Once the impulse arises, it can no longer be suppressed.
Fang Yi didn't know what was going on, so he hurriedly ran the "Evil Desire Scripture," trying to quell the evil fire in his lower abdomen.
In doing so, Fang Yi's face flushed a bit.
At the same time, Zhao Xueying looked up and immediately saw Fang Yi's flushed face, and exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Fang, what's wrong with you? Why is your face suddenly red? Are you feeling unwell?"
Fang Yi replied, "It's not that I'm feeling unwell, it's just..."
Just as Fang Yi said, he wasn't unwell, he was simply holding back with difficulty.
"Just what? Why do you only say half of what you mean, quickly tell me, what's wrong with you." Zhao Xueying hurriedly asked. She was very curious about Fang Yi's condition and somewhat concerned.
"It's nothing, maybe it's just too hot today." Fang Yi casually found an excuse.
