I Married a Ghost After Transmigration

Her gaze slowly drifted downward, and when she saw that she was wearing only a pink bellyband, she couldn't hold back a piercing scream.

"Ah—-" She had actually spent her wedding night with a ghost!

"Ah—-" She didn't want to live anymore!

"My lady, what's wrong?" Yun Shangyuan extended his hand to rub his ears, tormented by the high-decibel scream, and rose to ask with a frown.

"You... What did you do to me?" Feng Yueya swiftly shrunk to the corner of the bed, covering her chest tightly with the blanket.

Seeing her action, Yun Shangyuan immediately understood the reason for her scream.

His eyes shifted, shimmering with light, and a hint of an ambiguous smile appeared on his lips as he stared, with ill intentions, at her smooth shoulder.

Feeling his burning gaze, Feng Yueya quickly pulled the blanket up, covering everything below her neck.

"Perverted ghost! Don't look!"

"My lady, I've already seen all of you, isn't it a bit too late to cover up now?"

Yun Shangyuan seemed to enjoy the sight of her shy and embarrassed state, leaning against the bedpost with a leisurely air as he watched her.

"Who gave you permission to look! You shameless lecher!"

Fuming, Feng Yueya grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him, but the pillow passed right through his body and flew towards the door in a strange trajectory.

Just at that moment, the door suddenly opened and the person entering, before even speaking, was hit squarely in the face by the flying pillow!

Seeing this turn of events, Feng Yueya was immediately dumbstruck.

The person hit was none other than the usually icy-faced beauty, senior sister Lan Jiaying!

Lan Jiaying had not expected to be hit so suddenly, without even a chance to dodge.

Her face turning livid, she looked toward Feng Yueya cowering at the foot of the bed and growled through clenched teeth, "Feng Yueya, what are you doing?!"

Senior sister usually called her Ninth Junior Sister, but now that she was addressed by her full name, it was clear she was extremely angry.

In her memory, Feng Yueya was very afraid of this senior sister; not only was she formidable, but she was also cold and expressionless.

Worried about punishment, Feng Yueya immediately pointed toward Yun Shangyuan on the bed and tattled, "Senior sister, it's not my fault, he's the one who did it!"

Lan Jiaying's gaze followed the direction of her finger for a glance but saw nothing.