After confirming that the person in front of her was the target of this world's mission, Ning Qing slowly withdrew her hand from his waist.

He pulled the blanket over the little one. Since this was the little one he was meant to protect, as a father, he had no reason to let him get cold.

That was just a show for the system, to confirm my own guess.

"Little kitten, how can I protect my cubs in this terrible state?"

Ning Qing lay back on the bed, crossing her arms under her head as a pillow.

The system felt incredibly guilty about this. There was originally a body in this small world that the host could use, but because of its own selfish motives—it didn't want the two of them to neglect their duties and fall in love—the system had no choice but to make the host play the role of…

"Host, this... I have a cultivation manual for ghost cultivators here, do you need it?"

Seeing that Ning Qing remained silent, the system continued, "Once you master this technique, you will be the ghost with the highest combat power in this world..."

Ning Qing interrupted the kitten's endless sales pitch.

"You just need to tell me how many points this technique requires and how many years of practice are needed to achieve even a minor success."

The system froze, and it felt extremely guilty. "Uh... it doesn't require a lot of points, just... six hundred. It takes five or six hundred years of cultivation to achieve that."

In the end, I even felt like I was a worthless person.

Ning Qing sneered, "Cat, do you think I'm stupid, or are you stupid?"

The system frantically sharpened its claws in the space.

"Cultivate for five or six hundred years, and then do a mission? Hmm..."

"Host, I was wrong, waaaaaaah!"

The system was in the space, tears streaming down its face, crying uncontrollably.

"Shut up," Ning Qing interrupted the system impatiently once again.

The system immediately covered its mouth with its little paws.

"How do you expect me to complete tasks in this world?"

The path of cultivation is inherently gradual and requires time, but I don't have that much time to cultivate.

The system hesitated for a moment before speaking in the space, "There is a way, though. The original owner's body is still breathing. You can try to go back into the body."

"Explain yourself," Ning Qing said, seeing the system's hesitation, knowing that this matter was not so simple.

"That's how it is. The original owner was in a car accident half a year ago and has been in a coma ever since. He is still lying in this hospital."

The system paused for a moment and then continued, "The host only needs to find a suitable opportunity to return to the original body."

The system's use of the term "suitable opportunity" is quite insightful; otherwise, it wouldn't have acted like a thief with a guilty conscience.

Oh well, being a ghost is kind of fun, isn't it?

As for the task, we'll talk about it later.

Fang Qingyang was woken up by the cold. In his sleep, he only felt that he was hugging a piece of ice.

Fang Qingyang rubbed his eyes, feeling even more tired after a nap.

Ning Qing opened her eyes and saw a handsome face. She didn't know how she had fallen asleep while holding the little one.

Could it be that he got used to sleeping with the little one from the previous world, and now he can sleep with anyone he sees?

This idea terrified Ning Qing. She abruptly released the little cub and floated to the corner of the wall.

Having gotten used to this terrible thing, I've been sleeping with my little one in my arms for decades.

Can one break their millennia-old habit of solitude in just a few decades?