"Oh." Fan Zhiyi stared at him and suddenly reached out to grab his mask. He was still addicted to pretending, right? He was treating him like a pig again.
As soon as the fingertips touched the mask, the back of the hand was pressed down and the whole hand could no longer move.
"Zhifan." Bingnandong called his name.
This scene was so strange no matter how he looked at it. Fan Zhiyi yelled at him, "You have to talk like that, don't you?"
"I like you."
Fan Zhiyi: “…” You are addicted to confessing your love tonight, right?
"I really like you, love you, want to hug you and kiss you." Bing Nandong withdrew one hand to support the ground. After each sentence, he sat up a little and slowly approached Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi had a bad feeling. He was at a disadvantage and just as he tried to run, he was surrounded and pulled back.
Then their lips and teeth touched. Bing Nandong pinched the back of his neck and kissed him hard, as if he wanted to swallow him. His other hand did not stop either, and moved down across Fan Zhiyi's back. Fan Zhiyi's body trembled sensitively, and he bit him mercilessly with his mouth. His hands grabbed and scratched him, but Bing Nandong did not let him go.
His hands were tied behind his back at some point, but Bing Nandong still didn't forget to continue clasping his fingers together.
After the kiss, Fan Zhiyi felt like he was half dead.
"I'm sorry, don't be afraid of me." Bing Nandong softened his voice, kissed Fan Zhiyi's eyes, and then gently kissed his lips.
The cold mask irritated the skin on Fan Zhiyi's cheeks, and his breath was also cold. Bing Nandong kept saying "I like you" in his ear, his voice hoarse and low, and he nudged his neck in a suppressive manner, which was very itchy.
What followed was an overwhelming embrace and kissing. He was completely surrounded by Bing Nandong and lost himself in it. It seemed as if the only thing in the world was kissing. There was a bloody smell in his mouth at first, but then it disappeared. Bing Nandong apologized to him while expressing his love for him.
Fan Zhiyi heard Bing Nandong's thoughts, which continued continuously, showing the other party's excitement.
"I really want to go deeper, more intimate, more inseparable."
Fan Zhiyi's originally confused mind suddenly sounded alarms, and he struggled desperately. Finally, he took the opportunity to take a breath and slammed his forehead against Bing Nandong's head. With a "bang", Fan Zhiyi burst into tears in pain.
Bing Nandong was stunned for a second, staring at Fan Zhiyi, then suddenly couldn't help laughing, let go of him and wiped his tears with his hands.
Fan Zhiyi was angry and turned his head away. He really wanted to stab this bastard with his dagger again.
Bing Nandong held him in his arms and just sat there hugging him tightly: "I have just completed the task of improving my physical fitness every day."
Fan Zhiyi opened his bloody mouth and bit his shoulder, but Bing Nandong didn't let him go. He was still laughing, and his laughter became even happier. Fan Zhiyi suspected that this man was stupid.
"I like you, always have." Bing Nandong whispered in his ear, and his thoughts came through. "Really, I can't express it."
Fan Zhiyi's ears felt a little hot, and he felt an inexplicable melancholy in his heart.
After hugging quietly for a while, Bing Nandong suddenly asked, "Do you think we were just having a quarrel like a couple?"
Fan Zhiyi: "Are you sick?"
"Didn't you already know that?"
"Yeah yeah."
There was another moment of silence. After holding this position for too long, Fan Zhiyi's legs became stiff and numb. All the grudges and grievances were no longer angry because of his anger. What could he do if he was angry? "Can we stand up and talk it over?"
"Can you not choose Mr. Cen?"
Fan Zhiyi was filled with questions. "Dude, didn't you pretend that Cen Jun had lured me here? Now you regret it? What's wrong with you?"
Bing Nandong took Fan Zhiyi's silence as a tacit agreement, so he hugged Fan Zhiyi even tighter, the two of them fitting perfectly together. He buried his head in Fan Zhiyi's shoulder and thought, "Sure enough, it won't work if it's not Cen Jun?"
Fan Zhiyi really wanted to pry open his skull to see if there was tofu dregs inside. He really didn't understand the protagonist's train of thought. Even if he knew what the protagonist was thinking, how should he answer? If he answered yes, he would offend the ancestor in front of him. If he answered no, he would offend the protagonist's other identity. Why did he have to face such a neurotic multiple-choice question? It was not enough to ask before, and now he came to him in the middle of the night to drive him crazy and continue to ask.
"You're overthinking it." Fan Zhiyi muttered.
"What?"
"I say, big brother, less routine and more sincerity, the world is beautiful, understand the applause."
Bing Nandong: "..." Although he didn't understand, he actually applauded Fan Zhiyi, "Call me brother again."
Fan Zhiyi: "Nervous."
Bing Nandong: "..."
"The wound hurts." Bing Nandong said, "Go to sleep."
"Huh?" Just like this? Fan Zhiyi moved around, but he refused to do it. He wanted his warm bed.
Bing Nandong said, "Don't move. This time it really hurts."
Fan Zhiyi calmed down and pushed him: "Get up, I'll help you apply the medicine."
This went on for most of the night. Bing Nandong finally had the nerve to squeeze into the same bed with Fan Zhiyi as he wished. He hugged Fan Zhiyi from behind, and Fan Zhiyi heard the other's breathing finally calm down.
It seemed that he had really fallen asleep. Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes, sighed, and felt exhausted both physically and mentally.
Is his temper really so good? Did he calm down so quickly? Or was it because he was affected by those memory fragments? Fan Zhiyi felt that he seemed to be too tolerant of the protagonist.
This protagonist is not good, not good at all.
It's really annoying.
The next morning, Fan Zhiyi woke up to find no one around. He rubbed his eyes, unsure of the time, but he was no longer sleepy, so he went to the table to take out the storybook he had bought and flipped through it. He found a bag of spirit stones and a note on the table: "You promised to support me, don't break your promise again."
The image of last night was indelible, and Fan Zhiyi's face flushed. He only now began to feel embarrassed. Unable to concentrate on reading the storybook, Fan Zhiyi's face was filled with worry. He spread out a piece of paper and began to write his plan to send warmth.
Let’s finish the mission quickly and leave. If he stays any longer, he will be assimilated by the male protagonist and become weird.
How to send warmth... Ahhhh, so difficult! Fan Zhiyi rubbed his head. The first thought that came to his mind was kissing. Fuck, fuck, is he going to become a pervert too?
No, no, no, to send warmth, we must find a way to make the hero feel the beauty, positivity, and kindness of the world, and finally give up the idea of being a villain who destroys the world. What the hero cares about most is the white moonlight. If he uses the white moonlight... wouldn't it be too despicable?
During these days, Fan Zhiyi really saw one thing clearly: Bing Nandong really liked Bai Yueguang. This kind of love had a much greater impact than the few brief mentions in the book. As luck would have it, he might be the one who owed Bing Nandong a debt of love.
Fan Zhiyi sighed, and the pen in his hand unconsciously drew circles on the paper. It was over. Emotions were the most difficult to deal with.
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