Fan Zhiyi specifically asked Bai Bai to wake him up when he was about to fall asleep. If he couldn't wake up, he would use electronic sounds to stimulate him. Anyway, he couldn't fall asleep. He persisted for a whole night, feeling extremely ecstatic and with a splitting headache. When it was time to get up, Fan Zhiyi lay on the bed, trying to smother himself with a pillow to escape reality.
Anyone who has lived a human life knows that sometimes the desire to avoid certain things is enough to make people reckless, even to the things they love most. Fan Zhiyi is in this state now. Even offering him money has failed. It seems that he is truly heartbroken.
Bing Nandong got out of bed first and took care of everything. After counting the number of people, he found that no one was missing. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and silently hoped that maybe Gui had died in the fight yesterday.
Afterwards, Bing Nandong arranged what he needed to do, and took advantage of the break to return to the bedside. He paused, then lifted the curtain and saw Fan Zhiyi pretending to be dead.
Bing Nandong: "..." He began to pull at Fan Zhiyi's pillow, "What are you doing?"
Hearing Bing Nandong's voice, Fan Zhiyi reflexively jumped up and sat up. Although he tried his best to appear as natural as he did yesterday when he didn't know the true identity of "Cen Jun", his fear of the male protagonist was etched in his bones. Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but lean back stiffly, forcing a smile on his face: "Insomnia and headache."
Bing Nandong stared at the dark circles under Fan Zhiyi's eyes. The young man's complexion wasn't looking good, and his fatigue couldn't be hidden. His eyelids drooped, as if he couldn't open them. Actually, Bing Nandong hadn't slept all night either, but he didn't need much rest now, so he didn't notice anything unusual.
"You can rest here today."
"Oh." Fan Zhiyi couldn't ask for more. Since the male protagonist is already here, what's the point of his struggle? As long as the male protagonist waves his hand, their lives will be in danger. If the male protagonist is happy, they can go out.
Fan Zhiyi, who suddenly knew the truth, was not happy, but even sadder, and chose to lie down.
Facing Bing Nandong's slightly scrutinizing gaze, Fan Zhiyi stretched his smile to its maximum.
Bing Nandong said: "...Stop laughing and have a good rest." Laughing like that made him look more like a monster than he did.
"oh."
Bing Nandong: "..."
Fan Zhiyi's attitude seemed particularly cold compared to yesterday, but Bing Nandong was very good at making excuses for him, saying that it was because he didn't get enough rest.
Seeing Bing Nandong leave, Fan Zhiyi sighed: "Bai Bai, what are their plans for today?"
"According to everyone's wishes, the protagonist and his team plan to expand the barrier to the entire courtyard this morning. They are currently clearing out the ghosts in the courtyard. In the afternoon, they plan to form a team and go out to find a way out. The host really can't help much at this stage, so you can rest for a while."
Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi immediately lay back down, but he couldn't sleep. Staying up late not only made him mentally exhausted, but his mind was also a mess.
Fan Zhiyi turned over and lay on his stomach again, forcing himself to recall everything that "Cen Jun" had done around him in the past few days. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved and angry he became, so he took a pillow and planned to smother himself to death.
He admitted that he was no match for the male protagonist, and he chose to die on the spot.
Seeing this, Bai Bai said, "Host, please cheer up."
Fan Zhiyi pretended to be dead. When Bing Nandong turned back, he saw the same scene. His eyelids twitched, and he reached out to grab Fan Zhiyi's pillow again: "What's wrong with you?"
Bing Nandong's voice sounded like a death spell to Fan Zhiyi. He gave up struggling and rolled over again, his eyes dull. "I'm hungry."
"Here, there are some cakes and water." Bing Nandong handed the things wrapped tightly in oil paper bags and the kettle to Fan Zhiyi. He saw him sit up listlessly, took them, opened them, stuffed them into his mouth bit by bit, and then chewed them as if completing a task. From his expression, one could tell that the things were not tasty.
But I was telling him just two days ago that this thing was much better than the cakes others had given him before, and he enjoyed eating it...
Bing Nandong also wanted to send Fan Zhiyi away from this dangerous place immediately, but he still had things to do. Fan Zhiyi had just come back with great difficulty, so Bing Nandong naturally wanted to stay with him all the time.
Furthermore, they had developed feelings for each other through repeated dangers and interactions, so Bing Nandong had created such an environment. However, he would definitely not let Fan Zhiyi get hurt like before. He just needed him to trust himself and see himself differently from others.
The cake tasted like chewing wax, and the most important thing was that there was a pair of eyes staring at him motionlessly. Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to say anything, didn't dare to do anything, and could only maintain a mechanical movement and ask the system: "Bai Bai, is this the last meal before execution?"
"Don't worry, host, it's not true."
"Then why is he staring at me with that dark look?"
"..." Baibai took a photo of Zhang Bingnandong's expression and collected data to send to headquarters. Based on the feedback, it really didn't know how the host interpreted this look as gloomy. But it's better to be a little afraid. At least this way, I won't fall in love with him, right?
Baibai didn't know what it felt like to be liked, but he knew that this was his host's weak spot and not a good thing. Every time he was infected, the host became more and more miserable and the mission became less likely to be completed.
"When we get out, I'll take you to the best restaurant and eat the most delicious food." Bing Nandong suddenly said.
Fan Zhiyi: "Oh."
Bing Nandong: "..."
Suddenly, Bing Nandong stretched out his hand, and the fingertips that touched his cheek made Fan Zhiyi jump back like a cat with its fur standing on end, and then he pressed himself tightly against the wall, looking at Bing Nandong warily.
They both froze in place.
Fan Zhiyi still had the biscuit in his mouth, his eyes wide open. He looked at Bing Nandong, then after a second or two quickly reacted and sat back down: "Sorry, it was a reflex."
Fan Zhiyi mustered up the courage to grab Bing Nandong's wrist, forcefully pressed the back of his hand against his face, swallowed his saliva, stretched his neck, and closed his eyes righteously: "I'm a little afraid of pain, can you be gentler?" Oh, heaven, earth, and the hero, please give him a less painful way to die.
Bing Nandong: "..." Fan Zhiyi is still the same Fan Zhiyi, sometimes nervous, and he has no idea what is going on in the other person's mind.
Never mind, this is the person he likes.
But... this attitude is so weird, just like last night, he actually said that to him.
Bing Nandong was not polite at all. He grabbed Fan Zhiyi's cheek and pulled it without mercy, making Fan Zhiyi burst into tears and scream. He covered his face and looked at him with a pair of angry eyes that dared not speak.
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