But to be honest, this massage was quite comfortable. Fan Zhiyi even asked, "Use less pressure."
What happened that night was so bewildering that Fan Zhiyi felt for a moment that these scenes were no different from before, as if nothing had changed: "Bing Nandong, don't you think we're no different now than we were before?"
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have bothered with it in the first place.
"What before?"
"That's when we were still friends."
Unexpectedly, Bing Nandong stopped when he heard this: "Would friends help each other dry their hair in the middle of the night?"
Fan Zhiyi hadn't realized the danger yet: "No...will it?"
Bing Nandong's hand wandered towards the back of his waist, and then pressed it, causing Fan Zhiyi's waist to go limp. He almost fell onto the bed, but Bing Nandong quickly caught him and said in a stern tone, "How can friends rub each other's waists like this in the middle of the night?"
“…” Fan Zhiyi replied that the answer was definitely no.
"Then tell me what our relationship is. When I think about it carefully, you haven't given me the answer I want since I came back." Bing Nandong stood by the bed, looking down at Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi moved his mouth, but couldn't say the words for a long time. His face turned red, but his heart seemed to jump out of his body to tell Bing Nandong his answer first.
Bing Nandong leaned over, and Fan Zhiyi felt like he was about to be steamed. What was he going to do? What was he going to do next? Was he going to kiss him?
He closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look, and muttered very quickly: "The rain outside seems to be a bit heavy, hahahaha. I was soaked when I came back, and there was no one on the road. By the way, how was your outing this time? So how long did it take you to come back, and then you went to wait for me at the theater entrance, I, I, I, I, Xiao Hei has gained weight, did you notice..."
A coin hit his forehead, and then he heard Bing Nandong's laughter: "How silly."
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
Fan Zhiyi, unwilling to be outdone, snorted, "I'm quite experienced. I'm only pretending to be an idiot just to cooperate with you. As expected, I'm not suited to this kind of role, right? I'll stick with my smart persona..."
Caught off guard, Fan Zhiyi's words were interrupted, ending his illogical rambling. Bing Nandong's hand rested on the back of his head, and to adjust his posture, he half-knelt on the edge of the bed.
The two lips touched lightly, without much movement, and then separated after a few seconds of pause.
Fan Zhiyi could only stare at Bing Nandong with his mouth slightly open, looking dazed.
Bing Nandong's ears were red as if they were about to bleed, but his eyes were full of smiles. He also did not forget to tease Fan Zhiyi: "Didn't you say you are experienced? Your heart is beating so fast."
He took Fan Zhiyi's hand and placed it on Fan Zhiyi's chest: "Feel it yourself. I can hear it from such a distance."
Indeed, this heart is too disappointing.
Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong fiercely, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making his look like flirting: "Your heart is beating so fast, and kissing is not just about sticking together, you have to do this and that." Fan Zhiyi's voice became softer and softer, and he was a little unable to continue his story.
Bing Nandong felt a little awkward. He looked away for a moment, then angrily stared at Fan Zhiyi: "How can a person live if their heart isn't beating? What's wrong with it beating faster? I feel happy when I see someone I like!" Then he pursed his lips, a little embarrassed, "It's inevitable that it's awkward the first time. I'll get better after a few tries."
Bing Nandong frowned and began to criticize Fan Zhiyi: "What about you? You are still very unfamiliar with this."
"I, I, I haven't practiced for a long time." Fan Zhiyi replied with his neck tilted back, his face as red as a kettle, but he refused to admit defeat, "I, I..."
Fan Zhiyi tried to regain some ground, and then Bing Nandong leaned down again, and this time he moved, gently rolling his lips against Fan Zhiyi, as if testing, or examining, and kissed him a little harder.
As the mood got better, Bing Nandong let go of Fan Zhiyi, and put their foreheads together, but he opened his mouth and smiled: "Fan Zhiyi, breathe."
Fan Zhiyi was obedient and breathed slowly and steadily. Only then did he feel like he was alive again. He almost drowned in Bing Nandong's kiss.
The surging ocean in his mind swept him to the top of the wave.
Bing Nandong stroked the back of Shao Congyi's hair soothingly, then stood up straight. His tone was very happy, and his voice was hoarse with unsatisfied satisfaction: "The rain is too heavy, sleep here with me."
"Ah? Ahhh?" Fan Zhiyi snapped back to his senses. "This isn't good."
"What are you thinking about? Do you want to turn off the lights?"
"Yeah." There was only one bed. Fan Zhiyi's head was groggy and he didn't think too much. He quietly rolled up the quilt and slept in the innermost part, curled up in a ball.
He didn't take a shower tonight! Fan Zhiyi immediately sniffed himself, fortunately there was no smell of the snacks he had eaten earlier.
By the way, isn't their progress too fast?
The lights went out all of a sudden, not giving Fan Zhiyi any chance to worry anymore. Fan Zhiyi felt Bing Nandong approaching, and then fell asleep next to him.
Fan Zhiyi remained with his back to him, not daring to move, and whispered, "Do you want a blanket?"
"Um."
As a result, the two of them were just sleeping, without even a single extra word.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't sleep, so he quietly turned over, lay flat on his back, and whispered, "Bing Nandong, are you asleep?"
"No, I can't sleep."
It was rare for Bing Nandong to be so honest, so Fan Zhiyi said, "Let's chat. The play I saw tonight was really good. Honestly, I regret not being able to see the full version. Let's go see it together later. And I'm also very interested in your play. Let's go too."
"Okay, let's all go."
The answer was so perfunctory that Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes. Now that the play was mentioned, it was impossible for Fan Zhiyi not to recall the scene at that time. The more he recalled it, the more scared he felt. He even remembered the past when Xue Xiuniang chased him with a kitchen knife... Fan Zhiyi moved towards Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong didn't hear Fan Zhiyi's voice anymore. He endured it again and again, but still asked him quietly, "Why don't you say anything?"
"I'm scared." Fan Zhiyi curled himself up in the quilt, almost like a cicada pupa.
"Then let me tell you a ghost story?" Bing Nandong's voice sounded somewhat malicious.
Fan Zhiyi: "...I really kicked you down."
"..." In the dark night, a hand groped over and grabbed Fan Zhiyi, interlocking his fingers. The warm temperature transmitted over relieved the slight pain in the wound on his hand.
Fan Zhiyi thought that if someone with a cold body and icy hands and feet did something like this late at night, he would really kick that person out in fear.
Bing Nandong coughed uncomfortably: "So, what about this? Are you still scared?"
"Yeah." Fan Zhiyi felt strangely embarrassed. What kind of posture was this, like kindergarten kids holding hands while sleeping?
"Coward." The taunt came from Bing Nandong.
"Shh, don't say that word so late at night."
“…”
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