
I Want You

Jaemin looked at him coldly, and said in a deep voice: "The ghost king of the capital is Lee Tae-yong, harboring evil intentions, who is, personally set up a yin and yang furnace to purify innocent ghosts, punishable by serving the work of 100 workers and not receiving a salary for five hundred years, from now on, without summoning, he said, he can't leave his own royal house anymore."

After a pause, Jaemin continued: "Take Your Majesty, disrespect His Majesty's wife, and punish the punishment of cutting hair, and immediately execute her."

If Jaemin says that when he hears the worker, not on the paycheck and must not leave the palace, Lee Tae-yong has no expression whatsoever, but only when he hears the word "hair cut", he suddenly raised his eyes to look at Jaemin, revealing a trace of horror.

Jaemin narrowed his eagle eyes and showed a contemptuous smile: "You did it yourself? Or do you want my men to help you?"

Yeji looked around, and then he realized that under the darkness there was a group of little blue-faced ghosts, all kneeling down and silent.

Lee Tae-yong's thin lips pursed tightly, as if he was forcibly holding back anger: "Lee Tae-yong admitted that he was guilty, but His Majesty must not go too far, either, hair is the dignity of the fox demon family, and Lee Tae-yong will never suffer the humiliation of cutting her hair."

Jaemin suddenly took a step forward, grabbed his collar, and said in a grim voice: "For the sake of the King of Hell, I didn't send you to hell, that's already very good."

Lee Tae-yong looks at him fearlessly and sneers: "Send to hell? Is it just because I touched your woman?

With a "click", a dagger is thrown in front of Lee Tae-yong.

"You did it yourself."

Yeji could hear that she was trying to suppress her anger.

It seems that tonight Lee Tae-yong has a certain background, and it seems that he has a relationship with the King of Hell, so he has to worry about the face of the King of Hell.

Lee Tae-yong's eyes are fixed on them, and he still looks stubborn: "The demon fox Clan will never suffer humiliation from cutting hair, and if the King of Hell is here, he will never be, he won't force me to do a haircut."

"The King of Hell has never questioned the matter regarding the underworld, and you still want to use it to suppress me?" Jaemin spoke coldly.

"So Your Majesty thinks that you will be the next King of Hell?" Lee Tae-yong shows contempt.

"That's my business in Hell, and it's not something a little Ghost City King can bother with like you."

Lee Tae-yong sneered, and did not see the dagger on the ground: "Don't expect you to embarrass me."

Jaemin's face was drowning. In the next instant, a knife flew into the silver hair that was aimed at Lee Tae-yong.

In an instant, his blade cut the long hair on his left ear, and the pieces of silver fluttered like weeds without roots.

Lee Tae-yong's eyes were blood-colored in an instant, and he clenched his fists tightly, and for a moment, Yeji thought he would fight back, but under the proud gaze of Jaemin, he was defeated.

"Not yet started? Do you want His Majesty to personally cut your hair for you?" Jaemin gave him no room to turn around in the slightest, and coldly looked at his pale face.

For a long time, the still-blooded hand trembled, slowly picking up the dagger on the ground, directing it towards his long silver hair, and cutting it inch by inch, as if cutting through his flesh.

Jaemin ordered to Han Su behind him: "You see him here, cut all his hair and let nothing be left."

"Good." Han Su was still the same as when Yeji saw him several times before, a poker face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, as if there would never be any likes or sorrows.

That day, Yeji followed Jaemin to the Capital of Hell, stepped into the Ghost Gate for the first time, crossed the Huangquan Road, crossed the Forgotten River, and finally arrived at Tianzi Hall, where he was living, which was also the place where Jaemin usually handled government affairs.

Yeji learns that it turns out that the King of Hell is his father, and in recent years, the old King of Hell has gradually given up all the affairs in the underworld, including the Five-Way Ghost Town, the Ten Shrines of Yan Luo, and the Ten Shrines of the Underworld, and the eighteen-level hell, all under Jaemin's control, and he could also go to the human world freely.

