Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

He snorted coldly, picked up the bucket, and emptied the water from the bathtub, bucket by bucket.

She went to the kitchen and boiled a pot of water for herself.

She didn't light the charcoal again until she had filled her own bathtub, and then she closed the door again.

snort!

Looking at Yin Qingyou, who was curled up in a ball on the bed, Fang Ruofei smiled coldly.

After she took a bath, she sat there wringing out her hair, and at that moment she couldn't help but miss the days when she had maids to serve her.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel resentful again, all because of Yin Qingyou. She blamed Yin Qingyou for refusing to move to the Ouyang residence; otherwise, she wouldn't be living this kind of life.

Wait a minute, she could pretend to be sick, and then... run out of money. Yin Qingyou can't just watch herself suffer like that!

Her eyes lit up at the thought.

She desperately wanted to move into the Ouyang residence; a day apart felt like three autumns, and she missed Ouyang Ye terribly.

Having come up with this great idea, Fang Ruofei opened the door and went out without putting on her clothes.

She was wearing a thin undershirt, her hair wasn't completely dry, and she had just taken a shower, so her pores were all open.

Standing outside, a cold wind was blowing in the dead of winter.

It was so cold that Fang Ruofei's teeth were chattering after only a short while.

Clunking and clattering.

She hugged herself tightly; it was so cold. At that moment, she desperately wanted to go back to the warm house and sleep in a soft, fragrant blanket.

But when she thought about her purpose, Yin Qingyou's heart hardened even more.

How can someone who is so ruthless to themselves not succeed?

Yin Qingyou lay in the warm blankets, looking at the silhouette in front of the door, the figure trembling slightly.

"hehe--"

Yin Qingyou suddenly scoffed. This kind of person really knows how to fight.

However, she got sick... she just got sick.

She'll regret it then!

Yin Qingyou hugged the blanket, turned over, and went back to sleep.

"Achoo—Achoo—"

Fang Ruofei was outside, and she started sneezing one after another.

Finally, she couldn't resist any longer and went inside.

It was so cold that my hair, which wasn't completely dry, was now slightly frozen and very stiff.

Fang Ruofei sat there, wrapped the blanket on the bed around herself, picked up a cup of hot water, and took a few sips.

After taking a sip, he exhaled a puff of mist.

Despite all the physical discomfort, she didn't feel any pain at all.

She was trembling the whole time, even though she was in a warm room and wrapped in a blanket.

She sat there for a while, then went to the bedside and lay down on the outside, wrapped in the quilt, her eyes fixed on the dying candle flame.

His eyes shone with unwavering determination.

As dawn broke, Yin Qingyou got up, dressed, and saw that Fang Ruofei, who was still asleep, had a flushed face. Clearly, she had a fever.

He brought this on himself; he deserved it and even tried to trap himself.

But is it too cruel of her to use her own body like this, or does she overestimate herself?

Does she think she's some kind of important person in her own heart? Can she please stop being so arrogant?