At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Fan Zhiyi said, "Come in." When the door opened, he saw Bing Nandong standing outside the door in neat clothes. He looked like an immortal and it was impossible to connect him with the man who went crazy last night.
He was wearing a high-necked white shirt today, with a layer of sheeny white gauze on the outside. He looked extremely abstinent when he wasn't smiling, but his eyes when he looked at Fan Zhiyi were always warm.
The wind suddenly blew, and Bingnandong's hair swayed slightly, looking very soft.
Bing Nandong did not come in, but told him directly: "Let's go."
"Where are you going?"
"Didn't we say we should get to know each other better?"
Fan Zhiyi: "..." You are really not tired of me, brother. You just left and you come back in a new outfit.
What Bing Nandong called mutual understanding was that he sat in his office while Fan Zhiyi read a book on cultivation next to him.
Being the leader of the righteous sect is indeed not as good as being the leader of the Fusha sect. When he was the leader, he was so idle that he just hung around in front of him and teased him every day. Even if he just sat and watched him all day, the leader could still do it.
Fan Zhiyi glanced at the pile of documents on Bing Nandong's desk, which reminded him of the fear of being dominated by endless test papers in his senior year of high school. However, Bing Nandong had a very good posture and sat upright, which made people feel pleasing to the eye.
He stared at the document with his lowered eyes, and reminded Fan Zhiyi: "Don't be distracted."
Fan Zhiyi, who was caught, turned around and looked at the book with dense handwriting, and his head began to hurt again.
He studied quite seriously at the beginning and was able to slowly analyze and understand according to the notes marked above, but he could not bear it for a long time. He finally made it to lunch, which was brought to him by a disciple. After lunch, he had to continue studying, and Bing Nandong also continued to correct documents.
Fan Zhiyi yawned, put the book upright and lay down on the table, feeling drowsy. Then he felt the back of his paralyzed hand itchy and numb, but he was too sleepy to care about it.
The incense in the hall made everyone sleepy, and since Fan Zhiyi didn't sleep well last night, he fell asleep right away because he had no resistance.
He slept for more than half an hour, and when he woke up naturally, his arm was numb from the pillow.
After stretching his arms, he saw Bing Nandong still sitting there concentrating on reading the documents, his back still so straight, and he had already processed most of the documents. Fan Zhiyi admired him sincerely, otherwise he would be the male lead, his concentration and business ability would be different.
Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi stumbled upon a stick figure of a kitten he'd drawn on the back of his hand. There were only two people here, so it was obvious who had done it. Fan Zhiyi stared at the one who had done it.
Bing Nandong didn't look at him, as if he didn't know what happened to Fan Zhiyi. He sat very properly.
Fan Zhiyi curled his lips: "Childish."
"What did you say?"
"I think the Sect Leader is really powerful. He is dedicated to the people of the world. It is a great blessing for the world of immortal cultivation to have a Sect Leader every day." Fan Zhiyi forced a smile.
Bing Nandong closed the document in his hand and switched to another one: "How is the middle school in Shuimeng?"
"How can I study if I fall asleep? I will start working hard now."
"You just got the book and said the same thing before you went to bed."
"Say it a few more times to encourage yourself." Fan Zhiyi also sat up straight to make himself more sober.
Bing Nandong finally glanced at him and said softly, "Practice well."
"oh."
It was not until before dinner that Bing Nandong finally finished reviewing the documents and was finally able to go home. Fan Zhiyi now missed his bed in the snow-capped mountains very much.
At the end of the day, he hadn't gathered any useful information, but the good thing was that after an entire afternoon of practice, Fan Zhiyi had gained quite a bit. After working his brain for so long, he was sure to get a good night's sleep tonight.
Back at the Snow Mountain Courtyard, before everyone returned to their rooms, Bing Nandong called out to him, "Zhifan, the poison hasn't been removed yet."
"I don't understand."
"Nonsense." Bing Nandong grabbed the man and asked him to look at him, but when his head got close, Fan Zhiyi blocked it with his hand.
Fan Zhiyi said boldly, "I've learned a lot from reading today. We live a lifetime, and the worst that can happen is death. But be careful not to cheat or deceive others, or you'll get into trouble."
Bing Nandong stared at him with his dark eyes: "These are not mentioned in the books you read."
"I realized it."
"You won't die." Bing Nandong covered the back of his hand that was blocking his way. "This kind of thing won't happen. Don't say this word to me again next time, okay?" After saying that, he gently pecked Fan Zhiyi's palm.
Fan Zhiyi was not stupid. He guessed that Bing Nandong was still brooding over Bai Yueguang's death, so he pursed his lips, looked at the snow, and responded softly.
"Yi Zhifan, look up and look at me."
Fan Zhiyi didn't move. He could feel the dizzy and uncomfortable feeling all over. He didn't know what he wanted, but the irregular beating of his heart and the imbalance of his breathing rate showed that something was changing.
He didn't move, so Bing Nandong leaned over to touch his lips and gave him a light kiss. Fan Zhiyi was like a piece of wood, allowing Bing Nandong to pry open his mouth and send spiritual power in.
Compared to the kiss here yesterday, today's kiss was more profound. Fan Zhiyi's ears and face were burning.
Perhaps he was frozen for too long by the cold air on the snowy mountain, Fan Zhiyi thought, but he knew in his heart that this self-deceiving excuse would not cover up for long.
At the end, Bing Nandong smiled in his ear, and his handsome features became even more outstanding because of his happiness.
"I really don't know how to let you know how much I like you."
"Zhifan, your heartbeat is so loud and fast."
Bing Nandong stroked his cheek: "Do you want me to take you back to your room?"
Fan Zhiyi finally got furious: "We can go to the other room in less than three minutes. What the hell!"
"Good night, sweet dreams." Bing Nandong let him go, but stood where he was, apparently wanting to watch Fan Zhiyi walk back.
Fan Zhiyi took a few steps, then suddenly turned around and said quickly, "You too."
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