I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi hadn't given up on the idea yet, wondering where Bing Nandong's obsession with Zuixianglou came from: "We can go another day, and my knees are sore from kneeling so I don't really want to walk."

“We’ll take a shortcut, it’ll be quick,” Bing Nandong said. “Come with me to change my dressing tomorrow.”

The topic changed so quickly that Fan Zhiyi simply replied, "Okay."

"However, that would be too much trouble for you. So let's go to Zuixianglou for dinner later as a way of thanking you, and it would also be in keeping with your name 'Double'."

So this is where they set a trap for me. Fan Zhiyi smiled helplessly; Bing Nandong had really taken his words to heart.

However, Fan Zhiyi's "double" refers to double happiness, but what kind of double happiness is this? It's just a forced excuse to have a meal.

That makes sense. Given the taste of the cafeteria food and the fact that Bing Nandong often eats simple meals in his own yard, after being suppressed for so long, he definitely wouldn't want to wait a moment longer when something finally happens that allows him to go out for a meal.

Fan Zhiyi put himself in that shoes. He would reward himself with a meal when he was in a bad mood, and he would reward himself with a meal when something good happened. No matter what he did, he could always find a good reason to have a meal.

When it comes to food, once Fan Zhiyi had the ability to be self-reliant, he was never willing to compromise himself.

Without delicious food, life loses a great deal of meaning. So, rounding up, is Bing Nan Dong actually a foodie beneath her proud and aloof exterior?

Looking at it this way, Fan Zhiyi really couldn't refuse anymore. He was quite happy to be able to have meals with Bing Nandong, and he instantly felt that the distance between the two of them had taken another step closer.

"Okay then," Fan Zhiyi replied, then looked at his still throbbing palms and asked Bing Nandong, "How's your hand?"

"Fortunately."

Fan Zhiyi stretched out his hand, his palm bleeding from the beating. Even though a thin scab had dried, it still looked pitiful: "What do you mean 'okay'? It hurts so much! Let me see your hand."

This guy just likes to talk big; Fan Zhiyi has already seen through Bing Nandong's true nature.

There was a moment of tension between them, then Bing Nandong sighed and opened his hand.

His injuries were indeed not as severe 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, Bing Nandong grabbed his wrist and carefully wrapped it with gauze.

Fan Zhiyi accepted Bing Nandong's bandaging without hesitation. He felt that this scene was familiar. He kept eating and took another bite of the chicken leg, tearing 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 improper about that word."

Bing Nandong's hand gestures remained unchanged: "There's nothing wrong with it, I just misunderstood for a moment."

"What are you thinking?" Fan Zhiyi didn't understand. In the real world, terms like "brother" or "elder brother" are very common.

The gauze was tightened, and Bing Nandong seemed somewhat embarrassed and angry again: "It's wrapped up."

“You have to tell me, right? Can’t you call someone ‘brother’ here? You only call them ‘elder brother’? And does the word ‘brother’ actually have other meanings? No, what else could it mean? You’re called the eldest brother, so in a way you’re considered an elder brother…”

Fan Zhiyi kept rambling on and on, making Bing Nandong's heart pound uncontrollably. He felt his heart pound like a drum every time Fan Zhiyi uttered the word "brother." Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed Fan Zhiyi's cheeks, squeezing his mouth together and making him pout.

Finally it stopped.

Fan Zhiyi blinked, his voice becoming somewhat muffled 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 the Xue residence, Bing Nandong felt his emotions becoming increasingly out of control. He looked at the glossy oil on Fan Zhiyi's lips, which looked like a woman's rouge, making his lips appear even pinker.

For a moment, Bing Nandong was startled by his own subconscious analogy.

How could he have such an idea?

This wasn't the first time. Ever since Bing Nandong realized that Fan Zhiyi might like her, she had dreamed about him once. That one dream made Bing Nandong vaguely aware of her own hidden feelings and start to doubt her life.

He dreamt that Fan Zhiyi was lying on his bed with his back to him, wearing only a thin undergarment without a sash, and had all his hair pulled back to reveal his smooth neck.

The hem of her inner garment was also extremely irregular, revealing a small patch of her snow-white skin at her waist, as if she were both resisting and inviting: "Brother Bing, it's hard to apply medicine to my back injury, can you help me?"

The tone of her voice was like honey, thick and vibrant.

In the dream, Bing Nandong placed his hand on the wound on his waist. The body beneath his hand trembled slightly because the wound was particularly sensitive, causing Fan Zhiyi to turn around and beg for mercy.

Then Bing Nandong was startled awake, slapped his forehead, speechless at the unbelievable development and address in his dream, and went to wash the quilt with a flushed face.

This dream left Bing Nandong extremely depressed. In those few mornings, he would teach Fan Zhiyi a few pages of his book and then leave in a hurry.

He believed that he had never harbored any romantic feelings for Fan Zhiyi before, nor had he ever imagined that Fan Zhiyi would call him that.

Moreover, Fan Zhiyi always called him by his name directly, and occasionally followed suit by calling him "senior brother" in front of others. He had never called him by any title containing "brother" before, so why would he have such a dream?

Bing Nandong was very irritable, Bing Nandong was very troubled, and Bing Nandong felt utterly hopeless.

Later, busy with the competition, he gradually forcibly forgot about the matter. Unexpectedly, Fan Zhiyi's loud noise today, like a firecracker, blasted the scene from his dream back to Bing Nandong, startling him into a panic.

They keep bringing it up, keep bringing it up...

Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong staring at him expressionlessly, his eyes as deep as ink.

He pursed his lips, genuinely a little frightened, and knelt up straight, saying seriously, "I'm sorry, I swear I will never say it again."

Bing Nandong still didn't react, so Fan Zhiyi tentatively reached out to take his hand, hoping Bing Nandong would let go.

The main problem is this posture. His cheeks are being pinched, and he's forced to raise his head, tilt his chin up, and stretch his neck. It's not very comfortable, and after a while, it's easy to get tired of it.

The next second, Bing Nandong pinched his face and looked him over several times, his expression both gloomy and serious.

Fan Zhiyi swallowed hard, and then saw Bing Nandong suddenly smile for no reason and let go of him.

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

If this were a reading comprehension question in a Chinese language exam, it would definitely ask: What is the significance of Bing Nandong's laughter in this context?

Fan Zhiyi's reply was: "I was so angry that I laughed, and I prepared to sharpen my knife and rush at him in the next second."

That smile was even more terrifying than no smile at all. Fan Zhiyi chose to silently gnaw on his chicken leg.