Fan Zhiyi felt hungry. He had been relying on pills to stay alive these days. He was tortured badly by Bing Nandong and missed hot food very much.
Perhaps because he was thinking about something, Fan Zhiyi smelled the fragrance of food that he had not noticed before, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Did you bring food?"
"Yeah." Bing Nandong let him go, and quickly set up a small table on the bed for Fan Zhiyi, then brought the things over and set them aside.
Fan Zhiyi looked at the "dining table" which was exactly the same as the bedside desk he used before, and even more rounded and delicate, and exclaimed: "This is too exaggerated."
"You'll use it often in the future anyway." Bing Nandong handed him the bowl and chopsticks.
Although the dishes in front of me are relatively light, they are very appetizing.
Fan Zhiyi picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. As soon as he tasted it, he knew it was made by Bing Nandong.
It is said that people at the top will be more tired, so why is this person so energetic? Is this the necessary physical strength for the male protagonist in most novels? I really can't bear it.
But Fan Zhiyi was quite happy eating: "How long before me did you wake up?"
"soon."
This is of no reference value.
"How many days has it been since you brought me back?"
"The seventh day."
"Ahem."
Fan Zhiyi choked a little, and Bing Nandong handed him some warm water: "Eat slowly."
This cannot be blamed on him. It is because the male protagonist always says some earth-shaking words in a calm tone, and shows Fan Zhiyi with his own actions what it means to "keep silent and make a big splash when you do."
Seven days, my friend, do you know what seven days means? He and Bing Nandong had been in bed together day and night for seven days. If it weren't for the fact that this was the world of immortal cultivation, he would have really been finished.
Fan Zhiyi sighed, "The fighting power is amazing." He praised it not only for Bing Nandong but also for himself.
Suddenly, he thought of something: "How are Xiaoman and the others? Did they successfully resolve the issue there? I asked you to help tell them that I volunteered to be taken back to Tianyunmen. Did you tell them that? Did they not worry too much when they found out that I was gone?"
"I've taken care of everything." Speaking of them, Bing Nandong's expression turned much colder. He then glanced at Fan Zhiyi, "Do you believe me?"
This kind of problem appears in novels, and is usually the key to whether the protagonist's blackening value increases.
Fan Zhiyi said firmly: "I believe it." He really believed what Bing Nandong said from the bottom of his heart.
After saying that, Fan Zhiyi picked up a piece of meat and put it close to Bing Nandong's mouth: "You eat too."
Bing Nandong smiled and pushed Fan Zhiyi's chopsticks back: "You need to eat more so that you can have more strength."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." He felt as if he understood what Bing Nandong meant. He ate his rice silently and asked Bing Nandong to add another bowl for him.
These dishes are all home-cooked meals that he likes and are very much in line with his taste.
"By the way, why are you able to find me so accurately every time?" Fan Zhiyi casually found a topic for chat.
Bing Nandong stared at him, then raised his hand, and the wide sleeves slid down, revealing Bing Nandong's wrists and strong forearms. A red rope appeared, floating in the air, one end connected to Bing Nandong's wrist and the other end connected to Fan Zhiyi's wrist.
Fan Zhiyi suddenly realized how could he have forgotten the existence of such a thing. When he first arrived in the haunted house, he thought the red rope was too conspicuous, so Bing Nandong hid it.
"We are tied together by a red string and will be together forever." Bing Nandong said.
"Yeah!" Well, now it seems that as long as Bing Nandong doesn't remove the red rope, no matter where he runs, he will be found and caught by Bing Nandong.
After dinner, Fan Zhiyi put on his clothes, and Bing Nandong pulled him in front of the mirror to help him comb his hair.
Fan Zhiyi was also happy. He didn't like taking care of long hair anyway. Looking at Bing Nandong in the water mirror in front of him, he carefully used a wooden comb to pick up a strand of his hair and combed it from head to toe. Fan Zhiyi suddenly said, "Bing Nandong, let's find a good day and get married."
Bing Nandong paused, raised his eyes, and met Fan Zhiyi's eyes in the water mirror.
Fan Zhiyi blinked. "It's the marriage ceremony you mentioned. I didn't come for various reasons. So, it's just the two of us this time. Can you bring me the ready-made wedding dress you made for me?"
Bing Nandong didn't respond. Fan Zhiyi frowned and wanted to turn around to look at him, but Bing Nandong took the lead and hugged him in his arms, resting his chin on Fan Zhiyi's head, holding him tightly.
Fan Zhiyi teased him half-jokingly: "You don't want it anymore now that you have it, do you?"
"No, Zhiyi, I'm so happy." Bingnandong's laughter came from above his head, clear and moving.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth without knowing when. When he saw the water mirror, he realized that his smile was more exaggerated than he thought. If he had to describe it, it would be that his smile was worthless.
Fan Zhiyi: "..." No, he has to be reserved.
So Fan Zhiyi cleared his throat and put his hand on the back of Bing Nandong's hand that was hugging him, "Also, if you are unhappy about something in the future, you must tell me." He didn't want to lose the black value he had worked so hard to get because of any misunderstanding or Bing Nandong's own anger.
However, Fan Zhiyi didn't know if Bing Nandong would be less afraid and uneasy if they got married. Apart from telling Bing Nandong over and over again that he was no longer afraid and wanted to be with him, Fan Zhiyi didn't know what else he could do for him.
Actually, thinking about it, all this was happening quite crazy. He and Bing Nandong had only known each other for less than two months, and he wasn't completely familiar with Bing Nandong, yet it had come to this. But Fan Zhiyi didn't feel it was too fast. In the two memories he had lost, he and Bing Nandong must have loved each other, and that feeling must have led them to reunite.
Bing Nandong has waited too long.
Fan Zhiyi was still locked up in this house. Except for not being able to go out, Bing Nandong satisfied him in other ways.
Perhaps because of Fan Zhiyi's clear refusal due to back pain and his harsh words, Bing Nandong has been very well behaved at night these days. He just hugs him and sleeps under the quilt, and at most he kisses him when he can't help it.
Bing Nandong said he had something to attend to in the afternoon and was away for a while, leaving Fan Zhiyi alone in the room. After spending the past few days together, Fan Zhiyi felt a little uncomfortable being alone. He picked up the storybook on the table and flipped through it idly.
At this moment, he heard Bai Bai's voice after a long absence: "Host, please pay attention to arrange the time to complete the task reasonably."
"You've always been here." Fan Zhiyi was startled by its sudden appearance, then suddenly thought of something and blushed, "In that case, Bing Nandong and I, uh, uh, uh..."
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