May I Come Back?

Mo Lu looked at Weisheng Tou's terrifying, blood-red wound and gave a quiet murmur of acknowledgment.

He took out the gauze he had prepared beforehand, lowered his eyes, and wiped away the blood around Weisheng Tou's wound.

The blood flowed away with the water of the Hot Spring.

Weisheng Tou looked down at Mo Lu, who was so close to him.

He hesitated, but still settled his large hand on Mo Lu's waist.

Rose Liquor Pheromones slowly spread, carrying nothing but a soothing scent.

Mo Lu's movements paused slightly.

Weisheng Tou instinctively held his breath.

He didn't know whether Mo Lu would push him away.

But he really, really wanted to hold Mo Lu.

Only when he touched him did it feel real.

Mo Lu looked at Weisheng Tou's mangled wound. His eyes flickered, but he said nothing.

He tacitly allowed Weisheng Tou to overstep.

The warmth at his waist was even hotter than the Hot Spring water.

Mo Lu could feel the pressure of Weisheng Tou's fingers.

They were careful, as though afraid of hurting him.

"Weisheng Tou."

Green light at Mo Lu's fingertips brushed over Weisheng Tou's wound as he asked him,

"Tell me why you joined the Mo Family."

Weisheng Tou's large hand tightened slightly.

His voice was hoarse. "To... see you, young master."

The Empire, the madness caused by the Curse Seal-none of it mattered.

As long as Mo Lu was there, he was willing to stay in the tranquil Lan Mountain Residence forever.

Simply spending the summer in peace amid the beauty of the mountains and waters would be enough.

"Weisheng Tou, I already know you're working for the Empire. If I'm not mistaken, you handle the people the Empire can't openly order killed."

That vicious demeanor, those brutal methods...

Mo Lu pressed his lips together.

Rather than being afraid, he felt a little pained for him.

As a Super S-Rank Alpha, Weisheng Tou should have been a pampered young master if not for his madness.

He shouldn't have become so skilled at killing so young.

He should have been the pride of the entire Empire, someone it poured its resources into.

Yet because the Empire couldn't cure his madness, it was determined to squeeze every last bit of value out of him before he became completely uncontrollable.

Mo Lu's raven-feather lashes veiled his eyes, leaving Weisheng Tou unable to read his emotions.

Weisheng Tou's heartbeat quickened slightly, and he asked softly,

"Are you worried I might harm the Mo Family, young master?"

Mo Lu's voice remained calm, and he barely hesitated. "No. You aren't capable of hurting anyone in the Mo Family."

But the Empire most likely knew that too.

If Weisheng Tou really did have an assignment from the Empire, it probably wasn't to kill anyone.

It could only be aimed at the Witchcraft passed down through the Mo Family for a thousand years.

At that thought, Mo Lu sneered inwardly.

His grandfather had been right. The Empire really was best avoided.

Any dealings with it would only turn his stomach.

Watching Mo Lu's proud demeanor, Weisheng Tou felt the love in his heart burn ever hotter and more unrestrained.

It was like scorching magma, searing every part of him.

Weisheng Tou's breath burned hot. "Young master, I came for you. I've... been in love with you for a long time."

Caught off guard by Weisheng Tou's blunt confession, Mo Lu's heart gave a fierce jolt.

His thoughts were instantly thrown into disarray.

Mo Lu tried hard to keep his voice level.

"Weisheng Tou, I don't understand where your feelings for me came from, so I won't accept them."

Weisheng Tou chuckled softly. "Then if I explain it to you, young master, will you accept me?"

His voice was soft, hoarse, and enticing, almost coaxing.

"No." Mo Lu was merciless.

Even if he might feel something a little special for Weisheng Tou, he knew perfectly well that his partner should be an Omega.

At least on the surface, his partner should be an Omega.

Weisheng Tou immediately smiled. "That's all right, young master. As long as you know I like you."

Mo Lu took a deep breath and tried to ignore Weisheng Tou's words. "Turn around," he said flatly.

By now, the front of Weisheng Tou's right arm was smooth, without the slightest trace of injury.

Weisheng Tou obediently stood up.

Something seemed to brush against Mo Lu.

Mo Lu froze on the spot-

What was that just now?!

