Bing Nandong held Fan Zhiyi's hand with one hand, pinched his earlobe with the other hand, then stroked Fan Zhiyi's face for a while, and then moved down to touch the base of his legs.
Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt a chill in his mind and suddenly woke up from the comfortable kiss. He pushed Bing Nandong hard in fear.
His breathing was disordered and his chest was heaving violently, but the person in front of him remained calm.
Bing Nandong pressed and rubbed Fan Zhiyi's palm, and his inner voice came over: "She is so beautiful, I can never kiss her enough."
Fan Zhiyi was so ashamed that he closed his eyes and turned his head away, not wanting Bing Nandong to see his face.
He had lived for most of his life, and this was the first time he had been praised for his beauty. And Bing Nandong was indeed a ghost, a very charming ghost who could deceive people, making him forget to resist and even indulge in the joy he created.
He didn't like this, didn't like the feeling of being completely led and controlled, which made him feel as if he didn't belong to himself.
So scary.
Who could have imagined that he and Bing Nandong, who had never gotten along well, would have such an ambiguous relationship so quickly. Furthermore, the other party was a moody, murderous devil.
"Open your eyes and look at me." Bing Nandong lifted Fan Zhiyi's head, but Fan Zhiyi's eyelashes were trembling and tightly closed, like a butterfly in a cage, fragile, breakable, and with nowhere to escape.
Wet kisses fell on her eyes and her waist was touched.
If I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have held her hand. It’s your own fault.
***
Fan Zhiyi's face flushed as he held the bowl to eat. There was a plate of snow-white rabbit soft cake on the table. The first thing Fan Zhiyi saw when he was eating reminded him of the clay pot rice in his real world. There was a layer of chili sauce on the top. Fan Zhiyi mixed the rice evenly and ate it hard, not daring to look at Bing Nandong.
He never knew that simply being kissed could make sounds that didn't seem like something he could make. Moreover, his lips became numb from the kiss and his legs were so weak that he couldn't even stand. Bing Nandong helped him up and he rested for a while.
It is true that what you learn from books is always shallow, and you must practice it to truly understand it. I have learned a lot, really learned a lot.
But just because he doesn't look at Bing Nandong doesn't mean Bing Nandong doesn't look at him.
Bing Nandong held up his face and kept staring at him. Fan Zhiyi felt very uncomfortable. But Bing Nandong knew his embarrassing situation and did not restrain himself at all. Instead, he became even more presumptuous, as if he was deliberately teasing him. It was really bad.
"Is it tasty?"
"Yeah, yeah." Fan Zhiyi nodded vigorously.
"Eat this cake."
Fan Zhiyi obediently took one and found it soft, chewy, fragrant, and just the right amount of sweetness. He tactfully commented, "It's delicious! This kind of pastry is only found in heaven, rarely seen on earth. I'm truly blessed to have it."
Bing Nandong chuckled: "I made it, and I also made this meal."
“Cough cough cough!”
Fan Zhiyi choked. The instigator slowly poured him a cup of tea and continued to stare at him: "You are not a child. How can you choke while eating?"
Fan Zhiyi was too lazy to argue with this madman. Whose fault was it? Ah, whose fault was it?
But after being kissed for so long, it wasn't all in vain. At least he had gotten a new piece of information. "Previous body," "this body," what did it mean? How did this relate to amnesia?
"By the way, I seem to have only helped you stabilize your soul just now, and I forgot to give you the medicine, so I will have to help you again after you take the medicine." Bing Nandong suddenly said.
Fan Zhiyi lowered his head, not looking at him or replying. This guy must have done it on purpose! He got the advantage and still acted ungratefully. If I had known earlier, I would have stabbed him last night to relieve my hatred.
"I've already made the arrangements. As long as you don't leave this area, you can go wherever you want. But be careful not to get scared."
"Scared?"
"This place is a ghost town. What do you think would scare you?"
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Thank you, he didn't want to go out for a walk at all.
"This is for you."
Fan Zhiyi looked up when he heard this, only to see Bing Nandong placing a bag on the table. "This is a Qiankun bag, filled with spirit stones. I'll teach you how to use it tomorrow."
Fan Zhiyi knew about the Qiankun bag. Almost every novel about cultivating immortals always had a magic weapon that could hold a lot of things.
But what he was curious about was why the male protagonist felt that he could not use the spirit stones here. Although Fan Zhiyi did not know how the spirit stones here were converted, after all, he had traveled through time and space, but no matter what, this body he took over had lived in this world for a long time. How could he not use the spirit stones at all? So why did the male protagonist say that?
As if he was seen through, Fan Zhiyi looked into Bing Nandong's eyes and felt that those eyes could see through everything and were staring into his soul, which was so terrifying.
"It seems that you really don't know how to use spirit stones." Bing Nandong supported his head with his hands and smiled.
Fan Zhiyi didn't know what this person was laughing at, but it seemed like he was testing him.
hateful!
Just like that, the back of Fan Zhiyi's hand resting on his knee was covered by a warm palm. After all, they had already kissed each other, so Fan Zhiyi could tolerate just a touch on the back of his hand. But Bing Nandong was obviously not satisfied with this. His flexible and slender fingers squeezed between his fingers and played with each of his fingers.
Fan Zhiyi was really scared, afraid that he might hear some extraordinary inner voice, but if he wanted to know the hero's thoughts and learn more of the truth, he would inevitably have to use mind reading.
Fan Zhiyi was so conflicted that the food in his mouth suddenly lost its flavor. In addition, the explicit look next to him seemed to strip him naked. After spending such a night together, Fan Zhiyi finally understood how restrained the male protagonist was when he was in the haunted house.
"Don't you want to open it and take a look at the Qiankun bag I gave you?"
Fan Zhiyi resigned himself to putting down the spoon in his hand, and pulled his hand back from Bing Nandong's clutches. He then opened the Qiankun bag, glanced at the smiling Bing Nandong, and then reached in to grab it and take a look.
With the heavy spirit stones in his hand, Fan Zhiyi was still able to remain calm. He put the handful of spirit stones on the table, then grabbed another handful, put it on the table again, and grabbed another handful... Finally, Fan Zhiyi picked up the entire Qiankun bag and poured it onto the table. He was stunned by the spirit stones that were sparkling like running water.
He knew that this Qiankun bag could hold a lot, but it seemed like it could hold too much.
The spirit stones covered the entire table like a small hill, then fell to the ground and piled up into a small hill, and there was no sign of it ending.
Help, help, how much is this in RMB?
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