Kissing Mo Lu

Weisheng Tou watched Mo Lu without saying a word.

Mo Lu said coldly, "Weisheng Tou, I am the greatest Witch Doctor in the Mo Family's history. I am a Spirit Medium, a doctor.

"Ye Liang grew up with me. Out of affection, I shouldn't abandon him. Out of duty, as a Witch Doctor, I have even less reason to stand by and let him die.

"Weisheng Tou, don't imagine you can change me. And don't imagine you can define me with that nonsense about Alphas being born stronger than Omegas. I have never needed anyone to protect me. I have never needed anyone else to solve my problems."

As Weisheng Tou listened to Mo Lu's icy words, his grip gradually loosened, but he still did not let go.

Mo Lu was so proud.

So proud that Weisheng Tou felt he could never reach him.

His desire to imprison Mo Lu grew stronger and stronger.

He wanted Mo Lu to look at him alone.

He wanted Mo Lu to heal only him.

Mo Lu was his Omega.

Mo Lu could only be his Omega!

Weisheng Tou's pheromones spilled out involuntarily, and a trace of madness surfaced in his eyes.

Looking into Weisheng Tou's eyes, Mo Lu immediately realized that although Weisheng Tou appeared to be listening, he had little reason left.

Mo Lu immediately stopped treating Ye Liang.

He pressed his palm against the Curse Seal on Weisheng Tou's lower abdomen.

Black light, entirely unlike the emerald glow, gradually gathered in his palm.

Mo Lu slowly recited the incantation that suppressed the madness:

"Banish evil and bind demons, preserve life and protect the body."

"May the three souls endure forever, and the spirits neither perish nor fall!"

Under the influence of the Curse Technique, the golden light in Weisheng Tou's eyes melted away like ice and snow.

His deep black eyes fixed on Mo Lu before him.

Weisheng Tou knew perfectly well that he had not actually lost his reason.

Even now, he still wanted to imprison Mo Lu at his side.

He wanted to mark him permanently.

He wanted to fuck Mo Lu until he had eyes for no one but Weisheng Tou, until "Weisheng Tou" was the only name he could utter.

But clearly, Mo Lu thought his earlier behavior had been the result of losing his mind.

At that thought, Weisheng Tou made his decision almost instantly.

His eyes immediately turned bewildered as he looked at Mo Lu.

He took a small step back and lowered his head, saying rather pitifully,

"Young master... I'm sorry. Have I caused you trouble again...? I couldn't control myself..."

Watching him, Mo Lu frowned slightly.

He actually found himself unable to tell which version was the real Weisheng Tou.

The man from before and the man before him now seemed like two entirely different people.

Mo Lu felt that Weisheng Tou had thrown his mind into complete confusion.

But he truly had no energy to spare for thinking about Weisheng Tou's condition.

Ye Liang was still lying behind him.

At that thought, Mo Lu immediately turned around, green light flickering at his fingertips.

Standing behind Mo Lu, Weisheng Tou raised his head again, his gaze sweeping over Mo Lu's drenched body.

He studied Mo Lu's slender, straight figure, his eyes darkening.

After an unknown stretch of time, the sky had begun to pale with dawn, and the downpour had long since stopped.

Mo Lu finally stopped the treatment.

Ye Liang's breathing had steadied as well.

Looking at Ye Liang, Mo Lu slowly let out a breath of relief.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Saving someone on the verge of death had taken an immeasurable toll on him, too.

Yet even after such a long treatment, he still had not healed the damage to Ye Liang's nerves.

Ye Liang was still paralyzed.

He simply would not die now.

Exhausted, Mo Lu leaned back in a nearby chair.

Watching Mo Lu, Weisheng Tou slowly released his pheromones.

Unlike those in the cold rain earlier, these pheromones offered only comfort.

Mo Lu opened his eyes slightly to look at Weisheng Tou, but said nothing more.

He really was exhausted.

Over the past few days, his emotions had been more tangled than ever before.

He truly wanted a good night's sleep.

Even if the person responsible for that turmoil was watching him from right beside him.

Mo Lu closed his eyes in front of Weisheng Tou.

His breathing gradually steadied.

Once Mo Lu was sound asleep, Weisheng Tou stood and carefully picked him up.

To his surprise, Mo Lu did not wake.

Weisheng Tou's rose liquor pheromones enveloped Mo Lu completely.

He carried him back to the bedroom.

Mo Lu was as light as a sheet of paper in his arms.

Weisheng Tou could barely feel his weight.

He could not feel anything in his right arm either, though its stitches had already torn open.

His rose liquor pheromones could numb his own pain receptors to a degree, which was how he had managed to beat Ye Liang senseless as though nothing were wrong.

But the wound on his arm was very real.

Weisheng Tou frowned as he watched his blood stain Mo Lu's clothes red.

I hate seeing blood on Mo Lu.

With that thought, Weisheng Tou gently laid Mo Lu on the bed.

He went to the wardrobe and found a clean set of clothes.

Returning to the bedside, he bent down and undid the buttons of Mo Lu's cross-collared robe one by one.

The robe slipped off.

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Weisheng Tou's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Wisps of Mo Lu's pheromones curled around his nose.

At that moment, Mo Lu was like a cup of fine white tea, waiting for him to taste it.

Looking at Mo Lu lying utterly defenseless on the bed, Weisheng Tou finally could not resist lowering his head.

He did indeed taste of white tea.

Light, yet so fragrant it sent his heart and mind into disarray.

In the faint light of dawn, Weisheng Tou boldly profaned the man he regarded as a deity, boldly profaned his dream.

In his bloody, filthy life, those nights filled with dreams were deep, dark pools where he could hide.

He could indulge himself,

could go mad,

could act without restraint.

Mo Lu, Mo Lu.

My Mo Lu.

As long as Mo Lu was there in those nights, he could endure anything.

Weisheng Tou lifted his head and kissed Mo Lu on the lips.

Mo Lu's soft breaths brushed his cheek.

Weisheng Tou closed his eyes, a little entranced.

Mo Lu's lips were so soft, so sweet.

Even without a response, he lost himself in them.

"Young master!"

A servant was calling outside.

Weisheng Tou was pulled back to reality.

He took several deep breaths, struggling to suppress his body's reaction.

He rose, walked to the door, and opened it, asking coldly, "What is it?"

"People from the Ye Family have arrived."

The servant looked at Weisheng Tou helplessly, unsure whether to report to him.

"The young master is already resting. If the Ye Family wants to see Ye Liang, take them to him. Do not disturb the young master again."

Weisheng Tou's expression was full of impatience.

The servant hesitated, then answered, "Yes."

Weisheng Tou closed the door and returned to the room.

He picked up the clothes he had found earlier and carefully dressed Mo Lu.