Fang Cheng really wanted to give Ye Yuqing a whack with the hammer, preferably renovating her head so she wouldn't be such a pain in the neck all the time.
The Thunder-Strike Hammer had the ability to seal things. He just didn't know if it would work on her strange condition.
Just as Fang Cheng was about to put the Thunder-Strike Hammer away, Ye Yuqing, who should have been asleep, suddenly opened her eyes.
Fang Cheng: ...
Ye Yuqing looked at his face, then at the hammer in his hand. Her gaze gradually filled with horror.
Fang Cheng suddenly reached out and covered her eyes, saying gently, "You're dreaming."
Ye Yuqing immediately relaxed. "So it was a dream. You scared me... like hell it was!"
She sprang up from the bed, afraid that this bastard was planning to kill her and then live happily ever after with Minghui.
But as soon as she jumped up, she saw that Fang Cheng's hands were empty.
She was baffled. "Where's the hammer?"
Fang Cheng spread his hands and asked in return, "What hammer?"
His acting was far better than Ye Yuqing's. His bewildered expression was so convincing that it was impossible to tell whether he was faking it.
For a moment, Ye Yuqing even wondered if she was so tired that she'd started hallucinating.
"That can't be right. I definitely saw it."
She looked under the bed, but found nothing.
Fang Cheng pressed Ye Yuqing back onto the bed and gave her butt a sharp smack. "What hammer? If I really had one, I'd smash your stupid head with it. Now go to sleep."
Ye Yuqing covered her butt with both hands and burrowed under the covers.
She'd noticed that when Minghui controlled her body, Fang Cheng was especially fond of her chest.