Close, close, closer, closer

He did not understand why merely pressing together there could make someone lose control so completely.

There had been no other movement, yet desire churned like boiling water with nowhere to escape.

His mouth had gone inexplicably dry.

But before Mo Lu could answer Weisheng Tou, Weisheng Tou, who held him tightly, already felt himself growing hotter and hotter.

Mo Lu in his arms was like clear dew nestled among flower petals.

The tiny mole at the corner of his eye made his cool face all the more vivid.

When he looked at him, there was a hint of allure in his haughtiness.

Just looking at Mo Lu filled Weisheng Tou's mind with endless fantasies.

The overly intimate contact made his scalp tingle and his breath burn, while his mind grew increasingly muddled.

A faint wash of gold spread over Weisheng Tou's pupils.

All he could think about was "loving" the person before him.

"Young master..."

Weisheng Tou's fingers touched Mo Lu's lean waist.

Mo Lu's breathing quickened slightly.

His witch power was still difficult to gather. All he could do was barely keep Weisheng Tou from drawing him into heat.

But,

Mo Lu could clearly feel Weisheng Tou's pheromones running rampant.

Was this...

His rut...?!

Mo Lu's pupils contracted.

During an Alpha's rut, his eyes would turn varying shades of gold depending on his rank.

Weisheng Tou's pupils were almost entirely saturated with gold.

Mo Lu immediately looked at Weisheng Tou's left earlobe, hidden beneath stray locks of hair.

There was nothing on it now, only a scabbed notch.

"Weisheng Tou."

Mo Lu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his voice a little hoarse.

"Young master... Tou feels awful."

Weisheng Tou's words sounded almost petulant, but his voice was low, husky, and seductive.

Even the air seemed to grow hot and thick.

The quiet atmosphere of the summer night in the mountains lent the moment an even more intimate hue.

"Weisheng Tou!"

Mo Lu could not push him away at all.

Weisheng Tou was nothing like his usual self.

Overbearing and forceful, he would brook no refusal.

He lowered his head and lightly licked the tiny mole at the corner of Mo Lu's eye.

Mo Lu had no choice but to close his eyes.

He poured every last bit of his witch power into restraining his own pheromones.

Weisheng Tou was already in rut. If he lost his reason too...

Then they really would be done for.

Mo Lu struggled with all his strength to steady his breathing, trying to recover his witch power.

Just a little would be enough!

With just a little, he could suppress Weisheng Tou's rut!

"Young master..."

Weisheng Tou's smoky voice was low and husky.

He seemed to be asking for Mo Lu's permission, but in truth, he did not wait for Mo Lu to answer at all.

Those golden eyes watched his prey's reactions with keen interest, like a wild beast.

Mo Lu could barely control himself.

Weisheng Tou was like a treasure hunter, leaving no place unexplored.

Mo Lu's reason was on the verge of collapse.

The scent of Rose Liquor filled his nose, disrupting him so badly that he could barely absorb the witch power around him.

He could even feel Weisheng Tou's unabashed gaze.

It held a hint of wickedness and avid interest.

A wicked smile curled at Weisheng Tou's lips.

Even someone as composed as Mo Lu was beginning to fall apart.

In all his twenty-three years, he had never felt anything like this.

(This book was banned for two years, and the entire text has undergone major revisions. I wrote it a little too explicitly, so this is the only way I can pad this chapter's word count; otherwise, I can't publish it. I'm so sad. Since that's how it is, let me promote my other books. Open my author profile and check my track record. There's bound to be one you'll like.)