Fang Yingying's gaze was evasive.
Fang Yi couldn't help but light a cigarette.
"Hey, you're still smoking even though you have a cold," Fang Yingying immediately said.
"Don't worry, I won't die," Fang Yi replied.
"I'm not concerned about whether you die or not, I'm just thinking you're bringing this on yourself," Fang Yingying said.
"Is that so? If you hadn't come last night and taken my blanket, would I have caught a cold?" Fang Yi retorted.
"Well, about that..."
Fang Yingying's eyes darted around, and after a while, she pouted and said, "It's not like I made you give me the blanket."
Fang Yi smirked, "So, it's my fault?"
"..."
Fang Yingying was momentarily speechless.
She couldn't help but roll her eyes again and said, "What exactly do you want? How about we settle this in a showdown?"
Fang Yi exhaled a puff of smoke and chuckled, "Are you sure you can beat me?"
Fang Yingying shrunk her neck and fell silent.
