When Fang Qingyang woke up, it was already noon. He moved his body and felt something pressing down on him. He lifted the blanket and saw that the hand on his waist belonged to that bastard.

He threw himself down in anger, got up, his legs were so weak he almost lost his balance, but two strong arms reached out from behind and caught him firmly.

Fang Qingyang heard a soft laugh behind him, his handsome face flushed red, and he turned around to glare angrily at the wolf. Thinking of what happened last night, he wished he could bite off a piece of the wolf's flesh.

Describing him as a hungry wolf is too understated.

Seeing the little boy's cheeks slightly flushed, as beautiful and charming as peach blossoms in March, Ning Qing couldn't help but lean over and give him a quick kiss.

She felt a hand push her away, then reached out and grasped it, lowering her head to kiss it.

Fang Qingyang roared angrily, "Enough!"

Ning Qing pulled him into her arms, pinched his chin, and kissed him.

After the kiss, both were panting, and a faint silver thread could be seen between their lips.

Ning Qing whispered in his ear, "Don't be angry, okay?"

After saying that, he picked the person up horizontally, placed them on the washstand, and helped them wash up.

Fang Qingyang grabbed the water glass and toothbrush and started doing it himself.

Ningqing...

Ning Qing heated up the porridge and served it to the little one.

Fang Qingyang took a few sips and watched Ning Qing sit beside him, resting her chin on her hand and watching him drink.

She glanced up and asked, "Aren't you going to drink?"

Ning Qing wasn't interested in the porridge, but looked intently at Fang Qingyang and said, "I'm only making it for you."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyang felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey.

"You don't need to eat?"

Ning Qing nodded slightly, "Yes, you can eat it or not."

Fang Qingyang looked over with a puzzled expression, "But ordinary ghosts don't usually need to eat."

Ning Qing pinched his cheek. "Am I ordinary? Hmm..."

Fang Qingyang slapped away the hand that was pinching her face and glared at the person, "We're eating, don't touch me like that."

Ning Qing deliberately misinterpreted, "Oh... so you can get handsy when you haven't eaten?"

Fang Qingyang's face darkened. "That's enough! Can't people even eat?"

Ning Qing made a zipping motion to her lips, then pursed her lips and remained silent, her eyes filled with grievance and accusation.

Seeing his childishness, Fang Qingyang smiled, her smile as warm as a spring breeze.

Fang Qingyang took two more sips before remembering what Shen Bei had said yesterday, "You... can you conceal your aura?"

Ning Qing? "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

Fang Qingyang then blurted out all the guesses that Shen Bei had made yesterday.

Fang Qing smiled and said, "You're worried about me."

Fang Qingyang glared at the smug guy and said, "Let's get down to business."

"Okay, okay, let's get down to business."

Ning Qing paused for a moment and then spoke again, "That time in the back mountain, you two were infected by ghost energy. It took me a whole night to absorb the ghost energy from your bodies. At that time, most of the ghost energy in your bodies had not been refined, which is why it was easy for it to leak out and others could easily detect it. Now it's all better, and most people can't detect it."

Fang Qingyang looked incredulous and roared, "Why didn't you say so sooner? How are you feeling now? That stuff shouldn't have had any effect on your body, right?"

He stood up and came to Ning Qing's side, his eyes full of concern, his gaze sweeping over Ning Qing's body like an X-ray machine.

Ning Qing grasped his hand. "Don't worry, that thing can enhance my strength. It's not harmful, but rather beneficial."

Fang Qingyang slowly sat back in his chair and silently began to drink his porridge.

My heart was filled with mixed feelings.