It was said that the old King of Hell was basically very straightforward. Instead of taking care of her work, she prefers to travel with friends, drink and have fun.

There was a father who did not do his job, this made Jaemin suffer a little, although there was no title of King of Hell for him but he had to do the job of King of Hell.

Standing under the majestic plaque of the Palace of the Son of Heaven, Yeji lost his mind for a moment, and there was an indescribable familiarity. Yeji felt that he had been here. But this is definitely the first time.

Jaemin came and held onto Yeji's wrist, which was a scar left by a dog bite a few days ago.

His brows furrowed: "I really should punish Lee Tae-yong harshly."

Yeji was surprised, and immediately understood: "It turns out I have a fox breath from Lee Tae-yong, so the dog suddenly went crazy and bit

me, don't you think?"

As a result, in the next second, Yeji was carried by Jaemin and walked towards the palace.

Inevitably Yeji punched her on the shoulder and whispered: "Let me down!"

Jaemin looked at Yeji affectionately and smiled: "You have made your husband anxious, from now on you will stay in my palace and not go anywhere."

As soon as Yeji heard this, he immediately became anxious: "No! I want to go home!

Completely ignoring Yeji's protest, Jaemin takes him through the garden of the front hall to the backyard.

From time to time, along the way, there was a ghost guard with a black face and long horns, saluting Yeji, and Yeji was so embarrassed that he buried his face in Jaemin's arms, and he did not dare to look at them.

Stepping into the room, Jaemin lifted the thin gauze curtain and placed Yeji lightly on the soft mattress.

Yeji was about to get up and down, but he was gently and forcefully pressed back by Jaemin's cold big hand.

"Take me off!" Before those words fell, her lips were covered by a kiss. The unfinished words were covered by her cold, domineering and gentle lips to seize dominance in Yeji's mouth.

Yeji is pressed by her, instinctively trying to push her body away, but her hands are held back, tied behind her head, and Yeji can only let her take what she wants from her.

Her other cold hands wandered, stroking Yeji's waist, and slowly moved to her chest that was surging violently, and Yeji was so dizzy from the kiss that she was almost out of breath, totally ignoring the hands that use it.

Only after the kiss switched to land on her face did Yeji open her mouth and protested weakly, "I, I'm not ready."

"So when are you ready?" Jaemin kissed Yeji's neck and whispered softly.

Inevitably Yeji muttered, just in time for a pair of moist eagle eyes from Jaemin, the bottom of the eyes that were colored with the desire of even more handsome and stunning, he said, Yeji couldn't help but look stunned, she just felt her body getting more and more weakened and helpless, about to fall into her affectionate gaze.

"Yeji, I want you." Now Yeji thought, her voice was hoarse and sexy.

Yeji looked at her like a ghost and said, "Don't call me Yeji, okay?"

Jaemin was surprised and looked at Yeji gently: "What do you want me to call it?"

"Seulgi, call me Seulgi." "

"Soul..." Jaemin seemed to be thinking seriously.

He frowned lightly and covered his forehead.

Yeji looked at him with concern and asked, "What's the matter?"

He shook his head, as if he didn't want Yeji to worry: "It's okay, but suddenly I have a headache."

As soon as Yeji turned her face away, Yeji immediately woke up and pushed her body away, covered her with a blanket, and smiled weakly: "Rest well, I won't bother you."

With that, Yeji got up and got out of bed.

As a result, as soon as Yeji turned around, she was wrapped around her waist by a large hand behind her.

Without much effort, Yeji was dragged back to bed by her again.

Jaemin rolled over and pressed Yeji's hands and feet.

"Is it easy for you to get out of your husband's bed?" Jaemin looked at Yeji with a smile, his ice-cold breath blowing in his ears.

Yeji laughed a few times: "Are you not having a headache? Not suitable for strenuous exercise."

"It depends on what kind of strenuous exercise it is."

Her voice was seductive, and Yeji was subconsciously moved by her, but she did not have the courage to actually do anything with it.