"Then, you..." Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth, but was too embarrassed to say it out loud. If he said it, it would feel like he was inviting a kiss. His fingertips scratched the hanging clothes out of embarrassment.
Fan Zhiyi thought for a moment, then closed his eyes and went to work: "If the Sect Leader is willing, you can use this kiss to transfer spiritual energy into my body to help me stimulate the efficacy of the medicine and improve my physical condition."
"What kind of weird technique is this?" Bing Nandong frowned and asked in an instant, "Where should I kiss?"
Fan Zhiyi was nervous, but since it had been mentioned and they had kissed so many times before, it was no big deal: "Kiss."
Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes and looked at him, and saw that Bing Nandong had widened his eyes slightly. The leader of the sect seemed a little at a loss at this time.
"Kiss, where do you want to kiss?" Bing Nandong asked.
We've kissed so many times, why are you pretending? Fan Zhiyi replied: "Mouth."
Bing Nandong thought, "Zhiyi is cute when he pretends to be calm even when he's pushed into a corner."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Before he leaves this world, he must beat Bing Nandong so hard that even his own father won't recognize him.
Bing Nandong didn't move for a long time, and Fan Zhiyi urged him: "Hurry up, time will pass soon." He was really anxious, and he didn't want to experience what the male protagonist felt like when he was in excruciating pain.
"I'm sorry." Bing Nandong said, and held Fan Zhiyi's clasped hands even tighter. He put his other hand on the back of Fan Zhiyi's neck and lowered his head slightly, but stopped at the moment their noses touched, his breathing rapid.
Bing Nandong said: "Close your eyes."
Fan Zhiyi's eyelashes trembled. He could hear his own heartbeat, thump-thump, echoing. He wondered if Bing Nandong could hear it.
Close your eyes, you fucking idiot.
Fan Zhiyi grabbed the man's collar and started to hit him with great vigor and confidence. He used a lot of force and when their lips touched, it hurt so much that his eyes became hot and he closed his eyelids tightly.
Bing Nandong narrowed his eyes and did nothing.
Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth half an inch: "Open your mouth, spiritual power..."
Before he could finish his words, Bing Nandong held his head and pressed their lips against each other.
This time it was a success. Bing Nandong acted innocently and awkwardly, stopping just enough and not crossing the line. When they separated, their foreheads rested against Fan Zhiyi's, breathing lightly.
Fan Zhiyi felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he heard Bing Nandong thinking, "It's rare for Zhiyi to take the initiative in a kiss."
Fan Zhiyi: “…” His fist hardened.
Then, Bing Nandong thought again: "The poison has been cured long ago, so I should wait until Zhiyi brings it up when he regains his memory."
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
Fan Zhiyi: “!”
Fan Zhiyi: “!!!”
Fan Zhiyi silently let go of his hand, furious.
Bing Nandong even asked, "Did the leader help you detoxify in the same way before?"
"Yes, I really hate him!" If he said any more, Fan Zhiyi was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and would really fight with the male protagonist. It was like this again, and he lied to him again. Is it fun to lie to him!
Bing Nandong: "...Besides poisoning you, what else did he do to you?"
"I don't want to talk about it. I'm annoyed when I mention him, and I'm annoyed when I see him. I'm tired and I'm going back to sleep." After saying that, Fan Zhiyi immediately turned around and left. If he believed his nonsense again, he would get another big bag of spirit stones from him.
"I will help you avenge this vengeance."
"oh."
"I'm in the candlelit room next door. If you need anything, come and see me."
Fan Zhiyi ignored him and was very angry. He swept the snow on the ground in front of him with his foot in annoyance, then sighed dejectedly and wandered back to the room slowly. As soon as he opened the door, someone covered his eyes and pressed him against the door panel.
The other person's breath was very cold, colder than the snow on the ground outside the house.
Fan Zhiyi tilted his head. This was Tianyun Sect, and the male protagonist was still on this snowy mountain. So whoever showed up here and did this to him... Fan Zhiyi really didn't want to doubt that the person in front of him was Bing Nandong, whom he had just parted with.
"I heard you say you hate me, are you still angry?"
Well, this voice, this tone, is that bastard Bing Nandong. It seems that he has changed into the identity of the leader again.
Fan Zhiyi endured it again and again, forget it, he is the male lead, he can't afford to offend: "No, take your hands away."
"No, you'll get even angrier if you see me."
"Then hurry up and go."
"How cruel! I didn't even have time to treat my injuries and spent the entire night searching for you. I heard you'd returned to the Tianyun Sect, and I was worried the Sect Master wouldn't help you detoxify, so I rushed over in a hurry. And that's what I saw."
"Oh, you came at the right time."
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi's indifferent expression, and finally just sighed and rested his head on his neck. The tip of his nose was filled with Fan Zhiyi's scent. The two of them were very close. Bing Nandong whispered, "I'm so jealous."
Why should you be jealous of yourself? What's more, it's you who has always had the upper hand and gained the advantage. Brother, don't make yourself sound so miserable. Please, he is the real victim.
“…”
There was a moment of silence between Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong. Bing Nandong hooked his other hand around the tip of Fan Zhiyi's index finger and rubbed it, "Why are you so reluctant only towards me? How can you stop hating me?"
"Leave now and let me calm down." Fan Zhiyi tried his best to calm down. Although he would not get angry most of the time, it did not mean that he had no temper.
"No, that Mr. Cen has no sense of humor at all. He's no match for me, and he doesn't know what to do. Zhifan, let me help you."
Fan Zhiyi clenched his fists, unable to bear it any longer, and swung out a punch with full force. Bing Nandong did not dodge, and the fist hit the wound on his chest. Fan Zhiyi only heard the other party groan, and then he was grabbed by the arm and staggered forward a few steps, and then fell to the ground together.
Now, my vision finally returned.
There was no light in the room. Fan Zhiyi supported himself on both sides of Bing Nandong with his hands, but at least he didn't press him down. An adult man still has some weight. If he really pressed down, Bing Nandong's wound would probably be hit hard again.
He saw Bing Nandong's lips pressed into a line, his eyes tinged with pain. Fan Zhiyi thought, "Serves you right. I told you to leave or not." But he still looked cowardly, afraid that the male protagonist would really kill him if he got upset. So he immediately explained without any sincerity, "I just wanted to scare you. It's your fault for not letting go or hiding."
"I'm fine." As he said this, Bing Nandong tilted his head and coughed a few times, his whole body exuding a fragile aura.
Fan Zhiyi was originally filled with rage, but seeing the other party's expression, he softened his heart for a moment and tried to stand up. However, a pair of hands directly climbed onto his waist and pushed Fan Zhiyi down, causing him to sit right on Bing Nandong's waist.
This position, this posture, it's killing me.
Before Fan Zhiyi could get angry, Bing Nandong said uncomfortably, "My wound has opened again."
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