Ning Qing's hands, which were pinned to the ground, began to struggle and entangle with the other person to attract the cub's attention. Taking advantage of the cub's unpreparedness, she suddenly slammed her shoulder into the person on top of her, flipping over and pinning him down.

He quickly restrained the cub's limbs, seemingly taking out a long strip of cloth from his body, and tied the cub's two hands together in a tight knot. The cub's feet suffered the same fate.

Ning Qing carried the person to the bed, made sure to take off their smelly shoes, and tossed them aside. The shoes flew through the air in an arc before slamming into the door with a "bang."

Then came the clothes. Ning Qing tore Fang Qingyang's shirt apart with a "rip," turning it into rags in an instant. She then casually tossed it away, and it flew off somewhere unknown.

Without any clothing to cover him, Fang Qingyang revealed his muscular chest and well-defined, toned abs. Ning Qing counted them: eight-pack abs, not bad.

Ning Qing looked down and saw the pants.

Fang Qingyang was not flustered at all despite having his limbs bound. He had a vague premonition that the annoying ghost would not harm him.

But when he saw his shirt torn and his upper body exposed, he was secretly looking forward to it. The annoying ghost looked ashamed of his own figure. He was very satisfied with his own body. He had trained hard for many years, and not only had his fighting skills improved, but his figure was also beyond reproach.

I saw him gently stroke his lower abdomen and look at his pants.

Fang Qingyang panicked. He felt like meat on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of others.

He hurriedly shouted, "You can't take that off."

Ning Qing glanced at the little brat, placed her hand lightly on his waistband, and patted him gently.

"Why can't you take your clothes off?"

Fang Qingyang's handsome face flushed red. He turned his head away from Ning Qing and remained silent, pursing his lips.

Ning Qing lowered her hand a little further and patted it lightly.

Fang Qingyang tensed up and froze, then roared, "Don't take pictures!"

Ning Qing looked completely innocent. "Why? Did you secretly hide some treasure here?"

Fang Qingyang glared angrily at Ning Qing, "Don't play dumb with me. You're a man too, how could you not know what's inside?"

Ning Qing didn't stop her little hands-on activities. "Of course I know what's inside, I'm just curious..."

Fang Qingyang gritted his teeth and said, "What's there to be curious about? Aren't they all the same?"

Ning Qing shook her head. "No, everyone is different."

Fang Qingyang's face darkened instantly, and he gritted his teeth again, "You've seen a lot?"

Ning Qing nodded. What's so strange about that? You can just go to the men's restroom and see him.

Fang Qingyang was furious. "How dare you!"

Ning Qing: "What's there to be afraid of?"

He casually crumpled up a corner of the tattered shirt and stuffed it into Fang Qingyang's mouth, and the world instantly fell silent.

Fang Qingyang stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Ning Qing, cursing her countless times in his mind.

Ning Qing glanced at him and said, "If you glare at me again, I'll blindfold you too."

Fang Qingyang continued to glare at Ning Qing, his eyes full of provocation, as if to say, "Go ahead and try to guess it if you dare."

Ning Qing took a towel and casually tossed it over, covering Fang Qingyang's face, naturally his eyes couldn't escape the eye.

Ning Qing ignored the expression on his face under the towel and continued what he was doing.

Fang Qingyang bit her lip tightly, not allowing herself to make the slightest sound that would embolden the other person.

Since Fang Qingyang didn't beg for mercy, Ning Qingyue really wanted to hear him plead; it would surely be very pleasant to hear.

His hand movements became even more unrestrained and violent.