Big brother

The Stud Earring was an unremarkable solid black.

Weisheng Tou looked at the Stud Earring in Mo Lu's hand and boldly made a request:

"Young master, I'd like an earring like yours."

"An earring? So it can get ripped out again while you're killing someone?"

Mo Lu gave him an indifferent glance.

It was hard to tell whether he was reproaching Weisheng Tou for killing someone or for getting himself hurt.

"It won't happen again," Weisheng Tou said at once.

Even if it did, he wouldn't let Mo Lu see it again.

Nor would he lose his head and let an enemy exploit an opening so pathetically.

He really was useless.

But speaking of useless, Ye Liang was even worse, and he still wasn't dead.

How irritating.

A vicious glint flashed through Weisheng Tou's eyes.

The young master had even gone out of his way to heal him.

He was only letting Ye Liang live so the young master's Witch Power wouldn't go to waste.

Otherwise, he would definitely find the time to kill that piece of trash.

Holding the Stud Earring, Mo Lu lifted it toward Weisheng Tou to see how it would look.

Then he frowned and casually set the overly plain Stud Earring aside.

Too ordinary. It didn't suit him.

Mo Lu found another earring on the jewelry stand.

The earring was black all over, fashioned with the rough, uneven texture of ore and gleaming faintly.

It looked luxurious yet utterly wild.

It seemed like it would suit Weisheng Tou well.

Mo Lu's fingers moved slightly as he inscribed a Curse Seal on the earring to suppress his rut.

After a moment's thought, he added another spell.

"What other spell did you cast, young master?"

Weisheng Tou watched Mo Lu's movements.

"It's for communication. It can only contact me."

Mo Lu walked over to Weisheng Tou and spoke evenly.

Sitting on the chaise longue, Weisheng Tou tilted his head up.

Mo Lu frowned, but ultimately bent down slightly to put the earring on him.

It looked rather good.

Mo Lu studied Weisheng Tou's handsome face.

The earring trembled gently on his earlobe, half-hidden beneath his loose hair.

Mo Lu drew a small breath, his fingers still resting on the earring.

He channeled Witch Power into it and told Weisheng Tou:

"Set your own activation Word Spirit. Don't use a word you say too often."

Feeling Mo Lu's delicate fingers pressed against his earlobe, Weisheng Tou spoke in a soft, husky voice:

"Can it be anything?"

"Yes." Mo Lu nodded.

"Then..." Weisheng Tou paused, his voice tender and lingering. "Big brother."

Mo Lu froze.

At those words, his blood surged, and his heart pounded wildly, refusing to settle.

The Witch Power around the earring dissipated in a somewhat hurried rush.

Mo Lu withdrew his hand, trying hard to act as though nothing had happened.

Weisheng Tou tilted his head and softly called again:

"Big brother."

The earring glowed faintly.

Weisheng Tou's voice immediately sounded beside Mo Lu's ear.

His smoky voice was soft, as though he were truly leaning against Mo Lu's ear and calling to him.

For a fleeting moment, Mo Lu almost felt his warm breath.

Mo Lu struggled to steady himself and said coldly, "Don't call me for no reason."

"Okay!" Weisheng Tou agreed immediately, looking up at Mo Lu.

Mo Lu fell silent.

When Weisheng Tou simply gazed at him, his dark eyes were like deep mountain springs, fathomless and clear, without a trace of impurity.

They were inexplicably bewitching.

Looking at Weisheng Tou, Mo Lu suddenly took his chin and kissed his lips, pulling away the instant they touched.

The taste of rose wine.

Sweet.

With a hint of intoxicating fragrance.

Just as he remembered.

It was a taste that could become addictive.

Mo Lu gazed steadily at Weisheng Tou with his Peach Blossom Eyes. A moment later, he lowered his head and lightly licked his lips again.

Having a glass of rose wine like this every night didn't sound so bad.

But the way Weisheng Tou slept, pinning him down completely...

Left a great deal to be desired.

After considering it for a while, Mo Lu ultimately abandoned the idea of having Weisheng Tou come sleep with him every night.

He had no interest in being someone else's body pillow.

Besides, he didn't want to get addicted.

Didn't want to

get addicted.

"Young master..."

Weisheng Tou reached out to embrace Mo Lu again, but Mo Lu blocked him outright.

"Weisheng Tou, don't push your luck."

Mo Lu looked down at him.

"From now on, you are not to touch me without my permission."

"...Yes."

Weisheng Tou answered quietly and lowered his head.

Mo Lu sat down in the round-backed chair beside them.

Tapping his fingers lightly against the desk, he said:

"You should know that keeping Omegas or Alphas is perfectly normal in the Mo Family."

"Yes." Weisheng Tou nodded.

"You're my first Alpha, but you may not be my last."

Mo Lu's voice was perfectly even.

Weisheng Tou lowered his head slightly, a shadow passing through his eyes.

Not his last?

Hah.

Who else did the young master want?

Weisheng Tou clenched his fingers.

When he looked up again, his expression was cautious, his voice a little hurried:

"Young master, have I failed to satisfy you? ...Did anything feel uncomfortable before? You can tell me directly. I'll make sure to change."

Mo Lu: ...

Seeing Mo Lu's cold expression and silence, Weisheng Tou said rather plaintively:

"Could it be... that you think I'm... too small..."

Weisheng Tou paused, his voice growing more dejected. "I'm sorry, young master. I'm already twenty-one, so I probably won't grow any more... But I can learn to make you..."

"Shut up."

Mo Lu couldn't help interrupting him.

What was this horny dog saying?!

How had he read so much into a single sentence?

And what was all this about being big or small?!

Did he actually want to grow any bigger?!

Looking at the impassive Mo Lu, Weisheng Tou lowered his head in disappointment. "...Yes."

Mo Lu rubbed his temples helplessly.

He had only meant to tell Weisheng Tou to keep his distance and not waste too much affection on him.

He only regarded him as a bed partner.

They couldn't go any further.

How had this man dragged size and comfort into it?!

Did he have to spell it out?

Weisheng Tou had nearly exasperated Mo Lu into laughter.

"Then, young master, could you please not give up on me?

"I don't want you to find another Alpha. No Omegas either, or Betas. I'll work hard to learn how to make you feel good."

In the end, Weisheng Tou still finished what he had been trying to say.

The corner of Mo Lu's mouth twitched.

He looked at the pitiful big dog before him, unable to say a word for a long while.

After waiting a while without getting an answer from Mo Lu, Weisheng Tou smiled so broadly that his eyes curved:

"Then I'll take that as a yes, young master. I'll do my best!"

Mo Lu: ...

After a long moment, he waved his hand somewhat helplessly and said:

"Enough. Go out and tell the driver to get the car ready. You're coming with me to the Main House shortly."

"Yes."

Weisheng Tou rose and left the room.

Watching Weisheng Tou's tall figure retreat, Mo Lu's fingers tightened slightly.

He was indulging Weisheng Tou too much.

Weisheng Tou had done something wrong, yet not only had he gone unpunished, Mo Lu had even healed him and taken him back into the Mo Family.

He had even tolerated his disrespectful words.

This wasn't a good sign.

Mo Lu sat in the round-backed chair, his expression darkening slightly.