Afraid? Of course I was afraid.

Feeling the foreign object invading me from below, he showed no intention of withdrawing, instead coldly waiting for my reply.

With my eyes tightly shut, tears of pain streamed down my cheeks into my hair as I gritted my teeth and nodded, curling up my body trying to escape from beneath him.

The moment I moved, he gripped my waist tightly, pulling me even closer.

“Ah–!” Humiliation, fear, unwillingness—I don’t know why I suddenly had the courage, but I struggled desperately, reaching back to open the drawer by the bed.

In the drawer were the Five Emperors coins and peach wood sword that my brother had given me—genuine items, but they were useless against him!

He chuckled softly, pinning my wrists above my head with his large hands.

“It’s been two years, you’ve grown… Even your courage has grown, daring to resist…”

Each of his sentences was accompanied by forceful movements; he didn’t stop but instead opened my body to its limits.

I don’t know how long he went on, the cold, awkward sensation gradually being overwhelmed by a more lubricating feeling.

Perhaps it was the body’s reaction, or maybe it was the blood acting as a lubricant.

>>>>>>>>>>

When I woke up, the room was empty.

Only the afterglow of passion lingered, yet I had never seen his face.

I sat stunned for a moment before managing to sit up, feeling a sore and unbearable swelling below my waist, and a burning pain in a particular area.

These all reminded me that he had come, this was not a dream, it was a continuation of that night two years ago.

My phone on the nightstand rang, I hurriedly swiped to answer, it was my brother’s voice: “Xiao Qiao, open the garage! Dad’s been hurt!”

I was shocked, my dad and brother had gone out of town to handle a tricky situation and weren’t supposed to be home, how could he be injured?!

Stumbling out of bed, my legs weak and trembling, I fell hard on the floor.

A cold, sticky substance flowed from the burning pain, large droplets falling onto my nightgown. I looked down to see it was tinged with blood.

A wave of embarrassment and annoyance overwhelmed me, my organs felt sour.

Holding back tears, I hurriedly cleaned up and ran downstairs to press the garage opener.

Our home is a three-story building with a courtyard on Commercial and Cultural Street, part of a planned commercial area, worth several million.

But my dad isn’t short of money; our family is involved in businesses “better kept in the dark,” so money isn’t an issue.

It’s just a matter of shortening lives.

My brother drove in with the dusty SUV, both he and my dad covered in mud and dried blood, which made me afraid.

“Xiao Qiao, don’t be scared, go prepare hot water, the hotter the better,” my brother instructed as he carried my dad upstairs.

This kind of situation was rare, I didn’t know what accident they had encountered.

I stood in the kitchen boiling water, extremely tired and mentally disorganized, accidentally burning my hand, raising a blister.

But I couldn’t dwell on it, I quickly took the hot water upstairs to see my dad.

My dad was in bad shape, his lips tightly closed, his eyes bloodshot, silently shaking his head at me.

My brother understood what my dad meant and ushered me out of the room.

I sat at the door, hearing terrible screams from inside, like an animal being slaughtered.

I held my head, others my age were enjoying their youth, freely rebelling.

Why did I have to endure the violation of a malicious ghost, living daily with terror and gloom…

That night, he came again.

Fear and resistance were useless, no matter how much noise I made, my family downstairs couldn’t hear.

And he seemed to enjoy quelling all my resistance, not just on the bed, but the desk, the window sill also became his battlegrounds to tame me.

I could feel the pain, the helplessness.

I could also feel his icy chest and solid arms.

But I dared not open my eyes.

As he leaned in close to my ear, as I tried to dodge, my cheek touched an icy, hard mask—the kind found in Daoist temples, with angry eyes and a fierce green face.

“…What happened to your hand?” His chilly voice sounded as his cold hand grasped my chin, forcing me to reply.

“Burnt, I got burnt…” I closed my eyes, shrinking beneath him.

The overwhelming cold enveloped me, there was no escape, no retreat.

He didn’t speak further, only gently licked the wound on my hand with his cold, moist touch just before I felt like I was about to pass out.

The next day, my dad sat in the courtyard basking in the sun, his silence the previous night due to a copper amulet he had in his mouth.

Seeing me, he smiled and said, “I can finally talk, almost suffocated me last night.”

That old man, is talking more important than life?

I managed a weak smile, but my eyes were incredibly sore, tears flowing as soon as I smiled.

“Xiao Qiao, what’s wrong? You look so pale?” My dad noticed my unusual complexion,

Thinking of the ferocity of that ghost husband, I always thought I was going to be tormented to death, maybe he was here to kill me.

Just that his method of killing me was quite special.

With a blood alliance and a betrothal gift already in place, what’s next, should be for me to die and become a ghost to complete the wedding, right?

Thinking I was about to die, I said somewhat despondently, “Dad, he came…”