Tou wanted more

Mo Lu looked at Weisheng Tou's lips, flushed an enticing red beneath his grip, then leaned forward slightly and bit down hard on them.

Beads of blood immediately welled up.

Weisheng Tou immediately flicked out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

Still bent forward, he gazed at Mo Lu in the seat of honor with deep, dark eyes, holding back his wildly swelling desire. His smoky voice was hoarse:

"Young master, Tou wants more."

I want to imprison the young master, so high above everyone else, in my arms.

Whether he rewards or punishes me, I want it all for myself.

Lu Yunsheng stared at their actions, his eyes widening.

Beside him, Ye Liang's large hand clenched the armrest hard, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

Mo Lu paid Weisheng Tou no further attention. He released his chin, then fixed Lu Yunsheng with a cold stare, his voice indifferent:

"Lu Yunsheng, anyone who belongs to me, Mo Lu, even if he's only a bedmate, isn't someone you can touch at will.

"Whether that son or grandson of yours committed those filthy acts or not, you have no right.

"You barged into my Lan Mountain Residence today. I won't hold that against you.

"Go back and guard your Lu Family's businesses carefully. Keep a close eye on your people. Don't let anything else go wrong and blame it on my Mo Family."

Mo Lu's fingertips shifted slightly. Lu Yunsheng's forehead pressed firmly against the floor, his entire body locked in a kowtow, unable to move.

Lu Yunsheng's eyes were filled with resentment, but he still answered shakily, "...Yes."

After this, he finally understood that the Mo Family had left the Lu Family alone out of sheer disdain.

Why had he ever dared come here and challenge Mo Lu?

With the power the Mo Family possessed, they could hardly even be called human!

The black light at Mo Lu's fingertips slowly dissipated.

Lu Yunsheng immediately collapsed on the floor, drenched in cold sweat as though he had been dragged out of the water.

Several Lu Family servants clutched their throats, gasping for breath.

Mo Lu frowned.

Ye Liang forced down the bitter ache rising inside him and strode forward. Grabbing Lu Yunsheng by the collar with one large hand, he dragged him out of the Front Hall.

After throwing Lu Yunsheng out, Ye Liang immediately returned to the Front Hall and stood before Mo Lu, his ruggedly handsome face filled with bitterness he could not hide.

Seeing that something was clearly wrong with Ye Liang, Mo Lu rubbed his temples-

What is this now?

Ye Liang's lips trembled. "Young master, are you really together with Weisheng Tou?"

"He's just a bedmate."

Ye Liang's eyes brightened slightly at those words. He glanced at Weisheng Tou beside him before continuing, "If it's only a bedmate you want, young master, why didn't you choose me? Why choose this madman who's barely been here any time at all? I'm a top-tier Alpha too."

"Ye Liang, do you know what you're saying?"

Mo Lu's slightly upturned peach blossom eyes fixed on Ye Liang, his voice cold to the bone.

"I do." Ye Liang clenched his fists.

"Leave."

Mo Lu's command was icy.

"Young master!"

Ye Liang stepped forward.

"Leave!"

Green light shimmered in Mo Lu's eyes.

Ye Liang stared blankly into Mo Lu's eyes, then pressed his lips together and slowly answered, "Yes."

He turned and strode away with his head lowered.

Mo Lu leaned back against the cushion, feeling a little weary.

Weisheng Tou stood beside him without speaking.

Silence filled the Front Hall.

Sunlight streamed through the wide-open doors, but stopped halfway across the room, unable to reach either of them.

Mo Lu let out a long breath and asked slowly, "Why did you kill him like that?"

Weisheng Tou's heart lurched.

What he had feared had finally come.

"...Young master... I couldn't control myself."

Weisheng Tou spoke softly.

He was not lying.

He simply could not control himself.

If that idiot couldn't say anything decent, he shouldn't have spoken at all.

If he liked reading those idiotic comments, then he could keep reading them forever.

