Defeating Magic Chapter 29: A Confusing Kiss  

Chapter 29: A Confusing Kiss  

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Mimosa

Zhou Yan tore his clothes into long strips and tied the proximal end of Luo Futu’s wound to help him stop the bleeding before he carried Luo Futu all the way to a populated area. He did not dare to stop for fear that the person behind him would die if he delayed one more second.

Luo Futu’s injuries looked too serious.

The road that he had walked many times was extraordinarily long today, and Zhou Yan did not know how he reached the town. It was already late in the evening, and Luo Futu’s breathing was getting fainter and fainter before they finally found a place to stop.

“Get me a room. Please prepare a big bucket of hot water for me, as well as clean gauze and medicine to stop the bleeding. Be quick!”

Zhou Yan put two gold coins on the counter, and the shopkeeper’s small eyes lit up. He hurriedly asked the waiter to take Zhou Yan back to his room. He saw that Zhou Yan was carrying a bulging black ball on his back. It should be a person, but he wisely did not ask. There were too many people with secrets on the road now, and he only cared about making money so it was better not to ask much about the customers.

When the waiter went to deliver something to Zhou Yan, he also gave a special instruction, “Hurry out after delivering something, don’t look around, you can’t afford to pay for annoying the honored guests.”

Such a rich man, he still wanted him to stay here for a few more days.

Zhou Yan hurriedly locked the door and stripped Luo Futu of his clothes. His black robe was scratched with four claw marks, but the bleeding from the wound seemed to have stopped.

‘It’s a good thing this medicine works, otherwise he would have had to use stitches to close him up.’

Zhou Yan only used a towel dipped in hot water to help Luo Futu clean the blood around the wound, but did not dare to make movements in the rest of the area. Since the hemostatic powder worked, he did not mess around. If the wound reopened, the consequences would be very serious. That hemostatic powder was not a miracle drug. Instead, he was just more fortunate and did not damage his blood vessels, plus Luo Futu’s physical quality was better….

Mystics should also be resistant to tossing and turning.

Zhou Yan used a hot towel to help Luo Futu wipe his face. For some reason, he suddenly had such an idea, and was thunderstruck by his own thoughts. ‘This man saved his life, and he actually thought of sex….’

Now was not the time to let down his guard. He did not know if Luo Futu had internal injuries— he was thrown into the tree by that Lurian, and vomited blood. His internal organs may be injured. This was Zhou Yan’s greatest fear, ‘In the case of internal bleeding, the current medical conditions could not save him, and his surgical tools were at home. What should he do?’

Zhou Yan stretched out his hand and slowly pressed down along Luo Futu’s chest and abdominal cavity, trying to help him do a preliminary check.

“Mn….”

When he reached the rib cage, Luo Futu, who was lying on the bed, suddenly let out a muffled grunt. Zhou Yan hurriedly looked down at him; Luo Futu frowned in pain and then slowly opened his eyes.

Zhou Yan did not relax, but became more and more nervous. He gently pressed his ribs and asked in a low voice, “Does it hurt?”

Luo Futu’s face looked very poor and was as pale as rice paper. When he heard Zhou Yan’s question, he only raised his eyes to look at him and did not react.

Zhou Yan was a little anxious and asked again, “Luo Futu, can you hear my voice? Does it hurt here?”

Luo Futu gasped softly as he opened his eyes and stared at Zhou Yan’s face before his mouth opened and closed slightly. It was as if he wanted to say something, but he did not make any sound. Zhou Yan hurriedly lowered his head and put his ear close to his lips. “What did you say?”

“Mn.”

Zhou Yan suddenly froze— he did not wait for Luo Futu to say anything, but he was kissed on the face, making him feel a little confused. The latter let out a triumphant laugh. “I said, it doesn’t hurt.”

“….” ‘This bastard.’ Zhou Yan raised his head sharply and said angrily, “What time is it? Can you behave properly!”

‘Listening to his voice, it seems that he is not going to die.’

Luo Futu stared at him as his chest heaved slightly. His face was not deceptive, and didn’t seem like anything was wrong. He himself did not care much; he just stared at Zhou Yan’s hooked lips. “You were worried that I would die?”

“I’m afraid that if you die, this sin will be counted on me.”

Luo Futu raised his eyebrows at him. “I almost forgot that you are already a devout Buddhist. Don’t worry, even if I die, I won’t say anything bad about you in front of Buddha.”

Zhou Yan almost wanted to roll his eyes. “Don’t lift curry for yourself, can you see Buddha?”

Luo Futu looked at him and smiled. He seemed to have little energy to fight with him, and Zhou Yan was also silent— he was with a seriously injured patient. Zhou Yan then changed the towel and again used hot water to wash it clean before he put it into Luo Futu’s hands. “Wipe your own hands. “

Luo Futu only opened his hand to hold the towel, and did not move. “I can not move my left hand now.”

Zhou Yan suddenly tensed up, and he gently touched his arm while frowning. “Could it be that the tendons are hurt?”

Luo Futu shook his head. “It just hurts, it will be fine once the wound heals.”

Zhou Yan did not give him an examination as it was not easy to draw a conclusion, so he picked up a towel to help him wipe his hand. Luo Futu did not say anything throughout, but his eyes were fixed on Zhou Yan. His two lines of sight merged into a variable line stuck to Zhou Yan’s body; only the length of it changed but the two endpoints did not move. If this was in the usual manner, Zhou Yan may have already cursed, but he did not speak today and just pretended not to see.

However, he stared for a long time. Zhou Yan felt that he wanted to say something, but he did not say it. It was very awkward, so he couldn’t help but say, “Aren’t you tired? If you’re tired, close your eyes and rest.”

