The firelight reflected in Fan Zhiyi's eyes. Fan Zhiyi always felt that the fire should be brighter, illuminating everything, as dazzling as boiling magma, just like... just like the map of the sea of fire he had seen before, with thousands of ghosts struggling in it and unable to escape.
Everything should be burned to ashes, leaving only a barrier, and within the barrier...
Fan Zhiyi was suddenly frightened by his own thoughts. Why did he suddenly think like that? He was just like Ye Gong who loved dragons. If ten thousand ghosts really appeared, he might as well finish himself off right there and then to avoid being scared and running away again. He had had enough of the haunted house. It hadn't been long since he had a peaceful life.
Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Bing Nandong followed Fan Zhiyi's gaze and stared at the fire. Then his eyes darkened, and with a slight gesture, he dispersed the fire that Fan Zhiyi had summoned. He pretended to move to help him: "What's wrong?"
Fan Zhiyi waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm thinking!"
Seeing that he was still so energetic, Bing Nandong just reminded him: "Don't think too much, or you will have a headache again."
"Oh." Fan Zhiyi came back and sat down to read, but this time he couldn't concentrate at all. The more he tried not to think about it, the more he started to think about random things, thinking about the sea of fire just now.
Bing Nandong put down his pen and interrupted him: "Your cultivation is improving rapidly. The Burning Ghost Technique just now was quite good, but you still need to control the direction and strength. Just practice a few more times."
"good!"
Noticing Bing Nandong was still looking at him and hadn't returned to his duties, Fan Zhiyi stared at him and asked something he had always been curious about: "Besides reviewing these things here every day, as the head of the sect, don't you have to attend meetings or meet with people?"
"There is also a deputy head, Junior Sister Xu. She is in charge of managing and arranging routine meetings and affairs, and distributing tasks to the elders of each department."
"oh."
Bing Nandong was still looking at him, his eyes were frank and uninhibited, making Fan Zhiyi feel particularly uncomfortable. This expression was very similar to Bing Nandong at night, the one who could make him... Stop! Fan Zhiyi didn't want to let his thoughts wander any further. Damn Bing Nandong, his eyes were seriously OOC, his acting skills today were not up to standard!
"Do you want to hold hands?" Bing Nandong asked suddenly.
"ah?"
"Don't we hold hands several times every day?" Bing Nandong stretched out his hand towards Fan Zhiyi, and hooked his fingertips slightly, signaling Fan Zhiyi to quickly hand over his hand.
Fan Zhiyi also had his own little thoughts, so seeing this, he simply took the step and shook hands with him.
Although Bingnan Dong was the one who held hands, it was Fan Zhiyi who asked the question first: "Since I came to Tianyunmen, have you noticed anything unusual on the snowy mountain at night?"
"What does Zhifan mean?" Bing Nandong looked up at him with an ambiguous smile on his lips and asked back.
Fan Zhiyi continued to make up a story: "Nothing, I just always feel like something is staring at me at night. It's not very comfortable and it's really creepy."
"I have set up a barrier and magic circle on the snowy mountain. Outsiders cannot enter. Even if they force their way in, I will be able to sense it immediately."
Fan Zhiyi retorted: "Then is there any way to enter without alerting you?" Bing Nandong explained this way without fear that he would suspect him, even though he already knew that this person was a psychopath.
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi gravely for a long moment before he said, "Zhifan, do you want to take someone back to the Snow Mountain?"
“…”
Fan Zhiyi didn't answer. His mood suddenly became bad, because just as he didn't expect, after Bing Nandong put on the gloves, he could no longer listen to the other party's thoughts.
Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong like this. The oppressive feeling he gave him was silently increasing. He didn't know what he was thinking, which made Fan Zhiyi feel very uneasy.
The fear he had for Bing Nandong in the past gradually rose again. Although he had been peeking into Bing Nandong's heart for so long and knew that Bing Nandong would not do anything to him, the image of Bing Nandong in the original book was deeply rooted. Fan Zhiyi believed that the personality traits imposed on him by the author would not be easily eliminated, but were simply hidden very well by Bing Nandong and not revealed too much in front of him.
But it does exist after all. How can Fan Zhiyi not be worried and afraid?
So, Fan Zhiyi shook his head silently and stood up the book in his hand, indicating that he wanted to practice well and didn't want to be disturbed anymore.
But immediately, his bony fingertips pressed down on the top of the book, pushing it back.
Fan Zhiyi ignored it. The next second, a warm kiss suddenly and heavily rolled over his lips. The pressure made Fan Zhiyi lean back. He supported himself on the ground with the other hand that was not holding the book, so he did not fall down.
Summer was scorching hot, and even in the mountains, once the early morning cooler arrived, the temperature wasn't much better. Therefore, in this season, Bing Nandong's kiss was particularly scorching.
The wind started to blow, and suddenly rushed in through the window, blowing the layers of gauze curtains hanging in the room into fluttering and the beaded curtains underneath making a clatter.
The figures of Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong could only be seen roughly through the thin curtains. The young man who was at a disadvantage kept retreating, while the person above him was getting closer and closer, and even asked for more and more urgently.
If you retreat any further you will fall.
Fan Zhiyi thought, what would happen if he really fell down, so he used the hand that was supporting himself to resist stubbornly, shaking several times, looking extremely pitiful.
The book finally fell to the floor with a "thump".
Bing Nandong finally let him go, giving Fan Zhiyi a chance to catch his breath.
Their breaths blended together as they stared at each other closely. Fan Zhiyi felt as if he was being held down by a wild beast, unable to escape. But in the blink of an eye, the waves surging in Bing Nandong's eyes were quickly retracted by him. The aggressive look just now seemed like Fan Zhiyi's fantasy.
Bing Nandong used his thumb to wipe away the glitter on Fan Zhiyi's lips and pressed his lips with his fingertips.
"Continue reading." Bing Nandong picked up the book and put it back in Fan Zhiyi's arms.
Fan Zhiyi held the book in his hand blankly, still staring at Bing Nandong, which resulted in Bing Nandong kissing the corner of his lips again.
This time, Bing Nandong closed his eyes when he kissed him.
It was an exceptionally gentle kiss, like a butterfly gently touching soft petals. Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but shudder and closed his eyes.
All of his senses were aroused, and Fan Zhiyi's heart beat faster. He was extremely nervous, and his fingers gripped the book so hard that he squeezed it and left marks without even noticing.
Without going too deep, Bing Nandong stopped there. When they separated, he looked at Fan Zhiyi and smiled gently, like the sun shining through the clouds and the bright moon, making his already handsome appearance even more charming.
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