After washing over a dozen times, he finally felt clean.
Clutching his rumbling stomach, he stumbled into the bedroom, found some clothes to change into, and used spiritual energy to vent out the air in the bedroom.
He threw out everything that could or couldn't be contaminated, leaving only a bare bed board.
Only then did he feel a bit better, though his nose still felt like it was engulfed in stench.
"Old thief!"
Fang Che muttered angrily: "Old thief! I swear to fight you to the end!"
This is so damn shameful!
If nobody saw, then fine.
But Ye Meng just had to see, and Ye Meng is such a stunningly beautiful girl...
"I've completely lost face today, as if I've embarrassed myself right before my grandmother."
Steward Fang felt like he had died socially.
Finally, it was almost done.
He opened the door.
