With their fingers intertwined, Fan Zhiyi was turned over and restrained by the waist, sitting on Bing Nandong.
Crazy, really crazy!
Fan Zhiyi couldn't bear it any longer: "How long will it take you to finish?"
He saw Bing Nandong smiling at him, some of his black hair spread out on the bed, while some stayed on the skin in front of him, contrasting with the scratches and bites he occasionally accidentally left on the other person.
Because of the special posture, a few strands of Fan Zhiyi's hair fell down and mixed with Bing Nandong's.
Bing Nandong didn't open his mouth, but Fan Zhiyi heard everything he was thinking. The more he listened, the redder his face became. Unfortunately, just as Bing Nandong said, he couldn't escape now.
If he died in this way in this world and his body was found on the bed, it would be so embarrassing that Fan Zhiyi would not be willing to reload the game and come back.
The moment he opened his eyes, the first thought that came to Fan Zhiyi's mind was that he was still alive, and it was a good thing that Bing Nandong showed mercy to him.
In another blink of an eye, he saw Bing Nandong sitting beside the bed. It seemed that he had been staring at him like this while he was still asleep, as if he would disappear once he closed his eyes and could no longer see him.
Then, for some unknown reason, Fan Zhiyi went to hold Bing Nandong's hand and said for no reason: "I'm here."
Bing Nandong smiled at him. "How do you feel? It's normal to feel uncomfortable the first time. It will get much better as you become more accustomed to it. I've already applied medicine there for you. It shouldn't hurt now."
When it comes to this topic, Fan Zhiyi's gentleness disappeared. He was full of complaints. He wanted to stand up, but as soon as he moved, his back and waist ached and he felt uncomfortable all over. He howled a few times and then lay back down.
Fan Zhiyi glared at Bing Nandong: "Don't be so unrestrained in the future. I've told you so many times not to come here, but you won't listen!"
"I'm sorry." Unexpectedly, Bing Nandong quickly admitted his mistake. He politely brought a soft pillow and placed it behind Fan Zhiyi while helping him up. He said solemnly, as if making a promise, "I'll make you more comfortable next time."
Fan Zhiyi reached out and covered his mouth with his hand. His face began to feel hot again. Every detail of what he had done was circulating in his mind without hesitation. "Speak, can you please stop doing this?"
He was really scared. It was already like this this time, and who knows how crazy it would be next time.
There was a smile in Bing Nandong's eyes. Fan Zhiyi felt a wet touch on his palm. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to pull his hand back as if he had been electrocuted. However, Bing Nandong was one step ahead and grabbed his hand first: "Zhiyi, you are so shy so easily."
Fan Zhiyi's face flushed red, and then something suddenly occurred to him: "I remember that you never said those excessive thoughts and dirty words out loud, but kept them in your mind. You always thought too much because I could read your mind, so Bing Nandong..." Fan Zhiyi felt that he could finally win the game back, "Are you embarrassed to say it out loud?"
Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong was stunned for a moment, then he sneered and stared at him: "How is that possible? Why would I be embarrassed to say it?"
"Then tell me what you want to say?" Without waiting for Bing Nandong's reply, Fan Zhiyi continued, "I want to tie Zhiyi's hands with a red rope, and then wrap it around his waist and legs..."
This time it was Bing Nandong who covered Fan Zhiyi's mouth again, and the tips of his ears turned red.
Even though Fan Zhiyi felt shy when he read these words out loud himself, he felt much more comfortable when he saw Bing Nandong like this. So he smiled with his eyes curved and stared at Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong didn't show any shyness on his face. He pursed his lips, appearing particularly calm, but his ears were red. He stared into Fan Zhiyi's eyes, breathing heavily, and remained silent. Seeing Fan Zhiyi like this, he released the hand covering Fan Zhiyi's mouth and pinched Fan Zhiyi's face lightly.
Fan Zhiyi even leaned over and deliberately asked him, "Are you shy?"
"……No."
"No? Then repeat what I just said. Or I remember you had a lot of strange thoughts in your mind at that time. Read one to me at random."
After a moment of silence, Bing Nandong replied to him very seriously: "I am not good at words, I can only do it."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." You still call yourself bad at speaking. If that's considered bad at speaking, then that's Fan Zhiyi's name spelled backwards. "Where did you learn all that... stuff from?"
“In the book.”
"Have we ever done this before?"
Bing Nandong looked at him. This was the second time Fan Zhiyi asked him this question.
At that time, he had no preparation in the woods and didn't understand much. He just relied on Fan Zhiyi's tolerance and patience to do whatever he wanted. He was even angry at that time, and he took it all out on Fan Zhiyi.
It was not a pleasant experience for anyone.
Even when thinking about it now, Bing Nandong still feels a pain as if a needle is pricking his heart.
"No, it's my first time. How does it feel?"
Fan Zhiyi took a deep breath. Was he going to discuss this with him? He wasn't very experienced, but he couldn't lose his composure. While encouraging him, he also had to correct some areas. This would be conducive to a harmonious life for both parties.
It seems that the next conversation is crucial.
Fan Zhiyi's mind raced, and he replied, "From a scientific point of view, this length of time isn't right. It's unhealthy. But since it's our first time, and we're all young, it's understandable that we're all just too excited and unrestrained. But that won't work in the future."
Facing Bing Nandong's extremely serious gaze, Fan Zhiyi was at a loss for words. He felt his face getting hot as he spoke, and he didn't even dare to recall what they had done. "Still, it's pretty good." Fan Zhiyi gave him a thumbs up. "Very talented."
He is not just very talented, he is a talented player with the utmost talent.
"There's one more important thing!" Fan Zhiyi remembered and deliberately put on a stern face to teach him a lesson, "What's written in the book is all human imagination. Some of the moves can kill people if they are really performed. No! Let's just follow the normal specifications!" Absolutely, absolutely, Bing Nandong must not be allowed to be interested in those things. He can't handle it! Even if Bing Nandong is really curious and wants to try some tricks, he must take the lead.
"I'll make some changes so you don't feel bad."
"Well... you have to discuss it with me beforehand. You can't just do it like you did this time and leave me unprepared."
"Well, more practice is always a good thing, right?"
Yes, what the hell! He was just delivering the goods in this chat!
Fan Zhiyi turned around and was about to run, but unfortunately he underestimated the severity of his back pain, and Bing Nandong held him in his arms and rubbed his waist.
The room suddenly became quiet. Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but pick up a strand of Bing Nandong's hair and wrapped it around his fingertips to play with it.
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