Ah, now he'd done it! He'd gone and worried Luo Binghe; if he didn't recover quickly, his dear little roundworm would spend the rest of the night gnawing away at his belly, and neither of them would get any work done!

"Binghe!" he called back, stifling a final sniffle in his sleeve before raising a hand to wave and attract his husband's attention. "Don't fret," he gently chided the other man, putting a gentle and becoming smile on his face as he watched Binghe trot towards him. "This master is entirely well -- ACHOOO!!"

It was only thanks to his quick reflexes that he was able to raise his sleeve in time and avoid sneezing in the protagonist's face! And then, just to rub salt in his wounds, a perfect white flower blooms in his hair, just above one ear as if tucked there by a lover. So clearly he isn't to be allowed even a speck of dignity this evening.