The earring

What the hell was going on?

That pitiful look made it seem as if he, Mo Lu, had done something to Weisheng Tou!

Mo Lu struggled to suppress the strange feeling in his chest. "Leave. Don't come in again without my permission."

Weisheng Tou remained seated on the bed.

"Is there something else?"

"Young master, may I ask you to help suppress my rut?"

A trace of pleading crept into Weisheng Tou's voice.

"In the past, my rut always came with my madness, so... I've never truly experienced a rut.

"So, if my rut comes, may I ask you to help suppress it?"

Mo Lu silently studied the earnest face before him.

Weisheng Tou gazed at him with downturned puppy eyes, a lingering flush still coloring his face.

After a long moment, Mo Lu got out of bed and picked a long, narrow obsidian earring at random from the jewelry stand.

He placed the expensive, exquisite earring in his left palm. A faint black glow rose from the fingertips of his right hand.

Mo Lu traced an intricate sigil in the air. As his hand moved, the sigil gradually sank into the earring.

Empowered by the spell, the obsidian earring gleamed with a soft light.

Weisheng Tou quietly watched Mo Lu, his eyes brimming with intense infatuation.

How could he look so beautiful even when casting a spell with that expressionless face...

"Come here."

Mo Lu's voice was cold.

"Yes."

Weisheng Tou immediately rose and approached him.

Mo Lu looked at him coldly, holding the earring without moving.

Weisheng Tou understood at once. He dropped to one knee before Mo Lu and tilted his face up reverently.

Only then did Mo Lu bend slightly and lift his hand, driving the sharp post straight through Weisheng Tou's smooth left earlobe.

"This earring can suppress a rut. In your case, come back every three months to have the spell replenished."

"Yes."

Weisheng Tou answered softly, feeling the sting in his left earlobe.

His young master had given him a gift.

And it was his young master's own earring.

The thought that the obsidian earring had once adorned Mo Lu's lustrous earlobe filled Weisheng Tou with excitement.

He was so happy.

Mo Lu's left hand lingered against Weisheng Tou's slightly swollen, reddened earlobe. He looked at his parted lips and handsome face, then finally straightened and sat on the couch by the window.

"Leave."

"Yes."

Weisheng Tou left the room.

Mo Lu looked at the green mountains beyond the carved wooden window, feeling that the air inside was still stiflingly hot.

He had to figure out what was going on with Weisheng Tou's curse as soon as possible.

It might even have something to do with his parents.

He needed to break the Curse Technique on Weisheng Tou as soon as possible, then make him leave.

Mo Lu closed his eyes and settled into the most relaxed position he could, regulating his breathing to soothe the heat in his body and the lingering injuries.

After stepping outside, Weisheng Tou saw Ye Liang.

Why was he still here?

Weisheng Tou grew irritated.

An Alpha at Mo Lu's side...

He couldn't simply kill him, either.

How could he make him get lost?

Weisheng Tou stopped.

Ye Liang was already irritated. Knowing Weisheng Tou was in the young master's room had irritated him, and now that he saw him come out, he was even more irritated.

"You really hate me, don't you?"

Weisheng Tou tilted his head slightly, a wicked smile tugging at his lips.

Ye Liang said nothing.

"I hate you too."

Weisheng Tou shook his head, making the obsidian earring flash dazzlingly in the sunlight.

As Ye Liang looked at the pendant hanging from Weisheng Tou's ear, his expression darkened.

He asked in a low voice, "Where did you get that earring?"

"The young master put it on me himself."

Weisheng Tou looked at Ye Liang with a beaming smile.

"That's impossible!"

Ye Liang clenched his fists.

"Why don't you go ask him, then?"

Weisheng Tou tilted his head and stroked the pendant with his finely jointed fingers. A smile lingered on his lips, while his slightly narrowed eyes brimmed with twisted infatuation and satisfaction.

An inexplicable shiver ran through Ye Liang as he watched him.

It felt as though Weisheng Tou was touching Mo Lu, not the earring.

How could this be?

"You like the young master too?"

Ye Liang glared fiercely at Weisheng Tou.

"What? Are you the only one allowed to like him?"

Weisheng Tou looked at Ye Liang, his face full of bewilderment.

"The young master is an Alpha!"

Weisheng Tou smiled carelessly. "So you do know the young master is an Alpha. Since you like him so much, do you want to mark him, or have him mark you?"

Ye Liang froze on the spot.

It wasn't as if he had never considered that question.

Two Alphas together...

Could Mo Lu really be beneath him?

Ye Liang snapped viciously at Weisheng Tou, "What's it to you?!"

"Oh, getting worked up, are we?" Weisheng Tou clicked his tongue.

"Don't just fucking talk about me! You like the young master too! Would you mark him, or would he mark you?!"

"Ah... marking the young master..."

Weisheng Tou licked his lips as though savoring something and sighed, then suddenly turned another beaming smile on Ye Liang.

"Actually, I'd be very happy... lying beneath the young master."

Ye Liang paused, instantly understanding what Weisheng Tou meant.

His face flushed scarlet. "Are you even a fucking Alpha?!"

"Ah..."

Weisheng Tou sat lazily on the bench beside the corridor, propping both elbows behind him on the backrest and casually crossing his long legs.

"But my young master Mo Lu is an Alpha too."

Ye Liang was so furious he laughed. "Yours?"

Weisheng Tou said nothing. He closed his eyes contentedly, then raised a hand to toy with his earring.

Watching him, Ye Liang choked on his anger.