Does it hurt?

By the time Mo Lu woke up, it was already afternoon.

He looked around in confusion and realized he was back in his room.

Weisheng Tou was asleep beside him, slumped over.

Mo Lu reached out to push him, only to freeze when he saw his own sleeve.

These were not the clothes he had been wearing before.

So had Weisheng Tou changed him?

Then didn't that mean...

Mo Lu's fingertips curled slightly.

He looked at Weisheng Tou, his gaze complicated.

Weisheng Tou was still wearing his bloodstained clothes.

The wound on his right arm had torn open completely, and the fabric had stuck to the flesh.

As Mo Lu looked at the gruesome wound, his heart tightened a little.

He reached out and nudged Weisheng Tou, only to discover that he was burning hot.

Mo Lu's expression changed, and he raised a hand to touch Weisheng Tou's forehead.

"Young Master..."

Weisheng Tou opened his eyes.

His moist, downturned eyes gazed at Mo Lu. His cheeks were flushed from the fever, making him look pitiful.

"You have a fever."

Mo Lu frowned.

"I'm fine. Someone from the Ye Family is here. You should go see them first, Young Master... It wouldn't do to delay your business because of me..."

Weisheng Tou spoke softly.

Hearing Weisheng Tou repeatedly address him as his subordinate, Mo Lu frowned slightly.

He had not yet agreed to let Weisheng Tou come back.

Besides, Weisheng Tou had just injured Ye Liang.

Mo Lu asked coldly, "Can you still walk on your own?"

"I can."

"Go wash yourself in the Hidden Splendor Pool. I cast a Curse Technique on the Hot Spring there, so it has healing properties."

"Yes." Weisheng Tou got up, but stumbled.

Mo Lu watched him with a frown.

Weisheng Tou immediately steadied himself. "I'm fine. I'll go right away."

He promptly turned and left the room.

Only after Weisheng Tou had left did Mo Lu get up, change his clothes, and head to the Medicine Hall.

A middle-aged man was sitting inside the Medicine Hall.

Even Old Master Mo had come.

"Grandfather."

Mo Lu bowed slightly to Old Master Mo without looking at Ye Liang's father, Ye Song, beside him.

Ye Song's face was filled with grief.

Old Master Mo, meanwhile, wore a dark expression.

Mo Lu first went to the bedside to check on Ye Liang. Once he saw that Ye Liang was in no immediate danger, he sat down in a chair.

The atmosphere in the Medicine Hall was tense.

Ye Song broke the stalemate first, his expression pleading.

"Young Master Mo Lu, Ye Liang was injured by your bedmate. Please, I beg you, save him."

Old Master Mo slammed his hand on the table. "Ye Song, are you joking? I already told you that Ye Liang's paralysis can't be cured! Not even the Mo Family can cure him!"

Treating an injury like this would take so much effort. Why should he make his grandson go to such lengths to save someone who had been in the wrong to begin with?

Ye Song looked at Ye Liang on the bed, his eyes full of anguish.

He did not believe the Mo Family could not cure him.

He had to beg Mo Lu to heal Ye Liang.

Otherwise, Ye Liang's entire life would be ruined.

Ye Liang was the Ye Family's hope.

So Ye Song dropped to his knees before the two of them. "Young Master, I'm kneeling before you. Please, be magnanimous and save Ye Liang."

Mo Lu looked coldly at Ye Song kneeling before him.

He had initially considered saving Ye Liang. After all, they had grown up together.

But after seeing Ye Song anger Old Master Mo and then kneel before him, he no longer wanted to treat him.

"Ye Song. I haven't settled accounts over what Ye Liang did yet. Since you're here, why don't you bear the consequences for him?"

Mo Lu turned the White Jade Thumb Ring on his hand out of habit.

Ye Song's expression changed.

He had thought Mo Lu would refrain from making things difficult for him out of consideration for their shared childhood. He had not expected Mo Lu to be so heartless.

"Ye Ling's Enhancement Agent and Ye Liang's Enhancement Agent both came from your Ye Family. Both doses were used in attempts to kill my bedmate."

