I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi specifically asked Bai Bai to wake him up when he was about to fall asleep. If Bai Bai couldn't wake him up, Bai Bai would stimulate him with electronic sounds. In any case, he couldn't fall asleep. He endured this all night, which was exhilarating. His head was throbbing. When it was time to get up, Fan Zhiyi lay on the bed, trying to smother himself with a pillow to escape reality.

Anyone who's ever been human knows that sometimes the urge to avoid certain things can be so strong that you'll disregard everything else, even your favorite things can't tempt you. Fan Zhiyi is currently in that state; even trying to lure him with money hasn't worked, so it seems he's truly given up.

Bing Nan Dong got out of bed first and made arrangements. After counting the number of people, he found that no one was missing. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and silently hoped that perhaps the ghost had died in yesterday's battle.

After arranging what he needed to do, Bing Nandong took advantage of a break to return to the bedside. He paused for a moment, then lifted the curtain and saw Fan Zhiyi, who was pretending to be dead.

Bing Nan Dong: "..." He started forcefully pulling at Fan Zhi Yi's pillow, "What are you doing?"

Upon hearing Bing Nandong's voice, Fan Zhiyi reflexively jumped up and sat up. Although he tried his best to appear as natural as if he hadn't known "Cen Jun's" true identity yesterday, his fear of the male lead was ingrained in his bones. Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but lean back stiffly, forcing a smile on his face: "Insomnia and headache."

Bing Nandong stared at the dark circles under Fan Zhiyi's eyes. The young man's complexion was not good, and his fatigue was undeniable; his eyelids drooped as if he couldn't open them. In fact, Bing Nandong had also been up all night, but he didn't need much rest now, so nothing seemed amiss.

"You may rest here for the day."

"Oh." Fan Zhiyi couldn't be happier. Since the male lead was already here, what was the point of his struggle? As long as the male lead waved his hand, their lives would be in danger, and if the male lead was happy, they could leave.

Fan Zhiyi, who suddenly learned the truth, was not happy, but even more sad, and chose to lie down.

Meeting Bing Nandong's slightly scrutinizing gaze, Fan Zhiyi stretched his smile to its widest extent.

Bing Nandong said, "...Stop laughing, get some rest." Laughing like that makes you look more like a monster than he does.

"Oh."

Bing Nandong: "..."

Fan Zhiyi's attitude was unusually cold compared to yesterday, but Bing Nandong was good at making excuses for him, saying it was because he hadn't rested well.

Seeing Bing Nandong leave, Fan Zhiyi sighed: "Bai Bai, what are their plans for today?"

"Considering everyone's wishes, the male protagonist and his group plan to extend the barrier to the entire courtyard this morning and are currently clearing out the ghosts in the courtyard. This afternoon, they plan to team up and go out to find a way out. At this stage, the host really can't be of much help, so you can rest for a while longer."

Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi immediately lay back down, but he couldn't fall asleep. The excessive staying up late had left him feeling listless and his mind a complete mess.

Fan Zhiyi rolled over and lay face down, forcibly going through all of "Cen Jun's" actions around him these past few days. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved and angry he became. So he grabbed a pillow and decided to smother himself to death.

He admitted that he was no match for the male protagonist, and chose to die on the spot.

Seeing this, Bai Bai said, "Host, please cheer up."

Fan Zhiyi pretended to be dead. When Bing Nandong turned back, he saw the same scene again. His eyelids twitched, and he reached out and snatched Fan Zhiyi's pillow: "What's wrong with you?"

Bing Nandong's voice sounded like a death knell to Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi gave up struggling, turned back over, and said listlessly, "I'm hungry."

"Here, there are some cakes and water." Bing Nandong handed the tightly wrapped items in an oil paper bag and a water bottle to Fan Zhiyi. He saw Fan Zhiyi sit up listlessly, take the bags, unpack them, and stuff them into his mouth one by one as if completing a task. He chewed them, and you could tell from his expression that they didn't taste good.

But just two days ago I was telling him that this was much tastier than the pastries others had given him before, and that he enjoyed eating it...

Bing Nandong also wanted to send Fan Zhiyi away from this place of trouble as soon as possible, but he still had things to do. Fan Zhiyi had only just returned after a long time, so Bing Nandong naturally wanted to stay with him all the time.

Furthermore, the two of them had developed feelings for each other through repeated dangers and interactions, and Bing Nandong had created such an environment for them. However, he would certainly not let Fan Zhiyi get hurt like before; he just needed Fan Zhiyi to trust him and see him as different from others.

The pancake tasted like cardboard, and to make matters worse, there was a gaze fixed on him without moving. Fan Zhiyi dared not say or do anything, and could only maintain mechanical movements, asking the system, "Bai Bai, is this my last meal before I'm beheaded?"

"Don't worry, host, that's not it."

"Then why was he staring at me with that gloomy look?"

"..." Bai Bai took a picture of Bing Nan Dong's current expression, collected the data, and sent it to headquarters. Based on the feedback, it really didn't know how its host could interpret that look as gloomy. But being a little afraid is good, at least it won't lead to him liking her, right?

As for liking, Bai Bai didn't know what that feeling was, but it knew that it was its host's weakness, and it was not a good thing. Every time it got involved, its host became more and more miserable, and the mission became less and less likely to be completed.

“Once we get out, I’ll take you to the best restaurant to eat the most delicious food,” Bing Nandong suddenly said.

Fan Zhiyi: "Oh."

Bing Nandong: "..."

Suddenly, Bing Nandong reached out, and the fingertips that touched his cheek made Fan Zhiyi jump back like a cat with its fur standing on end, then press himself tightly against the wall, watching Bing Nandong warily.

The two of them froze on the spot.

Fan Zhiyi, with a biscuit still in his mouth and his eyes wide open, stared at Bing Nandong. After a second or two, he quickly realized what was happening and sat back down: "Sorry, it was just a conditioned reflex."

Fan Zhiyi mustered his courage, grabbed Bing Nandong's wrist, and forcefully pressed the back of his hand against his face. He swallowed hard, stretched his neck, and closed his eyes with a righteous air: "I'm a little afraid of pain, can you be gentler?" Heavens, earth, male lead, please give him a less painful way to die.

Bing Nandong: "..." Fan Zhiyi is still the same Fan Zhiyi, sometimes acting strangely. He has no idea what the other person is thinking.

Never mind, she's the person he likes.

However... this attitude is too strange. It was the same last night; they actually said those things about him.

Bing Nandong showed no mercy, grabbing Fan Zhiyi's cheek and tugging at him in a fit of anger. He didn't hold back, pulling until Fan Zhiyi's eyes were filled with tears, howling and covering his face, staring at him with eyes that dared not speak out in anger.