“That’s right, I don’t even look at you.” Ma Linghua said with a haughty expression.

Second hemp; "……………………………"

Old Deng stared at the dead fish, a deep sadness filling his heart.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaomo flew up from the wooden board, the red rope in his hand taut, and soon, a graceful woman appeared at the other end of the red rope.

She placed Zhang Xiaomo on the bed and floated above his head. "Husband, I'm here. Open your eyes and look at me."

He suddenly blew a breath at Zhang Xiaomo, the breath carrying a faint sandalwood scent and a hint of green light.

Zhang Xiaomo slowly opened his eyes, and the sight almost scared him to death.

"Who...who are you?" Zhang Xiaomo swallowed hard and asked fearfully.

"My lord, it's me! You were... you were touching my body at noon!" She blushed shyly, her whole body covered in a faint blush.

Zhang Xiaomo suddenly felt a heat rising all over his body. Damn it, what's wrong with him? Something's not right, there must be something wrong with that green gas from earlier.

"Don't talk nonsense. How long has it been since I touched you? We've never even met. Don't try to pin this on me." Zhang Xiaomo was terrified. Where did this female ghost come from? Why was she clinging to him?

The woman, with her voluptuous figure, looked at him with a hint of gloom in her eyes. "Are you perhaps going to be a heartless man?" she asked in a cold tone.

For a moment, Zhang Xiaomo felt that her face had aged somewhat, and... looking at her curvaceous figure, he didn't react at all.

If there was any reaction, it was all due to the green gas. Not only was the young man unable to stand upright, but he also felt extremely disgusted when the woman touched him.