When Song Han opened his eyes again, it was already evening.
As he stared at the dim room, he jumped out of bed.
Where was he? Was he still in the female ghost's nest? The scene of him being forced to sleep with her last night flashed through his mind. He was so frightened that he touched his body to confirm that there was nothing abnormal before he was finally relieved.
He thought for a moment, then pulled open his pants again to take a look. Then, he let out a scream.
His bright red underwear was actually black now. The female ghost must have taken them off. The chastity he had maintained for so many years had been ruined by a female ghost.
"Young Master Song Han." When Uncle Shang heard the commotion inside, he pushed open the door and walked in. "What's wrong?"
"Uncle Shang?"
"Yes."
