Ning Qing gathered a faint, almost nonexistent ghostly power, raised her long leg, and kicked the man who was puffing out smoke off the bed.

The system saw all of this from within the space, and its little paws tightly covered its open mouth.

Its eyes were full of conflict; it didn't know whether it should remind its host.

The gift you gave the little brat to welcome him was your big little feet.

After thinking about it, I decided it was better not to remind them. Letting them fight each other like this is fine too.

There's no need to worry about the mission target being deceived by the host again.

Fang Qingyang sat on the ground, dumbfounded, staring blankly at the bed he had just lain on, his eyes filled with disbelief.

It wasn't until the cigarette between my fingers spontaneously combusted and burned my fingers that I came to my senses.

He quickly released his grip, letting the cigarette butt fall to the ground, and abruptly stood up. "Damn it, which bastard dares to mess with your grandpa? Come out here!"

After waiting for a while and seeing that no one made a sound, he stepped closer to the bed, first groped around on the bed for a while, and then squatted down to check under the bed.

Naturally, nothing was discovered.

Ning Qing leaned lazily against the bed, watching with great interest as the partially injured man jumped around, looking around.

Surprisingly, it was quite fun.

Finding nothing, Fang Qingyang could only sit back on the bed in frustration.

He gritted his teeth, "If I find out which bastard did this, I'll beat him to a pulp."

I lay in bed, pulled the blanket over myself haphazardly, closed my eyes, and went to sleep.

Ning Qing heard even breathing coming from the other side of the bed.

Thinking to myself: It's not fun if a fun person falls asleep like this.

Ning Qing reached out and slowly approached Fang Qingyang's handsome face, gently patting it twice.

Fang Qingyang, still half asleep, irritably patted his face with his hands, muttering something under his breath, before turning over and continuing to sleep.

Ning Qing smiled slightly when she saw how adorable he was.

She reached out her demonic claws and ripped off the blanket covering the man, immediately exposing his body to the air.

The defined muscles of his chest are visible beneath his T-shirt.

Ning Qing said with a hint of regret, "Tsk tsk, nice figure, it's a pity she's wearing clothes, so I can't see her whole body at a glance."

Once again, the demonic claws gently caressed a man's chest, moving down to his abdomen and then down to his waist.

"Tsk tsk, that waist is damn impressive."

Before Ning Qing could finish praising him, the system's scream rang out, "Host, stop your lewd behavior! Taking advantage of someone's sleep to grope that handsome young man, aren't you ashamed, host...?"

"Why should I feel ashamed? Maybe he likes me too."

The system was eager to discourage the host from pursuing the mission objective, saying, "No, no one likes to be taken advantage of by a ghost."

"Host, humans and ghosts are different. The ghostly aura on you will shorten people's lifespan. You should go find a handsome ghost to date."

The system patiently and persuasively tried to guide the host, who had gone completely astray, back to the right path.

"Besides, he can't see you, he doesn't know you exist. You can only have unrequited love, and unrequited love will only turn you into a simp. How can my handsome, dashing, and invincible host be reduced to a simp for a mere mortal? No, I refuse."

The system's final voice was choked with sobs.

Ning Qing sighed, "Shut up, is the show over?"

The system was momentarily speechless, "Uh...no...I..."

"Keep making things up."

"Let me guess, the reason you're talking so much nonsense is because you're nervous. You're nervous because I'm going to make a move on this person. The only thing that can make you nervous is protecting your target."

“This person is a protected target,” Ning Qing affirmed.