C83 Become a Grass Ghost Witch

Ye Long returned to his room and continued to work on the herbs.

After being messed with by this brat, Zhao Ziliang did not have the face to enter She Baiyi's room anymore. Hiding in the pig's nest was like twisting a fried dough twist. Squeak, squeak, it caused the bed to creak. Ye Long could clearly hear everything from next door.

She Baimei, on the other hand