Driven Away

Mo Lu's hand was still resting over Weisheng Tou's wound.

Green motes of light flowed steadily into Weisheng Tou's wound. Mo Lu kept his witch power flowing, caught between pulling his hand away and leaving it there.

Seeing that Mo Lu had no way to stop him, Weisheng Tou began entertaining other ideas.

He lowered his left hand, caught Mo Lu around the waist, and lifted him slightly, pulling him between his legs.

The hand Mo Lu had been resting lightly on Weisheng Tou's shoulder pressed straight into his wound.

Blood coated his hand.

The witch power in Mo Lu's hand immediately dissipated, and the markings on his face faded away.

"Weisheng Tou!"

He had reached the end of his patience.

Weisheng Tou held Mo Lu close, resting his chin on his shoulder as he murmured, "Young master, just a little while. Please?"

Mo Lu's breathing was slightly unsteady. "Let go!"

"No."

Weisheng Tou buried his face in the crook of Mo Lu's neck, then turned his head and gently licked his gland, leaving a glistening, wet trail.

A shudder ran through Mo Lu, and his breathing instantly quickened.

At last, Weisheng Tou caught the white tea scent he had missed for so long.

He drew a deep, enthralled breath, slid his large hand upward to cradle the back of Mo Lu's head, and kissed him deeply.

His tongue slipped into Mo Lu's mouth.

The overpowering scent of Rose Liquor enveloped Mo Lu.

Weisheng Tou opened his eyes slightly, looking at Mo Lu so close before him.

I couldn't hold back anymore.

After killing those people, I wanted so, so badly to see Mo Lu.

I wanted to crush him into my arms and hear him praise me, tell me, "You did so well."

Not have him sit in the cold Front Hall like before, watching me with that indifferent gaze.

Only asking questions that had nothing to do with me.

So...

"Young master, ask about me, please..."

Weisheng Tou murmured against Mo Lu's lips.

Mo Lu's face was flushed. He raised his hand to cast a curse technique.

But Weisheng Tou seemed to have anticipated it. The left hand cradling the back of Mo Lu's head caught both his hands.

"Weisheng Tou! What do you want me to ask?!"

Mo Lu was truly furious.

His hands were pinned firmly behind him, leaving him unable to move.

What could I ask?

What he came to the Mo Family for, what his motives were?

Whether he was pretending?

Why he went out and killed people?

Why he kept clinging to me, refusing to let go and throwing my thoughts into turmoil?

Was it just because of pheromones? Because of that damned love at first sight?

Weisheng Tou's gaze darkened, and he sealed Mo Lu's lips with his own.

He actually did not want Mo Lu to know what he had done.

But when Mo Lu truly asked nothing, he felt upset.

He wanted Mo Lu to ask whether he was hurting.

To ask whether he had been afraid when he saw so many people closing in to kill him.

"Weisheng Tou!"

Mo Lu bit down hard on the tip of Weisheng Tou's tongue.

Black light flashed from his hands, still pinned behind his back, and Weisheng Tou immediately released them as though he had been burned.

Mo Lu rose at once. With a flick of his fingers, Weisheng Tou's blood-soaked clothes tore open.

He slammed his palm against Weisheng Tou's chest, covered in black curse seals.

"Disperse!"

The markings on Weisheng Tou's chest vanished instantly.

Mo Lu stepped back twice, staring coldly at Weisheng Tou.

He took two deep breaths, then said icily, "Get out. Get out of the Mo Family."

"Young master..."

Weisheng Tou looked down at his bare, empty chest, his heart clenching painfully.

Mo Lu had removed his personal curse seal.

"Weisheng Tou, I'll say it one more time. Get out. Don't make me use a curse technique."

Weisheng Tou stood where he was, gazing intently at Mo Lu.

When Weisheng Tou did not move, Mo Lu turned and walked away.