Chapter 5 Artificial Respiration, I Refuse

  "Hey, are you okay?"

  No response.

  The moon pushed again, and the strong body floated on the water. Wow, wouldn't it be true that a flat-bottomed pot would kill someone? Although in the past in the demon world, killing a few small demons was a common thing, but after all, small demons can be reborn, however, people seem to not be able to...

  With a grimace, he dragged his cumbersome body onto the shore, unaware that a pair of purple eyes had suddenly opened and then immediately closed again.

  "Hey, wake up." Yue poked his arm with the handle of a flat-bottomed pan.

  "This won't do." The frying pan gave a disdainful look, anyway their conversation was inaudible to others. "He's already been knocked out by you. Probably even if he choked on water, he wouldn't have the strength to cough it out."

  The flat-bottomed pot this little rascal always spoke with a strong gunpowder flavor, but seeing how loyal he was to himself, the month didn't mind this attitude.

  "What's to be done?"

  "According to human methods, it requires artificial respiration."

  Artificial respiration, isn't that mouth-to-mouth? "You've got to be kidding me, is my first kiss going to be given away like this?!"

  "Your thinking is too conservative, no wonder you can't get married."

  "Who cares about being conservative! Artificial respiration is just artificial respiration!" After saying that, Yue leaned in close to Ming's side, gazing at the face that had disrupted her heartbeat.

  Yuè pressed her lips together tightly and gazed nervously at those two thin, sexy lips. Her first kiss, was it really going to be given to him like this?

  "Hey, Meng, are you going to give him artificial respiration or not?"

  "Don't!" Yue said with a red face.

  Thinking of herself leaning against him, her red lips touching his icy yet soft mouth, she's...she's going to die from embarrassment!!!

  "I'll use magic!"

  Having said that, Yuè joined her hands together and was about to chant a spell.

  Who knew, the flat-bottomed pan suddenly jumped up and slapped the moon's head with a "piang" sound.

  "Don't hit, it won't be pretty if you get flattened." Yue rubbed his head, actually the flat-bottomed pot was that kind of sharp-tongued but soft-hearted boy, his voice was loud, but hitting people wasn't painful.

  "What's the point of being so pretty? Still nobody wants an old spinster like you."

  "If you dare say I again, I'll really take you to be a toilet lid!"

  The frying pan snorted in discontent and returned to the subject, "Don't forget, you only have three chances to use magic. Once they're used up, you'll be no different from ordinary humans."

  After being reminded by the flat-bottomed pan, Yue suddenly remembered this and felt depressed.

  Alas, there's no other way, manual respiration is necessary after all.

  Suddenly, Yue's eyes lit up and she coquettishly said, "Frying pan, I know you're a good person, can you help me with this?"