I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

To be fair, it felt quite comfortable to massage like that, and Fan Zhiyi even made a request: "Make it a little gentler."

The events of this night were so surreal that Fan Zhiyi felt that these scenes were no different from those of the past, as if nothing had changed: "Bing Nandong, don't you think that we seem to be no different now than before?"

If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have bothered with it in the first place.

"What before?"

"Back when we were still friends."

Upon hearing this, Bing Nandong stopped what he was doing: "Would friends help each other dry hair in the middle of the night?"

Fan Zhiyi was still unaware of the danger: "No...could it be?"

Bing Nandong's hand wandered to Fan Zhiyi's lower back, then pressed down, causing Fan Zhiyi's back to buckle and he almost fell off the bed. Bing Nandong caught him quickly, his tone unfriendly: "Is this how friends rub each other's backs in the middle of the night?"

"..." Fan Zhiyi replied that the answer was definitely no.

"Then tell me what our relationship is. Come to think of it, since I came back, you haven't given me the answer I want." Bing Nandong stood by the bed, looking down at Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi moved his lips, but couldn't say the words for a long time. His face turned red, but his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his body and tell Bing Nandong his answer first.

Bing Nan Dong leaned down, and Fan Zhiyi felt like he was being steamed alive. What was he going to do? What was going to happen next? Was he going to kiss him?

He closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look, and mumbled rapidly, "It seems like the rain outside is quite heavy, hahaha, I was soaked to the bone when I came back, there wasn't a soul on the road. By the way, how was your trip? So how long did it take you to get back before you went to wait for me at the theater entrance? I, I, I, I, I, I, Little Black has gotten fat, have you noticed..."

A coin landed on his forehead, followed by Bing Nandong's laughter: "How silly."

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

Fan Zhiyi, unwilling to be outdone, snorted: "I'm very experienced, and I only pretended to be an idiot to cooperate with you. Sure enough, I'm not suited to playing this kind of character, right? I'll stick to my smart persona..."

Caught off guard, Fan Zhiyi's words were cut off, ending his rambling and incoherent rambling. Bing Nandong's hand supported the back of his head, and to adjust his posture, he half-knelt on the edge of the bed with one leg.

Their lips touched lightly, without much further movement, and separated after a few seconds.

Fan Zhiyi could only stare blankly at Bing Nandong with his mouth slightly open.

Bing Nandong's ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, but he was smiling and didn't forget to tease Fan Zhiyi: "Didn't you say you were experienced? Your heart is beating so fast."

He grabbed Fan Zhiyi's hand and pressed it against Fan Zhiyi's chest: "Feel it for yourself, I heard it even from this far away."

Indeed, this heart is really unreliable.

Fan Zhiyi glared fiercely at Bing Nandong, his eyes seemingly misty, making his gaze seem flirtatious: "Your heart is still beating like crazy, isn't it? Kissing isn't just about sticking together like that, it has to be like this and that." Fan Zhiyi's voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, he was running out of things to say.

Bing Nandong felt a little awkward. She looked away for a moment, then angrily glared at Fan Zhiyi: "Can a person live without a heartbeat? What's wrong with beating faster? I feel happy when I see someone I like!" Then she pursed her lips, somewhat embarrassed, "It's inevitable to be a little rusty the first time. You'll get used to it after a few more tries."

Bing Nandong frowned and began to direct his criticism at Fan Zhiyi: "And what about you? Aren't you still incredibly unfamiliar with things?"

"I...I...I haven't practiced in a long time," Fan Zhiyi answered, tilting his head back, his face as red as a kettle, but he refused to admit defeat. "I...I..."

Fan Zhiyi tried to regain some ground, and then Bing Nandong leaned down again. This time, he made a move, gently kissing Fan Zhiyi's lips, as if testing or examining him, and the kiss became more forceful.

As they got into the swing of things, Bing Nandong released Fan Zhiyi, their foreheads touching, but he opened his mouth and smiled: "Fan Zhiyi, breathe."

Fan Zhiyi listened and slowly calmed his breathing, only then did he feel as if he had come back to life. He almost drowned in Bing Nandong's kiss.

The churning ocean in his mind swept him to the highest point of the waves.

Bing Nandong soothingly stroked Shao Congyi's hair, then straightened up, his tone cheerful, his voice still hoarse with unsatisfied urges: "The rain is too heavy, sleep here with me."

"Huh? Ahhh?" Fan Zhiyi suddenly came to his senses. "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"What are you thinking about? Shall we turn off the lights?"

"Hmm." There was only one bed. Fan Zhiyi's mind was hazy, and without thinking too much, he silently rolled up the blanket and curled up into a ball at the very back.

He didn't shower tonight! Fan Zhiyi immediately sniffed himself, thankfully he didn't smell of the snacks he had eaten earlier.

Isn't their progress a bit too fast?

The lights went out suddenly, giving Fan Zhiyi no chance to hesitate any longer. Fan Zhiyi felt Bing Nandong's approach and then fell asleep next to him.

Fan Zhiyi remained with her back to him, not daring to move, and stammered, "Do you want me to cover you with a blanket?"

"Ah."

As it turned out, the two of them were truly asleep, without exchanging a single extra word.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't sleep, so he quietly turned over and lay flat on his back, whispering, "Bing Nandong, are you asleep?"

"No, I can't sleep."

It was rare to see Bing Nan Dong being so honest, so Fan Zhiyi said, "Let's chat. The play I went to see tonight was really good, I'm not kidding, it's a real shame I couldn't see the full version. Let's go see it together later. I'm also very interested in your play, let's go too."

"Okay, everyone go."

The answer was so perfunctory. Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes. Since the play had been brought up, Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but recall the scene. The more he recalled it, the more frightened he became. He even remembered the time when Xue Xiuniang chased him with a kitchen knife... Fan Zhiyi moved closer to Bing Nandong.

Bing Nandong, not hearing Fan Zhiyi's voice anymore, hesitated for a moment before asking him softly, "Why did you stop talking?"

"I'm scared." Fan Zhiyi shrank into the blanket, almost like a cicada cocoon.

"Shall I tell you a ghost story?" Bing Nandong's voice was somewhat malicious.

Fan Zhiyi: "...I really did kick you down."

"..." In the darkness, a hand reached out and grabbed Fan Zhiyi, their fingers intertwining. The warmth of the hand eased the slight pain from the injury.

Fan Zhiyi thought to himself, if someone with a colder constitution or colder hands and feet were doing this kind of thing in the middle of the night, he would really kick the person out in a panic.

Bing Nandong coughed lightly, somewhat awkwardly: "So, how about this? Are you still scared?"

"Hmm." Fan Zhiyi felt a strange sense of embarrassment. This was like kindergarten kids holding hands while sleeping.

"Coward." That was the sarcastic remark from Bing Nandong.

"Shh, don't say that word in the middle of the night."

"..."