The Charming Little Beauty is Being Targeted Again [Infinite]

The Widow in the Mansion 20

The sky was still drizzling with fine rain, but it was completely blocked by the mansion constructed from black mist.

Yu Deng was pinned against the head of the bed by his deceased husband, slightly tilting his head back. His slender neck, with its disheveled, soft black hair, and a few tears at the corners of his eyes, added to his delicate appearance.

His deceased husband lay on his chest, holding him tightly.

It seemed both affectionate and imprisoning.

Cheng Chaoling softly called out to Yu Deng, his tone warm and intimate, “Wife.”

“Hmph.”

Yu Deng, called by Cheng Chaoling, finally began to feel a bit like a wife. However, the persistent itching from the cherry-pink marks made him uncomfortable, and he was still sulking, awkwardly pushing Cheng Chaoling's shoulder away.

His husband shouldn’t be biting there—it’s too perverted.

Cheng Chaoling took the opportunity to lift his head, his body still pressed against Yu Deng’s. His high nose bridge rubbed against Yu Deng’s warm cheek.

“Wife hasn’t answered me yet.”

Yu Deng stared blankly at his husband for a few seconds before remembering what Cheng Chaoling had said. His husband had told him not to look at others.

“But, that’s not something I can control,” Yu Deng said in confusion, “after all, there are so many people in the world.”

Cheng Chaoling gazed at him for a few seconds, then smiled gently. “What my wife says is correct.”

So, if all the troublesome people and things were dealt with, wouldn’t that solve the problem?

As soon as this thought emerged, the space in the mansion seemed to shake.

Yu Deng remained firmly encircled. Cheng Chaoling, pressed so close to him, let his chilly breath seep through Yu Deng’s torn clothes.

Yu Deng was completely held in his husband's embrace. He realized too late that he couldn’t feel Cheng Chaoling’s heartbeat.

Because Cheng Chaoling was indeed dead.

Yu Deng pressed his slightly swollen lips together. “Have you been trapped inside before, unable to get out?”

“Yes.” Cheng Chaoling replied casually, “I was in the coffin all the time. Even if I came out, others couldn’t see me or hear me.”

The mature and powerful older man deliberately showed a weak side in front of his little wife.

“Did you do anything bad?” Yu Deng asked softly.

“Wife, that is the greatest secret of the Cheng family.” Cheng Chaoling traced the corner of Yu Deng’s eye with his fingertip but still said, “I disdain to do anything wicked.”

At least when he was still human, he would never have done such things. As for now, as a ghost, wanting to monopolize a beloved human seemed quite normal.

Yu Deng was silent for a few minutes.

He felt guilty; his deceased husband might have been killed. Now that he had finally come out, Yu Deng still had to seal him again.

But if he didn’t complete the task, he would be in danger. Wasn’t there a way to resolve this?

Yu Deng remained silent for too long, and Cheng Chaoling, unable to suppress his ghostly nature, started to become restless.

His cold hand moved to Yu Deng’s back, gently caressing and rubbing down his spine to the sensitive base of his tailbone.

His fingertips almost touched the raised curve.