He'd already taken special care to control his Pheromones, without letting even a trace of White Tea escape!

And he was treating Weisheng Tou's wounds!

He could still get hard like this?

Was this man a horny poodle?!

Weisheng Tou acted as though he hadn't noticed anything. He turned around and sat down, presenting his solid back to Mo Lu.

Mo Lu pressed his palm against Weisheng Tou's back, a little annoyed.

The prolonged drain on his Witch Power had already left him dizzy, and now this horny poodle was forcing him to divide his attention to control his own physical reactions!

Mo Lu picked up the tweezers he had prepared nearby, gripped the tangled end of a stitch, and yanked it out hard-

Weisheng Tou let out a muffled grunt, his whole body trembling.

Mo Lu's hand paused, and in the end, his movements gentled.

Feeling Mo Lu clean his wound, Weisheng Tou's lips curved into a smile.

Mo Lu really did seem to be treating him a little differently.

"Young master, may I return to your side?"

Weisheng Tou seized the opportunity to ask.

Hearing this, Mo Lu pressed his lips together slightly.

He was actually rather hesitant about it.

But after thinking it over at length and listing all the reasons, there was only one thing that truly troubled him-

He couldn't control his feelings for Weisheng Tou.

Sending Weisheng Tou away would bother him.

Keeping Weisheng Tou beside him bothered him too.

Though those two kinds of bother didn't seem quite the same.

Physically, however-or at least as far as his Pheromones were concerned-he wanted to be close to Weisheng Tou.

He was only a little wolf, after all. Surely keeping him around wouldn't hurt?

Mo Lu sighed and gave a quiet "Mm."

Weisheng Tou whipped his head around to look at Mo Lu. "Then will you still place a curse on me, young master?"

"That Curse Technique puts your life in my hands."

Mo Lu looked into Weisheng Tou's eyes.

"Every part of me belongs to you, young master," Weisheng Tou answered without hesitation.

"Let's heal your wounds first." Mo Lu turned Weisheng Tou back around.

"The Curse Technique has to go on the left side of my chest again!"

Weisheng Tou's voice held a hint of anticipation.

He shook his head, and his damp wolf-cut hair brushed over Mo Lu's hand.

Mo Lu was speechless.

Why would anyone be so eager to hand their life over to someone else?

"May I, young master?"

Weisheng Tou tilted his head slightly. Stars seemed to twinkle in his dark eyes, making him look inexplicably adorable in the humid bathroom.

"...Fine."

Mo Lu's tone was cold and stiff.

In truth, wherever he placed the Curse Technique, it wouldn't affect his ability to kill.

But if Weisheng Tou insisted on having it on his chest, then his chest it would be.

Mo Lu fought through his dizziness, emerald light weaving between his fingers.

Weisheng Tou's wound healed visibly.

Cold sweat gradually formed on Mo Lu's forehead.

The enormous amount of Witch Power he had spent treating Ye Liang and Weisheng Tou had left him weak all over.

His body felt terribly depleted.

But Weisheng Tou's back was so beautiful and firm that he didn't want it scarred.

Mo Lu took a deep breath and forced himself to restore Weisheng Tou's wound completely.

He staggered, his vision darkened, and he fell straight against Weisheng Tou's back.

"Young master?!"

Weisheng Tou immediately turned around and caught Mo Lu in his arms.

Mo Lu stiffened, his ears flushing faintly, though he still tried to keep his expression cool.

He immediately pushed Weisheng Tou away. "I'm fine. Let go of me."

But the moment Mo Lu pushed Weisheng Tou away, he regretted it.

Soaking in Hot Spring water in summer was enough to make anyone dizzy.

Now Mo Lu felt as though he couldn't stand at all.

He would have been better off simply letting Weisheng Tou support him.

Mo Lu's legs buckled, and he fell straight into the bathing pool.

Weisheng Tou swept out a large hand and pulled Mo Lu tightly into his arms.

His voice was tender with concern. "...Young master, could you lean on me once in a while too?"

Mo Lu closed his eyes, too exhausted to speak.

Looking at Mo Lu's utterly drained state, Weisheng Tou felt a surge of guilt.

He scooped Mo Lu up, strode out of the bathing pool in two steps, and draped a bathrobe around him.