After slamming Zi Qingge onto the bed, the ghost girl panted slightly. This person was really heavy, considering her poor shoulders.

Gently rubbing her shoulders, the ghost girl looked at the sleeping man and couldn't help but sigh. She couldn't just sleep like this. She had to change out of her wine-soaked clothes. She didn't have men's clothes here, so it seemed like she had to. Be a thief again.

With this thought in mind, the ghost girl had already left the room, and ...