Mo Lu's tone was indifferent.

"What? Does your Ye Family object to members of the Mo Family finding partners? If I find an Omega in the future, will you not even need an Enhancement Agent, making it even easier for your family to kill them?"

At Mo Lu's words, Ye Song's face instantly turned deathly pale.

How could he not know how important offspring were to the Mo Family?

He knew how difficult it was to pass on that precious bloodline.

He also now knew that Ye Liang's attempt to kill had been driven entirely by an Alpha's possessiveness. He had simply been outmatched, and had only himself to blame for how things had ended.

But he could not admit that!

Ye Song immediately protested, "No, Young Master Mo Lu! This is a private feud between the Ye Family and the Weisheng Family. It has nothing to do with the Mo Family!"

"A private feud? What private feud? As far as I know, the Ye Family never had any dealings with the Weisheng Family before this, did they?"

Mo Lu shifted position, leaning back casually.

"Young Master, everything is the Ye Family's fault. It's all our fault. But Ye Liang is truly innocent... Please, Young Master, save Ye Liang!"

Ye Song knocked his forehead against the floor with loud thuds.

Mo Lu shifted slightly aside to avoid receiving Ye Song's grand gesture, then looked at him with a soft laugh.

"As my subordinate, he fought with my bedmate over my affections right under my nose and repeatedly tried to kill him. Your Ye Liang really is innocent."

Hearing Mo Lu say "bedmate" over and over, Old Master Mo could not help glancing at him.

That word sounded strange coming from his grandson's mouth.

Ye Song's lips trembled.

"Take Ye Liang and leave, Uncle Ye," Mo Lu said lightly. "The Mo Family will not treat Ye Liang. From now on, the Ye Family will have no connection whatsoever to the Mo Family. This is also the last time I will call you Uncle Ye."

Ye Song's shoulders trembled slightly.

Tears actually slipped from his eyes.

The sight irritated Mo Lu.

He waved a hand, stood up, and said to Old Master Mo, "Grandfather, I'm exhausted. I'll go back and rest first. You should already know all about Ye Liang's condition, so I won't say any more."

"Go on, go on. Leave this to me."

Old Master Mo waved Mo Lu off with a smile.

Mo Lu bowed and left, heading straight for the bathing pool.

Inside the Hidden Splendor Pool.

Steam swirled through the air.

Weisheng Tou gritted his teeth as he cleaned his wound.

His head swam as he soaked in the hot water, and he could barely remain seated.

It had been a long time since he had felt what it was like to be ill.

Mo Lu entered in his underclothes, stepped straight into the bathing pool, and stood beside Weisheng Tou.

"Young Master..."

Weisheng Tou looked up at Mo Lu standing over him.

"Mm."

Mo Lu's white underclothes clung tightly to his body, his fair skin faintly visible beneath them.

And those two points...

The completely naked Weisheng Tou immediately reacted.

Did Mo Lu have any idea that looking like this was even more arousing than wearing nothing at all...?

Weisheng Tou closed his eyes, repeatedly recalling how Mo Lu had driven him away, and drew his submerged body in slightly.

Mo Lu did not notice anything unusual about Weisheng Tou.

He sat beside Weisheng Tou and leaned closer to examine his shoulder wound.

Weisheng Tou had forcibly pulled out every stitch at the front of the wound, and blood seeped into the hot spring water.

The back of his shoulder, where Weisheng Tou could not reach, was a complete mess.

The threads were all tangled together and embedded in his flesh.

Looking at the clearly inflamed wound, Mo Lu's breathing grew slightly unsteady.

His heart seemed to ache.

His eyes stung a little, too.

For Mo Lu, this was an entirely unfamiliar feeling.

He held it in for a long time, but finally could not help asking stiffly:

"Does it hurt?"

Weisheng Tou froze slightly at Mo Lu's question.

The young master was concerned about him.

Even though he had driven him away just earlier.

"Young Master, it doesn't hurt."

Weisheng Tou's voice was low and husky, lifting slightly at the end. In the humid bathing pool, it sounded languid and seductive.