He was helping Luo Futu tie the bandage. Luo Futu could not move and only Zhou Yan moved. When he wrapped his shoulder, Zhou Yan almost lay on top of his body.

Luo Futu looked at him and smiled. “I’m not tired, I’m hungry.”

Zhou Yan tied the bandage in a knot. “I asked the kitchen to make chicken soup, it should be almost ready. I’ll go check.”

Zhou Yan was just about to get up, but Luo Futu pulled him back. “No, I am so weak now, you have to watch me, once you go away, I will die.”

“….” Zhou Yan looked at him speechlessly. “But aren’t you hungry?” ‘…And he didn’t look like he was so weak that he would die at any moment.’

Luo Futu slightly lifted his jaw. “Let the people in the store serve it.”

Zhou Yan sighed deeply, got up, and walked to the door before he shouted outside, “Bring me the chicken soup!”

This was immediately followed by a sentence: “Here it is! I’m coming!”

Zhou Yan twitched his mouth— he had never done such an ungraceful thing in his life, and it was so humiliating! Who let people get hurt, injured individuals were privileged.… Luo Futu apparently also found out. He also found out that Zhou Yan, if he wanted to, took care of people really well and he received much better treatment than when he first fell into his home.

“Rinse your mouth before you eat, you vomited blood earlier, isn’t it hard to have that taste in your mouth?”

Zhou Yan let Luo Futu lean on the pillow at the head of the bed and saw him drink the water before he whispered, “Spit inside this basin, it is fine.”

Zhou Yan was worried that Luo Futu’s self-esteem was so strong that he might feel embarrassed to be taken care of, forgetting that since he couldn’t move his legs, he had to help him to go to the toilet.

Luo Futu took a sip of chicken soup fed by Zhou Yan and stared at him as he swallowed it. He didn’t know what he was thinking, but his expression did not look like he was drinking chicken soup at all. Zhou Yan did not notice and was skimming the floating oil on top of the chicken soup before he blew slowly a few times and brought it to his mouth.

The atmosphere was so gentle that Luo Futu suddenly felt that his heart was slowly collapsing somewhere downward, and he stared at Zhou Yan for half a day before he said carelessly, “I want to eat meat.”

Zhou Yan looked at him suspiciously. ‘This guy…. He has such a good appetite, he doesn’t look like a patient at all.’ However, he still picked up a piece of chicken leg and handed it towards Luo Futu’s mouth. “Open your mouth.”

Luo Futu did not open his mouth and only looked at him innocently. “I can’t eat, you chew for me.”

“….” Zhou Yan’s hand holding the chicken leg trembled slightly, and it was at this point that he finally realized that this bastard was simply trying to take advantage of him.

“I warn you, do not go too far…. Chewing something for others to eat, isn’t that disgusting?”

Luo Futu looked at him with a smile. “Of course it’s disgusting if others chew, but not if you chew.”

“I’m disgusted!” Zhou Yan violently put the bowl on the table. “Don’t eat! I’ll starve you to death!”

Luo Futu looked at the bowl that he slammed on the table, and twitched his mouth. ‘Well….’ He had overplayed his hand and pissed him off. He forgot that Zhou Yan was also a flammable and explosive hazard, so it was good enough to let him feed himself. Why did he ask for so much?

Luo Futu was silently regretting, but he saw Zhou Yan suddenly pick up the bowl of chicken legs and take a bite before he fiercely pinched his chin as he came over to feed the chicken into his mouth. All this happened so fast that when Luo Futu reacted, Zhou Yan had already frowned and retreated, as if he was not the one who just fed him.

Luo Futu chewed the chicken leg meat in his mouth while staring at him in amazement, not even noticing when he swallowed the piece of meat.

“More.”

Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you know what it means to stop when you’re ahead?”

Luo Futu saw that he had the premonition of anger, and half-silently held out a finger to Zhou Yan. “For the last time, I promise.”

“….” Zhou Yan stared at him for a long time, exhaled heavily, and then tore a piece of meat from the chicken leg to feed it to him again by pinching his chin.

Luo Futu’s uninjured right hand fiercely wrapped around his waist, pulling Zhou Yan over hard and pressing him into his arms. He wrapped his tongue around the tip of his mouth as he rolled the food away from him. He pressed hard on the back of Zhou Yan’s head, and his tongue stirred hard in his mouth. This was different from the previous times, different from simply taking advantage, but this time, he put more emotions in it.

It was as if he really wanted to kiss him.

Zhou Yan was confused by Luo Futu. He wanted to push him away at first, but after perceiving his intentions, he was more confused. He subconsciously grabbed his arm, and with the tip of his tongue against him, he pushed twice as he did not know whether to resist or respond.

Luo Futu naturally would not let go of this opportunity, and he pressed the back of Zhou Yan’s head to make the kiss deeper and deeper. He even felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, and he seemed to have also kissed him like this before….

The two of them were getting more and more confused when loud cheering, mixed with the sound of percussion instruments, suddenly came from outside the window, bringing Zhou Yan back to his senses. He opened his eyes with a jerk and escaped from Luo Futu’s arms. With his chest rising and falling sharply, he stared at Luo Futu, who also looked confused and seemingly still deep in the atmosphere of the kiss.

Zhou Yan wiped his lips hard and swallowed the messy gasp in his mouth. “I’ll go out and take a look.”

“Hey…!” Luo Futu wanted to call out to him, but Zhou Yan had already run away while leaving only the door half-open. Luo Futu stared at the edge of the door and frowned tightly—thanks to his mood to watch the hustle and bustle at such a time. ‘Was it that important to watch the hustle and bustle?’