Quick Transmigration: Not Panicked Even When Transmigrated as a Man

She's a thousand-year-old demon, either cultivating or on the path to cultivation. Facing a bottleneck in her cultivation, she decided to go out and relax, where she coincidentally met a system...

Chapter 139 This ghost isn't ghostly at all (43)

After Fang Qingyang finished eating, he handed the empty bowl to Ning Qing, who took it and went out to clean up.

Fang Qingyang smiled brightly as he watched Ning Qing's retreating figure. This ghost is quite virtuous and easy to get along with.

It would be even more perfect if I could get myself on top next time.

If Ning Qing could hear his inner thoughts, she would definitely slap him and send him to stand shoulder to shoulder with the mural, hand in hand.

When Ning Qing came in again, she saw the little brat lying on the bed with a silly grin on his face.

Ning Qingfu'e, can I return this item?

System: You want to return it before you've even fully digested it? The word "rubbish" doesn't even begin to describe you.

Ning Qing: Where did you come from?

System: I've always been here.

Ning Qing: Were you in the bathroom too?

The system sensed danger and felt that if it couldn't answer this question properly, it might be in peril.

He quickly replied: "Host, what are you thinking?! When I saw you two kissing, I ran into the dark room by myself."

Ning Qing thought that next time she wanted to do something, she would definitely throw the kitten into the dark room first, since it didn't like being watched by others.

When Fang Qingyang saw Ning Qing enter, he immediately suppressed his smile, not wanting to see that annoying ghost smug.

Ning Qing walked over and lifted the blanket covering him.

Fang Qingyang: "What?"

Ning Qing shook the ointment in her hand and said, "Let me apply the medicine for you."

Fang Qingyang's handsome face instantly turned red, the redness spreading to his ears, and he roared, "No need, I'm strong."

Ning Qing looked at him and said, "Since you're alright, and there's nothing to do all night, let's continue doing something interesting."

He pretended to take off his clothes, looking impatient.

Fang Qingyang stared wide-eyed in disbelief, then quickly stopped him, shouting, "Don't take it off! You're sleepy, go to sleep!"

As she spoke, she quickly pulled the blanket over herself and wrapped herself up like an extra-large silkworm.

Ning Qing couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Fang Qingyang realized he had been tricked by Ning Qing. His handsome face flushed red with shame, anger, and frustration.

He yelled at Ning Qing, "Get out!"

Ning Qing shrugged and spread her hands. "This is my room. I'm leaving. Where will I sleep tonight?"

Fang Qingyang: "Sleep wherever you want."

Ning Qing sighed helplessly, "Fine, I'll leave after I apply the medicine."

Fang Qingyang waved his hand, "No need, you should leave now."

He really didn't want to see that hateful ghost for even a second longer.

Ning Qing sat on the bed and pulled the blanket over herself. "I'll give you two choices. First, I'll apply the medicine for you. Second, we'll go to the hospital and have the doctors and nurses apply the medicine for you."

Fang Qingyang said, embarrassed and annoyed, "Are you having a problem with applying medicine?"

Seeing that she couldn't appease him, Ning Qing had no choice but to take action!

He took a strip of cloth out of his pocket and held it in his hand.

When Fang Qingyang saw the familiar strips of cloth, the image of being bound and tortured came vividly to mind.

Staring at Ning Qing, he asked, "What do you want to do?"

Ning Qing blinked her clear eyes, looking completely innocent. "I'll give you two choices: one, obediently let me apply the medicine for you; two, I'll tie you up and then apply the medicine for you."

Fang Qingyang was speechless for a moment, then said helplessly, "You can't get through tonight without taking the medicine, right?"

Ning Qing nodded seriously, "That's right, but you have many choices."

Fang Qingyang roared inwardly: Who the hell wants to choose? I don't want any of them, get the hell out of here.

Fang Qingyang glanced at Ning Qing, then at the strip of cloth in his hand. He knew all too well the power of this strip of cloth; he even had one kept at home.

This thing cannot be melted by fire, nor cut by a knife.

Finally, resigned, I lay on the bed, pulled the blanket over my face, and tried to convince myself that as long as I couldn't see it, nothing had happened.