Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Fu Sichen actually wrote the talisman.
Like a truly talented all-rounder.
He only took one look at the complicated scrawlings and was able to reproduce it accurately and quickly.
Pei Zhen felt that Fu Sichen was a real idiot.
But his heart warmed towards the stupid Fu Sichen. He felt his blood pulsating and his body burning.
Fu Sichen was looking very serious as he drew.
He was awash in the soft light. His profile was handsome, with his lips pursed slightly and his sincere expression.
No matter what he had to do in the process, he was doing it whole-heartedly for Pei Zhen.
“Done.” Drawing a talisman required quite a bit of blood. Fu Sichen didn’t seem to mind the pain of pricking his fingertips. Once he finished, he quickly showed it to Pei Zhen as if seeking approval. “I did it sincerely.”
Pei Zhen looked him in the eyes and was stunned for a moment. The words ‘You’re not even my lover’ didn’t find their way out of his throat.
“After drawing the talisman, we have to burn it and make talisman water.” Fu Sichen referred to his research material. “And you have to drink it while it’s hot for best effect.”
“What?” Pei Zhen suddenly panicked and widened his eyes. He meowed anxiously. “Are you nuts? You mean I have to drink talisman water? Fu Sichen, are you deluded? Wake up!”
To follow the silly “Sorcery 101” manual was already his limit. Pei Zhen swore that if Fu Sichen made him drink talisman water, he would rather perform kamikaze and kill both of them.
“Ok, I was just teasing you.” Fu Sichen could easily read Pei Zhen. He folded the talisman and strung a red string through it, and then he hung it around Pei Zhen’s neck. “Don’t worry, the talisman is from a Taoist priest. I heard that he’s quite a professional one.”
It didn’t matter if it was superstitious. The reality was worse than anything, and it wasn’t a real option to not believe.
Pei Zhen choked for a bit. He glanced at the jade pendant, then at the talisman, and finally at Fu Sichen’s slightly playful expression. He couldn’t help but feel angry.
“You’re rejecting my sincerity?” Fu Sichen smiled. It was just in him to be a tease. “You said you were going to be responsible towards me, was that a lie? One really cannot believe what men say.”
What the….
What did that have to do with responsibility?!
Pei Zhen felt accused and ignored Fu Sichen. Only, the moment he took a look at Fu Sichen’s hopeful expression, it was as though he had fallen under some sort of spell—as though he was possessed. He walked up close to Fu Sichen and gently licked his fingertips.
As the faint taste of blood spread in his mouth, Pei Zhen suddenly felt an electrifying force zapping him out of that mesmerized state. He retreated, jumped off the bed and ran out of the room.
Crap! Crap! Crap!
What was wrong with him?!
He was actually licking his sworn enemy’s fingertips!
The Persian cat was a flurry of confusion, and he was livid. On the other hand, Best Actor Fu was smiling uncontrollably.
His fingertips were warm from Pei Zhen’s touch, and his heart full and content.
Pei Pei would eventually be his…
Fu Sichen went to the hospital every so often, more so than before. And of course, that caught the attention of the paparazzi.
They had already known that Fu Sichen was filming nearby, and the reporters, of course, milled around. Slowly, their focus shifted to the hospital.
“He’s here again. It’s the second time today.”
“If I remember right, Pei Zhen is in this hospital.”
“Tsk tsk, aren’t the two of them opponents? Since when were they close friends?”
“That Persian cat… didn’t Pei Zhen get into an accident because he was trying to save it?”