Mo Chongxi

"Holy shit! I haven't seen you in a year-what happened to you?!"

Inside a snow-white laboratory filled with cutting-edge medical equipment, a man in a white coat and safety goggles stared in astonishment at Weisheng Tou, who had suddenly appeared outside.

"Cut the crap... suppressants... already took them..."

Weisheng Tou panted softly, sweat streaming down his forehead.

Although he had already injected himself with a suppressant, his rut had hit especially hard this time, and he felt no relief whatsoever.

Besides, he had never experienced a rut while fully conscious.

Whenever he went into rut, he was either lost in madness, or it was suppressed along with his madness.

"Fuck, didn't you go to the Mo Family's Lan Mountain Residence? What are you doing here?! Is Mo Lu an idiot? He can't even suppress a rut?!"

Weisheng Tou's gaze turned vicious, his jaw clenched tight. "Mo Chongxi!"

"Okay, okay, okay. No bad-mouthing Mo Lu."

Mo Chongxi immediately left the laboratory and helped Weisheng Tou into another room.

Weisheng Tou leaned by the window, watching Mo Chongxi move.

Mo Chongxi immediately took out the suppressant specially formulated for Weisheng Tou and injected it into his vein with practiced ease.

"Tsk. Good thing I'm a Beta, otherwise..."

Mo Chongxi clicked his tongue and shook his head.

Lying on the sofa bed, Weisheng Tou gave a cold scoff without answering.

Mo Chongxi really was overthinking things.

He had no interest in anyone else.

He only wanted Mo Lu.

"It isn't even time for your rut yet... who made you lose control like this? Was it Young Master Mo? You really developed that kind of desire for an Alpha?"

The more Mo Chongxi spoke, the wider his eyes grew.

"Don't ask questions that aren't your business."

Weisheng Tou's breathing gradually steadied.

Although he was still filled with longing for Mo Lu, it was no longer as difficult to stay rational as it had been moments earlier.

Mo Chongxi shrugged.

He didn't need to ask at all. Weisheng Tou never concealed his desires.

Whether it was his desire to kill or his desire for Mo Lu.

With his rut hitting this hard, he must have brazenly crossed some line at the Mo Family.

Would he hear rumors tomorrow that Mo Lu had kicked Weisheng Tou out?

That would certainly be funny.

And certainly terrible.

Mo Chongxi looked thoughtfully at Weisheng Tou.

"Keep staring, and I'll gouge your eyes out and feed them to the dogs."

Weisheng Tou lay on the sofa bed without moving a muscle.

"Okay, okay, okay." Mo Chongxi snapped the medical kit shut. "But coming here at this hour-aren't you afraid the Mo Family will find out? Or that the Empire's military will see you?"

Weisheng Tou was silent for a long while before saying:

"I entered the Mo Family on a mission to begin with. What's wrong with coming to see you in the middle of the night? As for the Mo Family... I'll go back in three days."

"You're really planning to do something like that?" Mo Chongxi asked in surprise.

"No."

Weisheng Tou answered irritably.

Mo Chongxi wore an expression that said, I knew it.

True enough, when had Weisheng Tou ever done anything he didn't want to do?

"You'd better be prepared for the Empire. Sooner or later, they'll realize there's more to our relationship than meets the eye." Mo Chongxi frowned. "As for the Mo Family... if you think you can skip work whenever you want, stay here, then."

Weisheng Tou's lashes trembled slightly.

Of course he didn't want to leave Mo Lu like this, but he was in rut now. If he returned to the Mo Family and saw Mo Lu, he really would lose control again.

He wanted to possess Mo Lu utterly, yet he didn't want Mo Lu to see him in his madness.

He really was the most contradictory person of all.

Weisheng Tou thought self-mockingly, his large hand tightening around the jade pendant against his chest.

Watching his movements, Mo Chongxi shook his head slightly.

"I really don't understand you. Wouldn't it be better to go back and have Young Master Mo suppress your rut? I've been wanting to see a witch doctor treat someone up close. I'd love to watch Young Master Mo do his shamanic dance..."

Mo Chongxi looked rather eager.

Having just received the suppressant, Weisheng Tou struggled to control his breathing. He opened his eyes to look at him, a chilling sneer curling his lips.

"Mo Chongxi, fuck off, will you?"

"Okay, okay, okay. I'm fucking off."

Mo Chongxi got up and left, closing the door behind him.

He put his safety goggles back on, shook his head, and walked into the laboratory.

He was the personal physician the Empire had assigned to Weisheng Tou, and he was only eight years older than him.

Ever since the Empire's military had taken an interest in Weisheng Tou at fifteen, he had been responsible for all his treatment.

Weisheng Tou seemed all sharp edges, but after knowing him for so long, Mo Chongxi had discovered that deep down, he was just a sensitive child.

A very nasty child who protected what he wanted to protect in the most primal, direct way.

He guarded his treasure with painstaking care, viciously biting anyone who touched it.

If his surname weren't also Mo, Weisheng Tou probably wouldn't even spare him a glance.

If he hadn't also secretly helped Weisheng Tou resolve some problems, they wouldn't have become the friends they were now.

Mo Chongxi looked at the precision medical instruments in the laboratory, but he had no heart to resume his work.

"The Mo Family..."

Mo Chongxi sighed, a flicker of pain crossing his eyes.

The next day.

The night's rain in the mountains had stopped. The clear sky was an ocean blue, with a few clouds drifting lazily across it.

For once, Mo Lu hadn't found Weisheng Tou beside him that morning.

After finishing breakfast, he picked up a handkerchief and elegantly dabbed the corners of his mouth before asking Ye Liang beside him:

"Where's Weisheng Tou?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him all morning." Ye Liang bowed his head respectfully.

Mo Lu frowned slightly.

He despised people who disappeared on him without a word.

So Weisheng Tou knew he'd done something wrong yesterday and didn't know how to face him?

Ha.

Ridiculous.

He hadn't even said anything, and he was the Omega. Yet Weisheng Tou, the Alpha, had run away first.

"Go find out where he went."

Mo Lu's voice was icy.

Yet Ye Liang remained standing beside him.

Sensing that Ye Liang had no intention of leaving, Mo Lu lowered his head and rubbed his temples wearily.

Then he raised his slender fingers slightly toward Ye Liang-

Black light flickered at his fingertips. Ye Liang's knees immediately buckled against his will, and he fell to the floor with a thud, his entire body submitting before Mo Lu.

Cold sweat poured from Ye Liang's body.

It had been a long time since his young master had used a Curse Technique on him, much less an offensive one recorded by the Mo Family in Binding Evil.

Only Old Master Mo and his young master knew how to use it in the entire Mo Family.

"Ye Liang, this is the last time."

The black light at Mo Lu's fingertips intensified. Even as Ye Liang felt himself physically suffocating, Mo Lu's icy voice pierced him with a bone-deep ache.

Was it all because of Weisheng Tou?

Keeping his head bowed, Ye Liang said stubbornly, "Young master... you've been acting strangely ever since Weisheng Tou arrived... now that he's left on his own, isn't that a good thing? Why bring him back?"

Mo Lu's fingertips stilled.