The next morning, the morning light shone in through the cracks in the window.
Fang Qingyang opened his eyes, stared blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings for a moment, then looked at the sleeping ghost beside him and murmured to himself: "Sleeping so soundly. Do ghosts need sleep too? He's so handsome. Did this ghost look like this in life? He must have had no shortage of suitors."
Feeling a bit annoyed, I reached out and pinched the handsome face that was sleeping soundly.
Just as he was about to pull his hand back, his wrist was grabbed, leaving him only able to look awkwardly at the ghost.
"You're awake."
Ning Qing looked at Fang Qingyang and asked, "Aren't you in pain anymore?"
His gaze swept over a certain spot.
Fang Qingyang shook off Ning Qing's hand and angrily got out of bed to wash up.
That ghost is so awful! He always brings up the most sensitive topics. I must find a chance to teach him a lesson and let him experience what it's like to be hurt.
Speaking of the taste, Fang Qingyang savored it for a moment, and it was still quite delicious, but it did damage his image as a grown man.
When Fang Qingyang finished washing up and came out, the room was already empty.
Ning Qing saw a note left by the little girl on the table, which said that breakfast was ready and could be heated up and eaten.
Ning Qing heated up the breakfast and carried it into the room.
"Time for breakfast."
Fang Qingyang was somewhat surprised. He glanced at Ning Qing, walked over, sat down at the table, and took a sip. "Why does this porridge taste different from yesterday's?"
Ning Qing placed a pastry on his plate, saying, "This porridge was made by the little girl this morning; it should taste alright."
Fang Qingyang looked up at Ning Qing again, "She makes breakfast for you every day?"
Ning Qing nodded and chuckled, "That's right, the little girl's cooking skills are really not bad."
Fang Qingyang lowered his head and silently ate his breakfast.
After dinner, the two sat on the sofa.
Fang Qingyang looked at Ning Qing and asked, "Is this house yours?"
Ning Qing put her arm around Fang Qingyang and nodded, "It was just bought recently."
Fang Qingyang looked at Ning Qing with surprise. This ghost looked like a ghost at first, but now he looked more like a human than a human. You really couldn't tell that he was a ghost.
"Do you have an ID card to use?"
Ning Qing nodded and whispered in his ear, "Are you still in pain? Let me apply the medicine again."
Fang Qingyang blushed again and gritted his teeth, saying, "Shut up."
He really didn't want to talk about it; he was a tough guy... it was too embarrassing.
Ning Qing seemed oblivious to his embarrassment and continued to tease him, "You can tell me if it hurts, don't try to tough it out."
Fang Qingyang roared and tackled Ning Qing to the ground, grabbing his neck and saying, "Don't mention this again, or we're not done."
Ning Qing truly didn't understand why the little brat was reacting so strongly. It's a perfectly normal thing to treat an injury.
However, he doesn't like me bringing it up, so I just won't say it again. It's the same if I apply the medicine after he falls asleep.
"Okay, I won't say anything more."
Fang Qingyang then let go of him, got up, went back to his room to get his car keys, and said, "I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back tonight."
Ning Qing watched him leave without a second thought, just like a scumbag who doesn't care about anyone after getting back together.
But that back view... how come it's so handsome and good-looking? My man is handsome no matter how I look at him.
System: Host, stop daydreaming and wake up.
The system feigned disdain but was secretly smug, thinking, "How could my idol, whom I've admired for thousands of years, be bad?"
Ning Qing: Little cat, why are you popping up again?
System: I shouldn't be here, I should be in the car.
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