Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Chapter 1131 Blackback Lao 6's Apprentice 14

He really couldn't stand it. The dark version of Mr. Zhang was a bit scary, and he didn't like him like that.

The air was filled with a faint, bitter aroma of herbs, dispelling the previous faint smell of blood.

The candlelight flickered, casting warm and swaying light and shadows on the wall, gently enveloping the two figures.

Hei Xiazi was lying on the thick and soft bed with a thin blanket draped over his waist and abdomen.

He turned his face to the side, with his sunglasses casually placed on the pillow, and his eyes, which usually had a playful gleam in them, were now slightly closed.

He wants to take it easy.

The long eyelashes cast a small shadow under the eyes.

Zhang Qilin sat on the edge of the bed, facing him sideways.

The dim candlelight softened the angular lines of his profile, and his eyes, which were always as deep as a cold pond, now seemed to be tinged with a layer of warmth by the candlelight, focused and calm.

He was lowering his head and applying medicine to the black bear with extremely gentle movements.

Hei Xia Zi's waist injury was an old one, and he was previously affected by Zhang Qilin's uncontrolled power.

Although it was not intentional, under the warm yellow light, the skin looked a little red, swollen and bruised, contrasting with the honey-colored skin around it.

He bit the blind man's mouth.

He just lost control for a moment, and he still needs to improve the blind man's combat effectiveness.

Zhang Qilin's fingertips were stained with a cool ointment that exuded a strong herbal scent, and he carefully applied it to the bruises bit by bit.

His movements were extremely focused, and the strength of his fingertips was controlled just right, so as not to cause stinging to the injured area while allowing the medicine to penetrate slowly.

"Hmm..." The black bear let out a long nasal sound in comfort, like a big cat that felt comfortable having its fur stroked.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at Zhang Qilin's focused profile. The candlelight danced on the man's high nose bridge and tightly pursed lips.

"Dumb Zhang...who did you learn this technique from? It's quite...um...comfortable."

His voice was lazy and a little hoarse afterward.

Zhang Qilin did not answer immediately. He just used his fingertips to pick up more ointment and massaged the edge of the bruise in circles with an extremely slow and soothing rhythm.

I learned it from you, blind man. I learned it after you left.

Zhang Qilin's eyes darkened, then he regained his composure.

His fingertips had thin calluses from years of holding knives.

But under such deliberate control, that roughness turned into a reassuring touch and a steady sense of strength, which gradually dissolved the accumulated pain and stiffness.

"Before... I handled it myself."

Zhang Qilin finally spoke, his voice low and steady, like a stream flowing in the night.

His eyes were always on Hei Xia Zi's wound, and his gaze was as focused as if he was handling a rare treasure.

Hei Xiazi laughed softly, a slight vibration coming from his chest: "Tsk, no wonder... he's so cruel to himself."

He paused, a barely perceptible gentleness in his tone, "But... using it on me now is incredibly gentle."

Zhang Qilin paused almost imperceptibly while applying the ointment, then continued.

He did not refute, but his slightly drooped eyelashes cast a deeper shadow in the candlelight, as if hiding a hint of embarrassment at being seen through.

The scope of his massage began to expand, no longer limited to the injured area, but along the strong and smooth lines of Hei Xia Zi's waist and back, using the base of his palms and fingertips to push and press the tense muscles with moderate force.

The technique was steady and rhythmic, with an unquestionable control, yet full of considerate soothing.

Hei Xia Zi could clearly feel the touch of the warm palm against his skin, and the perfectly restrained power contained under his fingertips.

This is no longer suppression during a fight, but silent care and sharing between partners.

"Hiss...gently, gently...that spot on the left, yes, right there, it's a little sore..."

Hei Xia Zi squinted his eyes and hummed with comfort, but he was still giving orders.

He relaxed and put the weight of his entire body on the bed beneath him and Zhang Qilin's hands. It was a complete trust.

Zhang Qilin adjusted the strength as instructed and stayed on the sore muscle for a while longer. The force under his fingertips became softer, like a spring breeze.

He even leaned down slightly, got closer, and felt more carefully the subtle changes and relaxation of the muscles under his hands.

The distance between the two people suddenly narrowed, and Zhang Qilin's warm breath gently brushed across Hei Xiazi's bare shoulder blades, bringing a slight itch.

Hei Xia Zi's body trembled slightly, and the itchiness seemed to run up along his spine, making his heart numb.

He turned his head and met Zhang Qilin's eyes, which were very close to him and looked particularly deep in the candlelight.

There was no longer the cold murderous aura of battle, only a quiet, focused warmth that clearly reflected his own shadow.

The air seemed to grow thick and warm at that moment. The bitter aroma of herbs, the slightly burnt scent of candlelight, and the familiar scents of the two people intertwined and filled the small space.

A silent understanding and intimacy flows.

Zhang Qilin's gaze lingered on Hei Xiazi's sweaty temples and slightly red earlobes for a moment, and then he made an extremely natural movement.

He lowered his head and gently touched the protruding, sweat-soaked vertebra on the back of Hei Xiazi's neck with his slightly cool, dry lips.

It was a kiss as light as a dragonfly touching the water, carrying pure comfort and cherishment, without a trace of sexual aggression, but it went straight to the heart more than any intense action.

Hei Xia Zi's whole body trembled, and his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.

All the humming and commands disappeared, leaving only a silence that was wrapped in a warm current and was almost a sigh.

He closed his eyes and buried his face deeper into the soft pillow, leaving only his slightly red ears exposed in the candlelight.

Zhang Qilin did not make any further movement, but continued the massage with his hands, with a gentler force, as if he wanted to transmit the warmth contained in that light kiss through his fingertips, continuously to the deep of the other person's tense muscles and bones.

His fingertips occasionally brushed against the skin, bringing a slight tingling sensation like an electric current.

The candlelight crackled softly, and the light and shadow gently enveloped them.

The only sounds in the room were the subtle sound of the ointment being applied, the two people's intertwined, gentle breathing, and a tranquility and intimacy that required no words.

Zhang Qilin's always straight back now seemed a little softer under the warm light. His concentration was the deepest protective gesture towards the person under him.

He couldn't accept losing the blind man, and he would lose control whenever he thought about it.

Under Zhang Qilin's comfort, Hei Xia Zi's tense body completely relaxed, like a ship that finally sailed into a quiet harbor after experiencing storms. Under the silent comfort of his partner, he sank into a peaceful rest.

It's a pity that a strong wind blew in the middle of the night, and the storm came so suddenly.

Hei Xiazi always curses in the middle of the night.

You dumb bastard, you’re attacking by surprise.