A light rain began falling in the mountains at dusk, its intermittent threads like the dark clouds endlessly pouring out their grievances to the earth.
Mo Lu sat meditating in the quiet room, faint black glimmers flickering at his pale fingertips.
Without Weisheng Tou beside him, Mo Lu indeed found it easy to settle his mind.
Out of sight, out of mind.
"Young master."
Ye Liang's voice came from outside.
Mo Lu slowly exhaled and withdrew his Witchcraft before saying coolly:
"Come in."
Ye Liang immediately pushed the door open. "Young master, I've investigated Weisheng Tou."
"Speak."
Mo Lu rubbed between his brows.
Here came the trouble again.
"His history is quite simple."
Ye Liang had found nothing unusual and sounded somewhat disappointed.
"His parents eloped and were later cast out by the Weisheng Family. I haven't looked into whether they're still alive. Weisheng Tou grew up in the Weisheng Family. After differentiating into a Super S-Rank Alpha at thirteen, he began showing signs of madness and was kept in a cage from then on."
"Anything else?"
"After his differentiation, the Weisheng Family tried every possible way to treat him. Later, when Weisheng Tou was around fifteen, the Empire's military also became involved in his treatment. On average, they took him to the Empire's military medical base for a period every two months."
"The military got involved..." Mo Lu frowned slightly.
A Super S-Rank Alpha was certainly worth the Empire's intervention.
But he recalled what Old Master Mo had said: the Mo Family must not meddle in the Empire's affairs.
His grandfather clearly knew something but was unwilling to tell him.
Ye Liang continued respectfully, "But a year ago, for some unknown reason, the Empire's military stopped treating Weisheng Tou. Perhaps they decided he was beyond saving."
Mo Lu slowly shook his head.
It could not be that simple.
Seeing Mo Lu's reaction, Ye Liang immediately said firmly:
"Young master, I've already sent people to investigate the period when Weisheng Tou was receiving treatment from the Empire. But as you know, young master, the Empire has always been deeply wary of our Mo Family. Even if we investigate... it may be difficult to uncover anything."
"No need to investigate further." Mo Lu stood.
Ye Liang frowned. "Then, young master, if Weisheng Tou belongs to the Empire..."
"I have my own plans." Mo Lu coolly cut him off.
"Yes." Ye Liang lowered his head.
Without looking at him again, Mo Lu walked straight out of the quiet room, intending to return to his bedroom and rest.
"Young master."
Weisheng Tou's voice came from behind him.
Mo Lu turned and saw Weisheng Tou standing to one side.
He had already changed his clothes.
A solid black sleeveless shirt hugged his body, freely outlining muscles that looked just right-neither excessively bulky nor lacking in strength. A round jade pendant on a black cord swayed gently against his chest.
Below, he wore black cargo pants and combat boots.
With his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and shaggy wolf-cut hair spilling onto his shoulders, he looked indescribably wild.
Mo Lu's breath caught.
He had only thought that a suit looked somewhat odd on Weisheng Tou, and that the tightly fastened buttons instead gave him a restrained sort of sex appeal. That was why he had wanted him to change into something casual.
How was he supposed to know he would take casual this far!
Mo Lu could only feel his pheromones stirring again. He had clearly just calmed his mind through meditation, yet agitation was already rising within him once more.
Weisheng Tou, however, saw nothing strange about his outfit. After all, this was the sort of clothing he always wore when he "worked"-clean and practical.
But...
Looking at Mo Lu's slightly stiff posture, Weisheng Tou immediately understood something.
"Young master... do you dislike what I'm wearing?"
On this restless, rainy night, Weisheng Tou's husky voice sounded especially seductive, with a faint note of dejection.
Ye Liang raised his leg and kicked hard at Weisheng Tou. "Weisheng Tou, did your Weisheng Family ever teach you any manners? Dressing so informally in front of the young master-is this how you were raised?"
"Ugh..."
Weisheng Tou took Ye Liang's kick squarely on his arm and gave a muffled grunt.
Seeing that Weisheng Tou had not dodged at all, Ye Liang's eyes widened. "You!"
"Sorry... I... haven't had anyone to teach me since I was thirteen... I didn't do it on purpose..."
Weisheng Tou lowered his eyes slightly.
"If the young master thinks this outfit is inappropriate, I'll change back tomorrow."
Ye Liang laughed outright in fury.
Who was this??
Who the fuck was this pitiful-looking, muscle-bound lunatic in front of him??!
"Weisheng Tou, don't fucking... don't put on an act with me!" Ye Liang's expression darkened.
Mo Lu frowned slightly.
He had no idea how long Weisheng Tou had been there or how much of their conversation he had heard.
Mo Lu said, "Weisheng Tou, come with me. Ye Liang, you can leave for now."
Mo Lu turned and headed toward his room.
Ignoring Ye Liang, Weisheng Tou followed beside Mo Lu without looking away.
Ye Liang remained where he stood, his expression growing darker.
He would make this piece of Weisheng Family trash get lost!
The pattering rain steeped the night in darkness, the sky dimming with every passing moment.
By the faint yellow glow of the corridor's floor lights, Weisheng Tou lowered his gaze slightly to Mo Lu's pale neck. A subtle scent of white tea lingered at his nose.
No matter when he saw him, Mo Lu always looked calm and unruffled, radiating the effortless composure of someone accustomed to authority.
Even when his pheromones aroused Mo Lu so much that he could barely control himself, Mo Lu never lost his reason or composure.
But he could not do the same.
He was merely a Super S-Rank Alpha, with no Witchcraft to keep himself sane.
He even suffered from madness to begin with.
He wanted to throw Mo Lu onto the bed right now.
Mark him on this empty, rainy night.
Listen to his cries mingle with the driving rain, sounding like shattered jade.
Weisheng Tou's breathing quickened slightly.
"Young master..."
Weisheng Tou raised his hand and pressed his fingertips against Mo Lu's gland.
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