He hadn't given up on this plan yet. Fan Zhiyi didn't know where Bing Nandong's obsession with Zui Xiang Lou came from. "We can go another day. Besides, my knees hurt from kneeling, and I don't really feel like walking."
"It's a quick shortcut." Bing Nandong said, "Come with me to change the medicine tomorrow."
The topic changed so quickly that Fan Zhiyi just said "OK".
"But this will be too much trouble for you. So, let's go to Zui Xiang Lou for dinner later as a thank you, and it will also be a fulfillment of your 'double'."
It turned out that he was setting a trap for himself here. Fan Zhiyi smiled helplessly, and Bing Nandong really took his words to heart.
But Fan Zhiyi's "double" refers to double happiness, but what kind of double happiness is this now? It's just a forced excuse to have a meal.
But then again, the canteen smells like that, and Bing Nandong often has simple meals in his own yard. After being suppressed for so long, he finally has the chance to go out for a meal, so he definitely doesn't want to wait a moment longer.
Fan Zhiyi put himself in his shoes. He would reward himself with a meal when he was in a bad mood, and reward himself with a meal when something good happened. No matter what he did, he could always find a genuine reason to have a meal.
When it comes to food, Fan Zhiyi has never been willing to compromise himself since he became self-reliant.
Without delicious food, life would lose half its meaning. So, if we round it off, Bing Nandong is actually a foodie under his tsundere exterior?
Seeing this, he really couldn't refuse anymore. Fan Zhiyi was still very happy to be able to be a dining partner with Bing Nandong. He instantly felt that the distance between them had become closer.
"That's fine," Fan Zhiyi replied, then looked at his palm, which was still aching, and asked Bing Nandong, "How's your hand?"
"fine."
Fan Zhiyi stretched out his hand. His palm was bleeding from being beaten. Even though a thin layer of scar had dried on it, he still looked pitiful. "What's the point of being fine? It hurts so much. Let me see your hand."
This guy just likes to show off his power with words. Fan Zhiyi has seen through Bing Nandong's true nature.
There was a stalemate between the two for a moment, then Bing Nandong sighed and spread out his hands.
His injuries were indeed not as serious as Fan Zhiyi's. After all, he was beaten less than Fan Zhiyi, and he did apply medicine.
Fan Zhiyi nodded, but the next second, his wrist was grabbed by Bing Nandong and carefully wrapped with a layer of gauze.
Fan Zhiyi naturally accepted Bing Nandong's bandage. He felt that this scene was familiar. He kept chewing on the chicken leg and tore off a large piece of meat. "Bing Nandong, I really didn't mean to tease you before. I didn't know... well, there was something wrong with that word."
Bing Nandong's hands remained unchanged: "There's nothing wrong. I just got distracted for a moment."
"What are you thinking of?" Fan Zhiyi didn't understand. In the real world, calling someone "brother" or "big brother" is very common.
The gauze tightened, and Bing Nandong seemed a little angry and embarrassed: "It's wrapped."
"You have to tell me, can't you call me brother here? You can only call me elder brother? And the word 'brother' actually has other meanings? No, what else can it mean? You are called eldest brother, so to a certain extent, you are also a brother..."
Fan Zhiyi kept on chattering, making Bing Nandong's heart beat unsteadily. He felt that his heart would beat wildly like a drum every time he said the word "brother". So he could no longer bear it and finally pinched Fan Zhiyi's cheeks and squeezed his mouth to pout.
It finally calmed down.
Fan Zhiyi blinked his eyes, and even his voice became a little unclear due to the change in the shape of his lips: "I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore, I was wrong."
Ever since he met Fan Zhiyi at Xue's house, Bing Nandong felt that his emotions were becoming increasingly out of control. He looked at the shiny oil on Fan Zhiyi's lips, which looked like woman's rouge, making his lips look even more rosy.
For a moment, Bing Nandong was frightened by his own subconscious metaphor.
How could he have such an idea?
This was not the first time. Ever since Bing Nandong felt that Fan Zhiyi might like him, he had dreamed of Fan Zhiyi once. That one time, Bing Nandong vaguely realized his hidden thoughts and began to doubt his life.
He dreamed that Fan Zhiyi was lying on his bed with his back to him, wearing only a thin undershirt without a tie, with all his hair pulled in front of him, revealing his soft neck.
The hem of her inner garment was also extremely unruly, revealing a small bit of the snow-white skin at her waist. She was reluctant but also willing: "Brother Bing, it's hard to apply medicine to my waist injury. Can you help me?"
The tone was like honey, thick and colorful.
In the dream, Bing Nandong placed his hand on the injured part of his waist. The body under his hand was extremely sensitive due to the wound and was trembling slightly, causing Fan Zhiyi to turn around and look at him for mercy.
Then Bing Nandong was frightened awake and slapped himself on the forehead. He was speechless by the incredible development and name in the dream, and went to wash the quilt with a red face.
This dream made Bing Nandong extremely depressed. He taught Fan Zhiyi a few pages of the book in the morning and then left in a hurry.
He believed that he had never had any romantic thoughts about Fan Zhiyi before, and had never thought that Fan Zhiyi would call him that.
Moreover, Fan Zhiyi only ever called him by his name, and occasionally called him "Big Brother" in front of others. Before this, he had never called him anything containing the word "Brother", so why did he have such a dream?
Bing Nandong was very upset, very embarrassed, and felt hopeless.
Later, he was busy with the competition and gradually forced himself to forget about this matter. Unexpectedly, today Fan Zhiyi's shout was like a firecracker, which exploded the scene in his dream to Bing Nandong, scaring him so much that he was at a loss.
Now I still keep mentioning it, keep mentioning it...
Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong looking at him expressionlessly, his eyes as deep as ink.
He pursed his lips, genuinely a little frightened. He knelt straight and said seriously, "I'm sorry. I swear I won't say that again."
Bing Nandong still didn't respond, so Fan Zhiyi anxiously tried to pull his hand, hoping that Bing Nandong would let go.
It was mainly because of the posture. His cheeks were pinched, and he was forced to raise his head, lift his chin, and stretch his neck. It was somewhat uncomfortable, and after a long time, it was easy to become unbearable.
The next second, Bing Nandong pinched his face and looked left and right several times, his expression gloomy and serious.
Fan Zhiyi swallowed his saliva, and then saw Bing Nandong suddenly smile for no reason and let him go.
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
If this were a Chinese reading comprehension question, one would definitely ask what the meaning of Bingnandong’s smile is here?
Fan Zhiyi's response was, "He laughed out loud in anger, ready to charge at him with his knife sharpened in the next second."
This smile was even scarier than no smile at all. Fan Zhiyi chose to gnaw on his chicken leg in silence.
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