Fang Yuqing, after hearing Lin Caining's persuasive advice, found it quite reasonable.

But the most important reason was that she was now extremely hungry.

The thought of the pictures Zhang Yi had sent her, those Wagyu steaks, Australian lobsters, and the assortment of desserts and fruits, made her mouth water.

All pretense was set aside for the sake of satisfying her hunger.

So she took out her phone, found Zhang Yi on WeChat, and sent him a voice message in the gentlest tone she could muster.

Zhang Yi was at home, lounging on the sofa and watching TV shows.

Most television stations around the world had stopped broadcasting, but he had already downloaded a plethora of classic movies and variety shows to pass the long, dull hours.

"Ding-dong!"

His phone chimed.

Zhang Yi picked it up and saw it was Fang Yuqing.

A teasing smile immediately appeared on his lips.

This woman, her pitiful pride could no longer hold up.

He opened the voice message and immediately heard Fang Yuqing's trembling, coquettish voice.

"Hmph, Zhang Yi, you stinky little brother! You haven't chatted with me for so many days, you're really the worst!"

"It was just a few days ago that I scolded you, and I regretted it right away!"

"But as a girl, it's embarrassing to speak up first. You stinky little brother, you have no idea how to be considerate!"

Fang Yuqing, as a green tea White Lotus, was quite skilled at acting cute and coquettish.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to charm Zhang Yi so easily in her previous life.

It must be said, hearing her sweet voice did make Zhang Yi's bones go soft.

He gritted his teeth; this little vixen, if he didn't know how vicious her heart was, he would have really wanted to take care of her!

Zhang Yi replied with a message.

"I've been feeling unwell lately, probably sick, so I haven't been checking WeChat."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yuqing quickly asked, "Sick? Did you catch a cold? You must keep warm in this weather."

"No, it's heatstroke."

Zhang Yi responded.

Fang Yuqing stared at the message, dumbfounded.

Heatstroke?

Are you damn kidding me?

Their home temperature had already plummeted to minus fifty or sixty degrees.

Every day they had to wrap themselves in blankets, huddling together with Lin Caining for warmth, shivering so much they couldn't sleep peacefully.

And you're telling me you have heatstroke?

"Zhang Yi, stop joking. How can you get heatstroke in such cold weather?"

Zhang Yi sent over a "curious" emoji.

"Cold? Oh, I have a fireplace in my room, so I don't really feel it."

"This thing, when lit, makes the room uncomfortably hot, probably got sick from sleeping in front of the fire a few days ago!"

As he spoke, Zhang Yi took a photo with his phone of the blazing fireplace, casually including his bare legs in the shot.

He also inadvertently captured the piles of snacks on his coffee table, as well as the leftover lamb chops and chicken legs.

Then, he sent the photo to Fang Yuqing.

Fang Yuqing saw the photo sent by Zhang Yi.

If the previous photos had only made her feel a bit sour, this one ignited a fiery jealousy in her eyes!

A fireplace!

That was a godsend for warmth!

Even in the distant north, with one in the house, there would be no problem despite the outdoor temperature being tens of degrees below zero.

The heating power of this thing was even stronger than central heating, after all, you could roast by the fire!

Fang Yuqing had been freezing for ten days, almost losing all sensation in her body.

Now, besides food, what she desired most was a means of warming up!

A few days ago, she and Lin Caining had burned a chair in their house for warmth.

Although it only maintained the heat for a brief moment, the high temperature of the flames moved her to tears on the spot.

But there were few things left in the house to burn.

After burning them, all she could do was reminisce about that feeling.

Who would have thought that Zhang Yi, of all people, would have a fireplace at home!

Tianhai City was a southern city, where even in the depths of winter, there was no need for down jackets, so who would install a fireplace in their home?

Fang Yuqing didn't have the luxury to ponder this question; her eyes were glued to the photo, with only one thought in mind—she wanted to go to Zhang Yi's house!

Seeing Zhang Yi's carefree appearance with his bare legs and the table full of food, he had become Fang Yuqing's greatest hope!

Lin Caining, curled up in a blanket beside her, noticed the change in Fang Yuqing's expression.

She leaned over to look and was also stunned, exclaiming, "My God! This photo can't be photoshopped, right? How could anyone live so well at a time like this!"

"This is simply paradise!"

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Fang Yuqing suddenly came to her senses.

"Yeah, everyone's starving and freezing at home. Why should Zhang Yi be so comfortable?"

"Maybe this photo, and the previous ones, were all photoshopped by him."

She had a brainwave and made a video call to Zhang Yi.

True or false, one glance would tell.

Lin Caining also leaned in, staring intently at the screen.

Zhang Yi saw the call invitation and his expression was somewhat mocking.

He was quite keen to see this White Lotus humbly begging him.

If he couldn't watch her die in despair, how could he make up for his tragic death in his previous life?

So he reached out and answered the call.

As soon as the call connected, both sides saw each other's situation.

Zhang Yi had just finished exercising, lying lazily on the sofa with his upper body bare.

The room was brightly lit, with fitness equipment in the background, and the kitchen was stocked with plenty of ingredients.

Occasionally, he would cook for himself as a leisure activity.

So in the kitchen, he had casually stored boxes of dried scallops, fish maw, abalone, instant noodles from Seven Treasures, and luxury canned goods like caviar and truffles.

To him, these were just snacks to enjoy occasionally.

But for the two women on the other end of the camera, these were the most wonderful foods they could dream of!

Compared to Zhang Yi's comfort, Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining on the other end looked quite disheveled.

Wrapped in thick blankets due to the low temperature, many cosmetics were unusable, so they appeared somewhat haggard.

They no longer had the refined look of their usual days.

Seeing Fang Yuqing, a hint of disappointment flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.

The goddess he had once pursued so desperately was just so-so without makeup, at best a six out of ten.

Thinking of his long obsession with Asian sorcery, he cursed inwardly: "Shakeit, damn it, old horse!"

The two women didn't notice Zhang Yi's expression.

At that moment, their eyes were completely captivated by the things in Zhang Yi's house.

His bare upper body indicated that the indoor temperature of Zhang Yi's house was definitely very comfortable.

The bright lights, in days when electricity was limited to less than an hour, were beyond their wildest dreams.

After all, the use of high-power electrical appliances was officially prohibited, or else the power would be forcibly cut off.

Especially the mountain of food piled up in the kitchen, it made the two women, who had been eating compressed food for a long time, green with envy!