This meant he had to confess his feelings to her face again!
Fan Zhiyi didn't notice that Bing Nandong's eyes were becoming increasingly darker, and the emotions hidden in them were about to burst out.
Forget it, it’s just a sentence. If Bing Nandong likes it, you can tell it to him every day in the future.
Although he had figured it out, it was a bit difficult to put it into practice in this situation and atmosphere. Fan Zhiyi took a deep breath and said quickly, "And I will refine you."
Bing Nandong: "..."
Fan Zhiyi: "Jili gala gala."
"Zhi Yi." Bing Nandong called him helplessly.
"Okay, okay, then listen carefully." Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips, then said loudly, "Bingnandong, I like you very much!" Extraordinary like.
Fan Zhiyi saw the smile on Bing Nandong's face reaching into his eyes. It turned out that only one sentence was needed to make this person laugh.
He smiled. Fan Zhiyi looked at him for a few seconds, then silently looked away, his heartbeat pounding like a drum. But Bing Nandong came over, bending slightly, insisting on holding Fan Zhiyi's gaze. He said in his usual tone, "Are you going to run away now? I might lose control and do something bad to you."
It sounded like she was asking him, but in fact she was holding Fan Zhiyi's wrist tightly, not giving him any chance.
The hand that was holding Fan Zhiyi was shaking, he was nervous.
"If I say no, will you let me go?"
"I will." Bing Nandong said, "If you let me go this time," his voice turned cold, "I won't look for you."
"You're lying." Fan Zhiyi finally realized that Bing Nandong was not normal. He didn't know how to help him, so he closed his eyes and kissed Bing Nandong's eyes, which were so close to him. "I know you will come to me."
After a pause, Fan Zhiyi continued, "As for now, you can do whatever you want, but there is a prerequisite. I am afraid of pain, so you can't bite me like last time."
As soon as he finished speaking and got permission, Fan Zhiyi was forced to retreat continuously by the kiss until he was pressed against the door. Bing Nandong hooked his legs around his waist, forcing Fan Zhiyi to rely on himself and hug himself tightly.
His kiss fell across Fan Zhiyi's Adam's apple, where he gently rubbed it with his teeth, then moved down and stopped. He looked up at Fan Zhiyi's red eyes and cheeks and asked silently.
Fan Zhiyi blinked, and used his remaining rationality to think about the current situation and what might happen next, then he bent his head and placed a kiss on the young man's lips.
When I returned to bed, my clothes were in a mess.
Fan Zhiyi felt his breath was very unstable: "Can you do it?" It's not that he doubted it, but in the original novel, the male protagonist was only reminiscing about Bai Yueguang and killing, and Fan Zhiyi couldn't remember if he and the male protagonist had ever had such a time in the past, so for the sake of their pleasure tonight, he had to ask.
I don’t know what Bing Nandong was thinking about, he didn’t look very good.
His fingertips were stained with ointment, and he pursed his lips. Perhaps it was an illusion caused by the rising heat, but Bing Nandong's ears turned red. He looked at Fan Zhiyi seriously and said, "I've read a lot of books, which will make you feel better."
The other hand pressed down on Fan Zhiyi's lower lip to stop him from biting himself.
Fan Zhiyi shrank back: "I... I just killed a ghost and was sweating a lot running in the woods..."
"I don't care."
"I...I care."
A cleansing spell solved the problem, and Fan Zhiyi asked again, "Have He An and the others left yet?"
Bing Nandong paused: "You don't want to?"
"I... I'm not." Fan Zhiyi was too embarrassed to say it, which made him feel very strange.
"But I can't stop, Fan Zhiyi." Bing Nandong looked at him, and finally, Fan Zhiyi nodded.
***
Fan Zhiyi regretted nodding his head. He didn't know where Bing Nandong got such a good spirit from. He had sex on the bed, the floor, the windowsill, the table... Every place in the room could be checked, and his postures were changed back and forth.
Every time Fan Zhiyi felt that he couldn't go on any longer, Bing Nandong would feed him a pill, coaxing him by saying it was sugar. Fan Zhiyi tried it and found it was sweet. He ate it in a daze and then continued.
"Fan Zhiyi, Zhiyi, my Zhiyi."
"Yeah, yeah, yours, I can't do it anymore, Bingnandong, I'm just an ordinary person, I can't do it anymore."
"It's not bad, Zhiyi. Look, you're happy too."
Happy as hell! Fan Zhiyi's eyes were red and stained with tears from being bullied, but he couldn't do anything about it. When Bing Nandong came for another kiss, he bit him lightly and said, "How about we take a break? There's still a lot of time to come."
"Can you just call me brother and that be the end of it?" Bing Nandong asked back.
"Why?"
"I've been wanting to hear you scream for a long time."
Fan Zhiyi shook his head: "How strange."
Bing Nandong paused and kissed his sweaty cheek: "I want to listen."
Well, since Bing Nandong wants to hear it, it’s not impossible. Fan Zhiyi whispered: "Brother, Brother Bing, Brother Nan, Brother Dong... Well!"
This bastard! Bastard! He doesn't keep his word!
Fan Zhiyi couldn't stand it anymore, and he took off Bing Nandong's gloves with his fingers. Then he finally understood why Bing Nandong wore them to prevent him from hearing his inner thoughts.
This is so scary. Fan Zhiyi doesn’t know how this person can know so many tricks and wants to put them into practice on him. Let him be destroyed. If Bing Nandong really does this, he will break up with him!
Fan Zhiyi regretted and wanted to let Bing Nandong put the gloves back on, but Bing Nandong refused and just asked Fan Zhiyi to answer the question "Are you afraid?" over and over again.
If you're afraid, you'll just have to try a few more times and it won't happen anymore. If you're not afraid, it'll come even harder. He's right either way.
After an unknown number of days, Fan Zhiyi felt like he was dying of exhaustion, completely relying on Bing Nandong's spiritual power and elixirs to keep him going. He regretted it. Damn it, this lunatic, if he didn't run away, he would be drained dry!
A snow-white arm covered with kiss marks stretched out from the red gauze curtain, followed by an upper body covered with bite marks and kiss marks. Fan Zhiyi crawled out of the bed, but the next second, his ankle was grabbed and he was dragged into the bed without any hesitation.
"Where are you escaping to?"
Facing Bing Nandong's gloomy and unsatisfied expression, Fan Zhiyi forced a smile: "I'm not running away anywhere. I can explain."
"No need." Bing Nandong placed a kiss on Fan Zhiyi's forehead, his expression relaxed considerably. "Anyway, I won't let you go."
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