Learning To Live As A Cultivator 153 Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Three - I Still Want To Go Into Town

When these words were spoken, the martial artist's eyes darkened and his chopsticks paused above the bowl of spiced cabbage. However, this hesitation did not last more than a breath and the delicately carved chopsticks that would not have appeared out of place upon an influential table (at least were they made of something other than cheap wood), dove into the leafy vegetables.

"No," came his answer as the lightly stir fried cabbage and chilli mix was placed close to the mouth. "You are not at full health and will only aggravate your injury." There was another pause as manners insisted upon silence until the mouthful of food was swallowed. Leon was aggrieved, but could only wait.

"B-But, Jin Li, it's b-b-been a week since I t-took the B-Bone Regrowth p-pill..." he began his protest, but was interrupted rudely.

"Are you disputing this Lord?" This time his chopsticks held a small dumpling which had been dipped into salty, rich sauce.

Leon shook his head; "N-No, of course n-not." He sighed inwardly, knowing he'd already admitted defeat before the battle had even begun.

"Then eat," Jin Li emphasised his instruction by pressing forward his chopsticks close towards Leon's mouth.

"You kn-know," Leon murmured, quietly as he could no longer ignore the stares of others in the Food Hall around him. "You d-don't have t-to f-feed m-me though.... I c-can d-do it! Aren't you hungry?"

Jin Li's eye's narrowed as he pressed the cooled dumpling against Leon's lips. "If you know this, then cease your futile arguments and eat more quickly, so that once you are done, this Lord can eat as well." Leon flushed red, his lips parting as Jin Li fed him another mouthful of food.

The silent observers felt that their world views had become warped into something unrecognisable and many appeared to have even lost the ability to translate what their eyes were seeing into coherent thought. Wasn't Leon in an envious relations.h.i.+p with their Lotus Maimai? So why was he acting all coy with that Martial Artist and even being fed by him? Was Leon cheating? With a man? Their eyes all glanced at Maimai, who was also staring at the men and their public displays of affection, but unlike them, she was beaming brightly, with a smile upon her face that made her even more stunning to behold. With that sight in mind, they all could not help but draw a complete blank and wonder what exactly was it that was occurring here?

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"C-Can I g-go into t-town t-t-tomorrow?" Leon was feeling a little breathless when he asked this, tumbling over his words as he gasped. Jin Li shadowed him with a frown.

"Why are you so insistent?" He asked, slightly irritated. "This Lord has already told you that it is too soon."

"I wanted t-to t-take my p-pills to b-be evaluated," Leon replied, honestly.

Jin Li glanced at the small jade bottles lined up upon one shelf. Admittedly, he had been a little intrigued to know how Leon's pills had changed in statistics. He could tell that their fragrance and appearance was different to the norm, but nothing else. Still... "No. Each time this Lord lets you out of his sight, I find that you have attracted trouble."

"That's n-n-not entirely t-true..." Leon denied, but was quickly cut off.

"Oh," his Martial Artist's brow rose in question. "Then when this Lord was acclimatising to the school, who was about to be ruined and suppressed by a fat fool and his subservients? And slipping away for a moment, who found himself at the mercy of a l.u.s.tful student? Becoming victim to unpleasant types, losing your gla.s.ses not once but twice... Not to mention the trouble you invite in front of this Lord as well! Give me one good reason why I should not lock you away?" Alright, Leon had to admit that this was somewhat true, but was that to say his luck was worse than other people's?

Thus Leon attempted a different route to obtain what he wanted, using Jin Li's love of food as a guide. "Um, well, I d-don't kn-know... I thought you would c-come with m-me to t-town anyway and afterwards... m-m-maybe we c-could find someplace n-nice to eat a m-meal t-t-t-together..." He blushed suddenly in realisation. Wasn't this like asking for a date?

"Fine, this Lord will allow it," Jin Li's words did not indicate whether he picked up on Leon's slip of tongue. "But you are not to step out of my sight."

"En," Leon agreed and seeing as the subject of conversation was settled, found his mouth and lips once more preoccupied as Jin Li continued his nightly ritual of stealing his breath with his obsessive kissing. Not that Leon enjoyed it any less, but the consequences... just as always, Leon felt something very firm press against his thigh. "Um. J-Jin Li," Leon murmured in between kisses, swallowing his nerves as he boldly asked; "W-Would you l-like m-m-me t-to help you d-d-deal with... that..."

"What?"

"You kn-know... that..." Leon lifted his leg a little, as much as one could when their body was caged beneath another, anyway, indicating to what he was referring to.

It may have been the dim light fooling his eyes, but Leon thought that Jin Li seemed a little red of face. "No need," Jin Li replied, almost coldly. "This Lord knows techniques to suppress it." What? Techniques? "Pay it no mind. Now sleep."

It took a while for Leon to close his eyes after Jin Li curled about him to do just that, unable to comprehend what he had just heard.