Fang Yi walked up to Shen Binnan, smiling, yet he said nothing.
Shen Binnan lifted her eyelids and asked, "Is something funny?"
"It’s not funny, but I can’t help but want to smile," Fang Yi said, even he didn’t know why he felt that way. Maybe it was the sight of her safe and sound that made him smile.
"Fine, then laugh. I’ll let you laugh all you want," Shen Binnan said.
Fang Yi really did keep laughing for a long time without stopping.
Eventually, Shen Binnan couldn’t hold back anymore and said, "Close your eyes."
Smiling, Fang Yi responded, "What are you up to? Don’t take advantage of me, I’m very pure..." Despite his words, he obediently closed his eyes.
What would his reaction be if I punched him right now? Shen Binnan thought. However, she didn’t know that Fang Yi completely trusted her. That’s why he closed his eyes when she told him to.
With a little struggle inside, Shen Binnan still didn’t make a move. She took a step forward, tiptoed, and leaned in to lightly kiss Fang Yi’s forehead.
"Okay... okay, you can... open your eyes now," Shen Binnan said, feeling her face grow hot.
Fang Yi opened his eyes and laughed again.
"What did you just do to me?" Fang Yi asked, knowing full well.
Shen Binnan glared at him fiercely and said, "I told you, if you won, I’d give you a reward. I keep my word."
Fang Yi made a sound of acknowledgment, then expressed dissatisfaction, "What kind of reward is this? Come on, let’s tear up our marriage certificate, and I’ll reward you every day."
Shen Binnan glanced at the bloody knife in his hand and said, "Really? You’re holding a knife and talking about this, don’t you think it’s very unromantic?"
Fang Yi chuckled and said, "Didn’t the news say that a guy proposed not only with grapefruits but also with a wreath? Me proposing with a knife makes you special."
Shen Binnan couldn’t imagine any girl agreeing to a proposal from a man holding a knife; only someone insane would agree.
After they descended the mountain, Fang Yi drove Shen Binnan back to the villa.
"Those people earlier, were they from the God of Killers Organization?" Shen Binnan didn’t sit in the back but in the passenger seat.
"Yes and no," Fang Yi answered ambiguously.
"Their skills were too weak," Fang Yi said. He knew the renown of the God of Killers Organization. If those were really members, what would Fang Yi have to fear?
"I guess... they were just peripheral members, not core members," Fang Yi said.
"Maybe this was just a test run for them," Shen Binnan speculated.
"That’s possible," Fang Yi agreed.
Fang Yi dropped Shen Binnan off at the villa and then prepared to leave.
"Wait a second," Shen Binnan said. "It’s too late, take my car back."
Fang Yi was slightly surprised. "Am I hearing things? Since when have you been so agreeable?"
"Take it or leave it."
With that, Shen Binnan walked into the villa.
Sitting in the car, Fang Yi laughed. Although Shen Binnan often had a cold expression and was icy like a glacier, her heart still had a soft side. Cold on the outside but warm on the inside, that was probably the best way to describe her.
Fang Yi opened the door to his house.
It was already late at night. Dragging his tired body into the living room, he found the switch, turned on the light, and then heavily slumped onto the sofa, exhaling deeply.
Tonight’s battles had drained him extensively. First, he fought Bai Kuang, then the peripheral Assassins of the God of Killers Organization, and finally, his clash with Bai Zhan had forced him to use his Mountain Breaking skill. Getting home was his limit.
Fang Yi was too exhausted to move and ended up falling asleep just like that.
He didn’t know how long he had slept, but Fang Yi felt someone gently pushing his shoulder. The movement was light, and he didn’t know how long it had been going on. Just as Fang Yi was about to open his eyes, suddenly, a delicate hand landed on his nose.
Huh? What’s going on? Fang Yi wondered internally.
"His breathing is normal. Why won’t he wake up?" a woman murmured in confusion.
Originally planning to open his eyes, Fang Yi decided to continue feigning sleep.
Xia Ziqi watched Fang Yi, who still hadn’t opened his eyes, becoming anxious as she had been unable to awaken him. Worried something might be wrong, Xia Ziqi got up and went to the bedroom. She quickly returned with a blanket and covered Fang Yi, fearing he might catch a cold.
However, in her haste, Xia Ziqi stepped on the blanket and accidentally fell onto Fang Yi.
Xia Ziqi hurriedly looked at Fang Yi, and seeing that his eyes were still closed, she exhaled softly, murmuring to herself, "Good, he didn’t see."
She tried to get up quickly.
Thus, with one hand on Fang Yi’s chest and the other...
In an instant, the feigning Fang Yi’s face turned beet red as he abruptly sat up, feeling as if he had been fatally struck.
"Ah! You’re awake!" Xia Ziqi was startled but then smiled happily.
"Uh-huh," Fang Yi nodded with clenched teeth, wanting to cry but having no tears.
Xia Ziqi didn’t notice and said, "Good that you’re awake. I thought something was wrong with you. Hey, why is your face so red? Are you in pain?"
Fang Yi quickly nodded, saying, "Painful to death."
Xia Ziqi was stunned at first, then quickly understood, cried out, and hastily withdrew her hand, stepping back.
But there was a coffee table behind her, and Xia Ziqi, not being careful, collided with it and was about to fall. Fang Yi quickly reached out and grabbed her hand, preventing her from falling.