Who Could Remember Him?

"AACHOO!"

"AACHOO!"

"Sniff sniff."

In the special luxurious private room of the food court of Aunt Qin, Ye Qian sneezed a few times shocking Yuan Meng.

"Huh, are you fine?"

Saying that she passed him a tissue and carefully placed the back of her palm on his forehead.

"Haha, nothing, I am completely fine."

Ye Qian chuckled and then wiped his nose with the tissue.

Even he didn't know how would he have sneezed all of a sudden.

With his immortal body, there was no way he would be sick or might get any kind of infection.

Much less infection, even the deadly poisons and viruses might cause no harm to him.

But now all of a sudden he sneezed.

This was completely out of his thinking.

"Heh, aren't you a superman, how are you getting sick like a little boy?"

With a smug Yuan Meng picked a glass of water and handed it to him.