Bing Nandong stroked Fan Zhiyi's face and said half seriously and half jokingly, "Your face is so red."
Then he returned to his original post, leaving Fan Zhiyi alone there. He felt as if a fire was burning in his heart. He was so panicked that after he reacted, he hurriedly flipped through a few pages of the book, but the sound of paper rubbing against each other made him even more panicked. He simply stopped and raised the book to block the two of them, covering Bing Nandong's face.
If he had just been the leader, it would have been impossible to end it so hastily and would have lingered for quite some time. Fan Zhiyi buried his head, covering his face with his hands as if trying to hide his ears and steal a bell.
His face was so hot. It was indeed too hot in summer and not suitable for him to practice.
That hand was still held by Bing Nandong, and Fan Zhiyi did not take it back.
But Fan Zhiyi was right. If he didn't do anything satisfactory during the day, the leader would ask for it back one by one at night.
When he was the leader, Bing Nandong did not continue to wear gloves, which made Fan Zhiyi relax his guard a little. He guessed that wearing gloves in the daytime might be a coincidence, and the male protagonist did not do so because he realized that he could read minds.
But the leader was very secretive during the day, and Fan Zhiyi didn't know what he was thinking, so he was always worried. At night, Bing Nandong's thoughts were mostly meaningless, and they were getting more and more excessive. Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to listen anymore, but Bing Nandong fell in love with him and wanted to hold his hand no matter what they did, so Fan Zhiyi was miserable at night.
This went on for two or three days. Even though he was still eating enthusiastically, Fan Zhiyi always looked tired.
Bing Nandong looked at the man who was beginning to feel sleepy again and asked, "Didn't you get enough rest last night?"
Fan Zhiyi murmured "Hmm" and didn't reply. Bing Nandong said, "Go back and rest."
"Um?"
"I've almost finished my business. Let's go back together."
"Okay." Fan Zhiyi rubbed his eyes. There was a dark circle under his eyes. Fan Zhiyi even wondered if Bing Nandong had really sucked away his yang energy.
When he asked the leader this question last night, the leader, who was about to continue kissing him, paused, replied strangely, "No", and then lay down beside him and fell asleep obediently.
Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong's black-gloved hand holding his. Since he couldn't read his mind, he tried to speak as little as possible during the day.
"Zhifan." Bing Nandong suddenly called him.
Fan Zhiyi was confused and looked at him, then heard Bing Nandong slowly say, "Try to feel me with your own heart."
Fan Zhiyi paused and looked at Bing Nandong blankly. Bing Nandong happened to be looking at him as well. When their eyes met, Fan Zhiyi's lips trembled uncontrollably. He almost wanted to say it directly and could not continue to deceive himself. He had guessed Bing Nandong. He and he were together every moment. Fan Zhiyi believed that he could never be flawless. It was that one negligence that made Bing Nandong suspicious.
But the words were already in his throat, and Fan Zhiyi swallowed them back without saying anything. Bing Nandong also didn't say anything more.
But at night, after Bing Nandong, the sect leader, watched him close his eyes, he left without turning off the lights. Fan Zhiyi waited for a long time, but the leader didn't arrive, so he gradually fell asleep. The next day, light from the horizon shone through the windowsill. Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes, and there was a coldness around him.
The leader did not come that night.
On the second night, it snowed. Fan Zhiyi sat at the door, lost in thought as he watched the falling snow. He should have been delighted that the snow had finally arrived, but for some reason, the bad premonition of the leader's future grew stronger.
This uneasiness came from the unknown. Fan Zhiyi didn't know what Bing Nandong was thinking or what he wanted to do.
Until the day before the wedding, Fan Zhiyi couldn't sleep and woke up early. The headmaster had been looking the same recently, and the leader had not been coming at night. Only Fan Zhiyi was becoming more and more irritable and restless, which made him look less stable.
Becoming a Taoist couple... Fan Zhiyi is not ignorant. He has read so many novels, how could he not know what this means? Although it has only benefits and no harm in terms of completing the task, Fan Zhiyi still has hesitations. Logically, he should not hesitate.
Bing Nandong did not come to him early today to ask him to study hard. Fan Zhiyi was bored and flipping through novels, feeling unhappy.
He sighed, put down the book, stretched, and pushed the door open to go out.
There is still light snow floating in the air, and there is new snow piled up in front of the door, which is particularly soft to step on.
As Fan Zhiyi walked, he came back to his senses and looked at the trail of footprints he had left on the clean snow. He ran and jumped in the yard, then let out a long sigh, and the white mist rose and dissipated.
Fan Zhiyi squatted down and grabbed a handful of snow, holding it tightly in his hands. It was so cold, but he couldn't help laughing, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.
At this moment, a piece of white clothing appeared in front of him.
The man lifted his skirt and squatted in front of Fan Zhiyi. Surprisingly, he wasn't wearing gloves today. He also followed his example and grabbed a handful of snow and held it. Then he asked, "What are you doing?"
"Boring." Fan Zhiyi clapped his hands, and the snow fell from his fingers. Fan Zhiyi glanced at the other person, "What are you doing?"
"I'm bored too."
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
"Let's talk inside." Bing Nandong said, then took Fan Zhiyi's hand and walked back.
The footprints were lonely when we came, but they were in company when we returned. However, if the snow fell a little heavier, these marks would soon be erased.
"Tomorrow is the wedding day." Bing Nandong took out the wedding dress and placed it neatly.
The leader of Tianyun Sect is getting married, and the one he chose as his Taoist partner is him. The elders and the sects must be dissatisfied, and some unexpected things might happen during the wedding. Moreover, this is a big event for Tianyun Sect, and the schedule should be complicated and there are many things to do, but no one has ever come to tell him what to do. It must be Bing Nandong who blocked it for him, so he has a few days of quiet practice.
Fan Zhiyi looked up at the luxurious wedding dress and wondered how Bing Nandong had someone make it since it didn't have his size.
This wedding dress must be difficult to wear and heavy, but the style is particularly grand. It is a men's style. At the same time, the material is excellent. It is rich and dazzling. It is really... too fancy. I want to pile all the best things on it. Who chose this style?
Perhaps noticing Fan Zhiyi's gradually growing disdain, Bing Nandong asked him, "You don't like it?"
"It's okay, it's okay."
"This wedding dress was sent directly by the deputy head. As for the size, I wrote it down while we hugged each other every night."
"oh."
"Zhiyi, do you really know what I'm thinking?" Bing Nandong turned around and stared at Fan Zhiyi.
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