The young master smelled wonderful

"Weisheng Tou!"

Mo Lu was flushed all over.

Black light gathered at his fingertips as he pressed them firmly against the center of Weisheng Tou's forehead.

"Eternal frost, all things still!"

"No delusion, no anger, no desire, no want!"

"Calm down, damn you!"

The black light at Mo Lu's fingertips grew brighter.

Thinking about what had just happened, Mo Lu couldn't calm down himself.

He pressed his lips together, doing his best to suppress Weisheng Tou's rut.

Fortunately, the Rose Liquor pheromones gradually faded under the suppression of his witch power.

Weisheng Tou gazed at him with dark eyes, looking utterly wronged.

Mo Lu: ...

He took a deep breath and sat down on the couch beside the bed.

"Weisheng Tou."

Mo Lu sneered.

"Tell me, what felt good?"

Weisheng Tou sat on the bed with his eyes lowered, saying nothing.

With the last of his witch power, Mo Lu lifted Weisheng Tou's chin from a distance.

The corners of his eyes were red, but his gaze was icy.

"Look at me, Weisheng Tou. Weren't you bold just a moment ago? What felt good? What did you like?"

Weisheng Tou's heart trembled.

He really was outrageously bold.

Even now, he still wanted to pounce on Mo Lu.

It had nothing to do with his rut.

But haste would get him nowhere.

What had happened just now was already... enough.

Although they hadn't gone all the way, he had already touched him.

Still, he wanted to tease Mo Lu a little more.

So Weisheng Tou said softly, "I... like every part of you, young master."

Mo Lu choked.

Had he actually wanted him to answer?

Weisheng Tou looked at Mo Lu, his low voice growing ever more sincere.

"You smell so good, young master... Your skin is so fair... Your voice... sounds so lovely..."

As Mo Lu listened to Weisheng Tou, his ears grew redder and redder.

His gaze, however, grew colder and colder.

Weisheng Tou's voice gradually dwindled.

He lowered his head.

He had had his fun.

If he kept talking, he might get thrown out again.

Mo Lu's voice betrayed neither anger nor pleasure. "Go on."

Weisheng Tou fell silent for a moment, then said, "Young master, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

Mo Lu took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, then sneered.

"If you had meant to, you'd be crippled by now."

Weisheng Tou looked at Mo Lu with eyes that were still a little wet.

"I'm sorry, young master..."

He looked like a child who had done something wrong.

Mo Lu struggled to suppress the strange sense of disconnect.

Weisheng Tou hadn't been like this at all during his rut!

Although he knew an Alpha would act differently during his rut, this difference was far too great!

"Young master... can you forgive me?"

Weisheng Tou looked at Mo Lu and asked cautiously.

Mo Lu pressed his lips together without speaking.

He was the one who had brought Weisheng Tou home.

He was the one who had acknowledged him as a bed partner.

Their pheromones were a perfect match.

And what had happened just now had felt good.

He was already twenty-three. What was there to feel awkward about?

Mo Lu rubbed his temples.

Looking at the horny little poodle before him, he finally spoke.

"I need to restore my witch power. Be quiet."

"Yes!"

Weisheng Tou wore a broad smile, delight shining in his eyes.

Mo Lu looked at Weisheng Tou, then stiffly turned his head away.

So annoying.

So stupid.

How could I indulge this idiot so much?

Mo Lu tried to put his tangled thoughts aside, sat properly, and began cultivating.

Weisheng Tou slowly released his pheromones, then got up and quietly began tidying the sheets.

Breathing in the soothing scent of those pheromones, Mo Lu suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.