Fan Zhiyi walked to the desk and looked at a note on it that said "Don't go out."
There is no need to say who wrote it.
Fan Zhiyi looked at the tightly locked doors and windows, and complained that even if he wanted to go out, Bing Nandong probably sealed everything off.
But maybe he was really bored, Fan Zhiyi actually tried it out. He pushed the door, and surprisingly, the door opened as soon as he pushed it, and the corridor outside was pitch black.
Fan Zhiyi: “…” It’s a trap, definitely a trap.
He slammed the door shut again. He was not stupid and would never be fooled.
Fan Zhiyi returned to the desk, but did not sit in the main seat. Instead, he sat casually on the ground opposite.
Shouldn't it be okay for him to use Bing Nandong's paper and pen?
Fan Zhiyi carefully pulled out a piece of white paper. The surface was smooth, and it was made of high-quality material. The brush rested on the inkstone, which still had some ink residue, likely from Bing Nandong's previous use.
Fan Zhiyi picked up the brush. He didn't know how to use it very well, so he wrote Chinese characters on the paper bit by bit.
The ink spread, and Fan Zhiyi wrote down the names "Amnesia", "Fan Zhiyi" and "Bai Bai", and drew arrows between them to help him organize his thoughts.
He definitely didn't hear it wrong last night. Bing Nandong said "amnesia" and "Fan Zhiyi".
Could it be that Fan Zhiyi had lost his memory before, and I look so much like him that Bing Nandong, in his confusion, mistook me for him and mistakenly believed he had lost his memory too? No, that was definitely not the case. First, Bing Nandong was perfectly lucid last night, so he wouldn't be able to distinguish a replacement from the original owner. Second, based on my years of reading, there shouldn't be so many coincidences. What was the truth?
No, I am the male protagonist’s white moonlight, right?
Fan Zhiyi was so scared by his own thoughts that he broke out in a cold sweat. Bah, what nonsense was he imagining? The plot couldn't be that outrageous. Besides, he had no idea about this novel when it was published online. He only opened it and read it later by chance. The setting of Bai Yueguang has always existed. How could it be him?
Plus, this novel wasn't normal, and neither was the male protagonist. What if he completely regarded himself as Bai Yueguang and was completely obsessed with love? If that were the case, he would even find someone to replace the person he liked, and couldn't even tell them apart. Fan Zhiyi would find it disgusting.
If possible, he really wished he had never opened this heart-wrenching novel. Alas, there is no regret medicine in the world, so let's continue analyzing.
Bai Bai explained that his mission was to bring warmth to the hero and get him to give up his dark thoughts. But what would happen after he gave up? What would happen to the Ghost Gate? Bai Bai also repeatedly warned him not to take the characters in the book too seriously, especially not to fall in love with the hero. Also, the hero knew about a golden retriever that didn't exist in this world. Who told him this?
With so many clues, it seems there's only one truth... Damn it, the more I think about it, the more I feel like I might really be the male protagonist's amnesiac. Help, I must have overlooked something. What is the main thread that connects all these clues?
Think again, think again...
"What are you writing?"
A sudden voice came from behind, frightening Fan Zhiyi so much that he stood up suddenly, threw away his pen and turned the paper over. As a result, he was caught off guard and bumped his head into the other person's face. Fan Zhiyi heard the person behind him "hiss" and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
It is Bingnan Dong.
Why does he walk silently?
Oh, he's a ghost. Don't ghosts make any noise when they walk? He can make noise when he wants to and be silent when he wants to be silent.
No, how long has he been here? How long has he been writing? Can he understand what he has written? My reaction is too big. Will he ask him to hand over the paper to see it?
Bing Nandong covered his face, and his eyes behind the mask stared straight at Fan Zhiyi.
After looking at each other for a few seconds, Fan Zhiyi felt a little guilty. The blow he just hit made his head hurt so much, with full force, not to mention the person he hit.
What should I do? This is so scary. I wonder if he is going to die.
"I brought you some food."
"Huh?" Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth slightly in surprise, but he didn't expect Bing Nandong to neither complain nor ask him to turn the paper over. Instead, he turned sideways so that Fan Zhiyi could see the food box on the table.
After all this time and not having eaten anything the previous night, Fan Zhiyi was indeed hungry. However, he didn't dare to. He really didn't understand what the man's expression was like under the silver-white mask, nor could he guess what he was thinking.
If possible, Fan Zhiyi really wanted to ask the male protagonist directly what he meant by "amnesia" last night, but he was afraid that the male protagonist would ask him why he knew it, and then find out that he had the ability to read minds, or anger him and make him game over.
Yes, mind reading. He could continue to use mind reading to listen to what the hero was thinking. Fan Zhiyi's eyes moved to Bing Nandong's hand, pursed his lips, and then carefully extended his hand.
Let's take a gamble.
The originally cautious action suddenly turned into a resolute gesture as he grasped Bing Nandong's hanging hand, palms touching. Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong's face, observing his expression, and his breathing tightened.
Bing Nandong still stared at him motionlessly, his eyes deep, like the deep sea, able to swallow everything.
"Does this action mean that you like me a little bit?"
The other person's inner thoughts came through, and Fan Zhiyi said: "..." He regretted it. He shouldn't have held it. This was the retribution for his careless prying into other people's inner thoughts and secrets.
Unfortunately, just as Fan Zhiyi was about to pull his hand back, he was grabbed tightly.
Bing Nandong's eyes gradually became tinged with danger: "It's a new day now."
"ah?"
Caught off guard, Bing Nandong bent down and gently pinched Fan Zhiyi's chin with one hand to make him raise his head to accept his kiss.
Fan Zhiyi struggled, but as the spiritual power was transferred into his body and stretched his meridians, his whole body became warm and even his soul felt comfortable, and this resistance gradually became weak.
The candlelight slanted for a moment, and the shadows were cast on the opposite wall, gradually overlapping. Fan Zhiyi didn't know how things developed in this direction again. He only knew that the person who kissed him was very excited. From standing, he gradually knelt in front of him, and then threw him from behind and pressed him to the ground.
The ground behind him was cold, but the body in front of him was warm, the breath was hot, and the kiss was hot, enough to melt him.
The other person's unique voice kept coming, and Fan Zhiyi's temples throbbed as he listened.
"I don't have a good impression of you anyway, so I might as well do everything I want to do."
"The mole on the earlobe, the mole under the lip... they're both so beautiful. The previous body also had a mole at the base of the leg. I wonder if this body has it."
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