Damn, I give up.
Fan Zhiyi took a deep breath and shook his head to make himself more awake. The moment he opened the door, all the feelings he had just felt were isolated outside the door, because he saw the leader of the Fusha Sect sitting on his stool and flipping through his notebook.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the leader raised his eyes and raised the corner of his mouth in a mocking arc: "Are you willing to come back?"
Fan Zhiyi, who had calmed down, asked: "...What are you doing here?"
"If I hadn't come here, how could I have seen such an innocent scene?"
Fan Zhiyi: "..." People will laugh when they are extremely speechless.
Bing Nandong stood up and walked towards Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi looked wary. Bing Nandong's expression darkened, and he deliberately quickened his pace and approached him angrily: "Why are you hiding? I'm not a cannibal."
"oh."
"Could you please not reply every time?"
"Well, ha, hey, yo, which one do you like?" He was very satisfied.
Bing Nandong: "...Humph, that Cen Jun just now, he didn't even see you take the antidote, but he was so anxious to kiss you." Bing Nandong's eyes were full of disdain, "He really didn't care about you."
No, buddy, you hate yourself so sincerely, this is the quality of a professional actor.
"Why are you here again? This is Tianyun Sect. Aren't you afraid that you will make a mistake and be executed on the spot?" Fan Zhiyi changed the subject and cooperated with him.
"I'm so happy that you care about me."
Fan Zhiyi: “…” This is really good at grasping the key points.
Seeing Fan Zhiyi's speechless expression, Bing Nandong couldn't help but chuckle, "Take the medicine quickly, don't delay, otherwise even if you are in unbearable pain, I can't help you."
“No.”
"Why?"
Fan Zhiyi sat on his bed: "Didn't you hear everything just now?"
"With that lame excuse of yours, only the head of the Tianyun Sect could be fooled by you." Bing Nandong came over and sat next to him, urging him, "Eat quickly."
Fan Zhiyi met Bing Nandong's eyes. He knew that as the leader of the sect, Bing Nandong did not have as many constraints as the head of the Tianyun Sect. He could do whatever he wanted. If he refused to eat, Bing Nandong would definitely find ways to make him eat.
Why? She clearly wasn't poisoned, yet she was so desperate to get him to take the medicine. Was it just to put on a show and tease him? Fan Zhiyi took out a pill and examined it carefully in his palm. It didn't taste bitter. Could it be sugar?
But he couldn't directly ask Bing Nandong what the medicine was, because given his current situation, he had no way of knowing that he was not poisoned. If he asked rashly, with his intelligence, Bing Nandong might trick him into revealing the secret.
Fan Zhiyi stared at the medicine, then at Bing Nandong. He then grabbed Bing Nandong's hand and pressed his fingers together. "I think the poison has been resolved. I don't need to take it anymore."
"Why do you feel this way?"
"That's it."
"This poison was developed by the deputy leader of my sect. It is colorless and tasteless. You won't feel anything after it enters your body, so your feelings don't count." Bing Nandong paused, his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.
Fan Zhiyi then heard his thoughts: "Zhiyi isn't the type to disregard his life based solely on feelings. I've been by his side these past few days. How did he realize that his poison had been cured?"
Fan Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, and his hands unconsciously curled up to suppress the unnatural expression on his face. This was indeed too risky. This male protagonist was too clever.
Fan Zhiyi explained dryly: "I am..."
Bing Nandong did not interrupt him. While waiting for him to make up his story, he held Fan Zhiyi's hand and looked intently at the emerald green ring on his hand, as if he was staring at some rare treasure.
The only thing in the room was the candle that Bing Nandong had lit on the desk where he was reading. The faint light could not illuminate the entire space, and the further inward the bed was, the darker it became.
Even though they had already done many intimate actions, Fan Zhiyi was still touched when Bing Nandong stared at him like that. He felt as if his hands were burned, and his fingers trembled timidly.
He heard Bing Nandong thinking, "Hands are pretty, they'll look even better with a ring on them. I want to suck them."
"I just felt it. What do you want to do?" Fan Zhiyi suddenly withdrew his hand with an abnormally large movement.
Bing Nandong looked up at him, but didn't pursue Fan Zhiyi's sudden action. "I thought about it for a long time and came up with this excuse."
"Do you have any objections?" Fan Zhiyi's face quickly turned red.
"have."
Fan Zhiyi: "...hold it in."
"You've become a lot bolder. I think it's because you feel that you have the support of the leader of Tianyun Sect." Bing Nandong said lightly, but his eyes were smiling, which showed that the person who spoke was not angry, but rather a little happy.
Fan Zhiyi ignored him, so Bing Nandong reached out again to push aside his drooping hair. Then he put his index finger into the hair, passed it around behind his ear, and moved it down along the outline of the ear, touching the earlobe and the small mole. Then he held Fan Zhiyi's face with his whole hand.
Bing Nandong's fingertips were cool, and the heat in the room gradually dissipated.
Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt dry mouth and wanted to drink water.
Bing Nandong said, "This medicine is very effective. It can strengthen the muscles and bones and stabilize the spirit. You are weak and your vital energy is deficient, so you must take it every day."
Now everything was explained, and Bing Nandong did not force Fan Zhiyi to explain why he suddenly rebelled and refused to take the medicine.
Fan Zhiyi still didn't dare to look at him, and replied softly: "I'll go get a glass of water, do you want one?"
"I do." Bing Nandong had just finished speaking when he turned over, hooked his arms around Fan Zhiyi's waist, pressed him down on the bed and kissed him.
The surging spiritual power flowed into Fan Zhiyi's mouth and tongue. The temperature was still rising. Fan Zhiyi had only one thought left: it was hot.
Then, Bing Nandong let him go, his eyes burning with passion, and he asked, "Is my kiss more comfortable, or that of the Tianyun Sect leader?"
Fan Zhiyi's face turned red. He wanted to bend his body, but Bing Nandong wouldn't let him. He wanted to avoid his eyes, but Bing Nandong still wouldn't let him. He was extremely persistent about this issue.
Isn't this all a disguise? Fan Zhiyi thought, his chest rising and falling more intensely, and his voice hoarse: "Enough, enough."
Bing Nandong tilted his head: "What do you mean enough?"
"The spiritual power transmitted today is enough." Fan Zhiyi's eyelashes trembled. Bing Nandong put one hand under the back of his neck, pinching it lightly, and with the other hand, he pressed Fan Zhiyi's hand on the bed, inserted his fingers into the gap, and intertwined their fingers.
Just staring at it, Bing Nandong thought: "Not enough."
Then he leaned over and forced Fan Zhiyi to raise his head so that he could kiss the earlobe with the mole, and then kissed the mole under Fan Zhiyi's lip.
Fan Zhiyi shivered, the heat seemed to burn his brain and flow everywhere.
Until Bing Nandong put Fan Zhiyi back on the bed, dark clouds appeared in his eyes.
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