Fang Yi stood in front of the refrigerator, about to take out a box of pure milk. As soon as he opened the fridge door, he suddenly sneezed.
The sneeze came so suddenly, and then Fang Yi touched his nose, quickly reaching a conclusion.
Can a Heavenly Level master catch a cold?
Fang Yi found it hard to believe this fact.
However, to his mixed feelings, it was indeed a fact.
He really had caught a cold!
Thinking of this, Fang Yi couldn't help but let out another 'Achoo,' nearly spraying snot. He quickly recalled that he might have caught a chill last night by only covering himself with a blanket.
Fang Yi still took out a box of pure milk, sat down on the sofa by the coffee table, and pulled out a few tissues to wipe his nose.
Fang Yi exhaled a heavy breath, thinking he had to go get some cold medicine later. But first, he needed to suppress the runny nose.
As the saying goes, it's hard for a healer to heal himself. Even though Fang Yi's medical skills were advanced, at this moment his skills were of no use. Even if he wanted to give himself a few needle pricks, there were no silver needles, as they were all at the old home in the old neighborhood.
Therefore, Fang Yi could only try to circulate the heat within his body using the "Evil Desire Scripture," to feel a little better. Even a Heavenly Level master, when facing physical problems, could only endure them himself.
Being a Heavenly Level master doesn't mean a person is immune to illness; it only implies the greatest chance to keep illness at bay.
With his nose clear, Fang Yi tore open the box of milk. But whether it was Fang Yi's unlucky day or not, as soon as he opened it, the milk accidentally spilled out, some onto Fang Yi's pants and some onto the coffee table, leaving small white stains.
Fang Yi found it ridiculous, shook his head silently, and pulled out a few tissues to wipe it off.
A high-pitched scream suddenly sounded, even startling Fang Yi himself.
Fang Yi turned his head toward the bedroom door, where Fang Yingying stood with a look of shock on her pretty face, her clear, beautiful eyes widened as if she had discovered something incredible.
Fang Yi looked over, almost giving Fang Yingying a sidelong glance. Whether it was a matter of angle or not, at this moment, Fang Yi's gaze appeared so frightening in Fang Yingying's eyes, full of menace.
As a result, Fang Yingying's cherry lips couldn't help but slowly open, looking like they were about to let out another scream.
"If you scream again, I'll tape your mouth shut!" Fang Yi threatened immediately before Fang Yingying could scream out loud.
Sure enough, as soon as he said this, Fang Yingying hurriedly covered her mouth with both hands, forcibly stifling her scream.
Fang Yi was very satisfied.
Then, Fang Yi stood up.
"You... you don't come over, I... I won't scream... and I... I won't tell anyone about your early morning thing." Fang Yingying quickly said, her pretty face full of panic.
Fang Yi frowned, "What did I do early in the morning?"
Fang Yingying said, "That thing."
"That thing..." Fang Yingying pointed to the trash can, then to the small white stains on the coffee table.
Afraid Fang Yi might not understand, Fang Yingying hesitantly made another awkward gesture.
Fang Yi finally understood, slapped his forehead hard, looked up at the ceiling, and only after a long time did he withdraw his gaze, then glared fiercely at Fang Yingying.
"You... you don't kill me to silence me, if you kill me, I'll really scream." Fang Yingying quickly said.