Watching Lu Sa kneel on the floor, watching that disgusting tongue get cut off and those sinful eyes gouged out, he had trembled all over with pleasure.

The scalding blood had felt as though it would set his entire body ablaze.

But he could not let Mo Lu know any of those thoughts.

He could not let Mo Lu know he was a pervert, a monster.

"Young master..." Weisheng Tou's lips trembled slightly. "Young master... I don't know what's wrong with me either..."

Looking at Weisheng Tou's pale, bewildered face, Mo Lu could not imagine him cutting off Lu Sa's tongue.

Aside from his imposing build and muscles lending the idea some credibility, nothing else about him looked capable of torturing someone to death.

He looked so pitiful.

Green light flickered in Mo Lu's eyes, and witch power enveloped Weisheng Tou.

"You're nervous."

Mo Lu's face showed little expression.

Weisheng Tou's loose hair was disheveled, his thin lips lightly pressed together. Only after a long silence did he say softly, "I'm afraid you won't want me anymore... because of this."

Then he added with a little urgency, "Young master, Tou wants to stay by your side."

Looking at Weisheng Tou before him, Mo Lu felt that strange sensation again.

How could this be?

His witch power clearly detected no lie, yet the state of Lu Sa's corpse was undeniable.

Could his madness have gone unchecked for too long, affecting his mind again and making him this cruel?

That was indeed very possible.

Mo Lu's gaze lowered toward Weisheng Tou's lower abdomen...

"What happened to your hand?"

Only then did Mo Lu notice Weisheng Tou's bleeding hand.

"Young master, I'm fine." Weisheng Tou closed his hand into a fist.

"Hold it out."

Mo Lu sat up straight.

Weisheng Tou held out his hand.

"You did this yourself?" Mo Lu frowned slightly.

Holding Weisheng Tou's hand, Mo Lu studied his neatly trimmed but bloodstained nails.

He dug his own hand up like this? Doesn't this man feel pain?

"Weisheng Tou, everyone knows you're my bedmate now. That means every inch of your body belongs to me."

Mo Lu's voice was icy, but his hands were gentle.

Black light flickered at his fingertips as he stroked slowly over Weisheng Tou's injured palm.

Weisheng Tou felt a tingling itch in the wound. It was actually healing, little by little.

It felt very different from the rough treatment with the Healing Talisman last time.

"Young master... will this use up a lot of witch power?"

Weisheng Tou asked cautiously.

"Yes."

Mo Lu made no attempt to hide it, his brow slightly furrowed.

So stop getting hurt. It irritates me to look at it.

But he was certainly not irritated because Weisheng Tou was injured. He simply hated the smell of blood.

Watching the focused Omega before him and listening to his indifferent words, Weisheng Tou could not stop the corners of his lips from rising.

The young master is healing me because I'm special to him, isn't he?

The young master has already acknowledged me as his bedmate.

Does that mean I'm one step closer to him now?

Can I push things a little further in the future?

"Young master, does that mean you won't hold the trouble I caused against me?"

A hint of excitement slipped into Weisheng Tou's voice.

Hearing the happiness Weisheng Tou could not conceal, Mo Lu inexplicably pictured a large dog wagging its tail at him, begging for affection.

He gave a faint sigh.

Forget it.

It's only the Lu Family, after all.

If he killed him, so be it.

As for exactly how he killed him, that doesn't matter either.

With me, Mo Lu, here, no one will dare come looking for trouble.

Seeing Mo Lu remain silent, Weisheng Tou knew he had let the matter go.

He knelt on one knee before Mo Lu and looked up at him expectantly:

"Young master, do you need me to warm your bed tonight? My pheromones smell very nice. They can help you sleep peacefully all night."

Mo Lu's hand paused, and he raised his eyes to look at him coldly.

A moment later, he tossed Weisheng Tou's hand aside, stood, and walked straight out.

Weisheng Tou watched Mo Lu's retreating figure, his gaze darkening.

He raised the wrist Mo Lu had held and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. An intoxicated, satisfied smile curled his lips.