Murong Wuque kept silent for a few short seconds that felt like eternity. “Fear.” He finally blurted. Alvin frowned. What has fear got to do with this? “Fear was an emotion I've never known since infancy.” Murong Wuque’s tone was low, barely audible. Tense and full of emotions. “You made me feel it. Those tens of minutes I spent searching for you, that was hell.” He closed his eyes, holding back the agony the best he could. “And when I found you all torn up, I realized I fucked up. I can't live without you. Without knowing it, you've bled into my heart and seeped into my bones. I told myself if I'm fortunate to get another chance, I will properly cherish every second we share. I won't let you endanger yourself anymore. You can lean on me…” “Nonsense!” Alvin barked at him and pulled him down again, ravaging his lips with the ferocity of a starving wolf. Well, he was a wolf. A cunning wolf who finally tricked the innocent lamb into bed to be devoured whole. When he was done, he

Alvin was quite confused. Did he fulfill any missions while unconscious? He botched the dark owl fortress mission and nearly got himself killed. It definitely wasn't from that. “Master, mission was completed successfully. Murong Wuque's help also counts as your achievements. He was there for you.” The system's not so familiar voice echoed. Alvin wasn't too happy to meet the system. During his dire moments, it did nothing to help. If Murong Wuque's instincts hadn't led him to the fortress, Alvin wouldn't have had a full body for his burial. Even then, saving him cost Murong Wuque way too much. How could he not hate the system? “Master, there really was nothing much I could have done for you then. I'm not a physical entity.” “I don't want to hear it.” Alvin snapped internally. “Because of you, Murong Wuque nearly died while pulling me back.” There was a short spell of silence, as if the system ran out or words to say. “Anyways, what's past is gone. We should look towards the fu

After an hour of Alvin pacing up and that, lines of worry creasing his face, the lily finally unwrapped, exposing Murong Wuque who was now sitting cross legged, his skin glistening. Alvin wanted to rush to him, but noticed the golden light shield acting as a cocoon. His skin glistened like oil was poured on it, and a holy aura filled the room. On his forehead, the silver mark glowed, and behind him a huge golden palace appeared. Before Alvin could check more details, a mysterious power pushed him outside to the balcony, and the doors snapped shut. Alvin gasped and pointed at the door, then at himself. He was short of words. Was Murong Wuque really guarding against him now? Or was it his guardians? What's there that couldn't be seen? What's the need for so much secrecy? Weren't they the closest? He scoffed. “Alright now, Iceman. So this is it. You actually wanted to push me out. Because of what? Do you think I'll harm you? What a joke! My good intentions are wasted on an ungrat

Alvin stared intently at him, and Murong Wuque matched his gaze. That unwavering glare that seemed to search his heart, that subtle tilt of his lips when he was being playful, the arrogantly arched eyebrow, all pointed to the same thing. He was the Murong Wuque Alvin knew after all. Alvin frowned. Why did he change so much? What could be wrong with him? Or did the dark residues from the pill corrupt him? He couldn't wrap his head around it. Murong Wuque leaned closer to him. Alvin’s heart began to pound like a drum. The badump badump sounds filled the bathroom, one could notice his nervousness from miles away. He was used to being the shameless flirt, the tease. But he never experienced being at the receiving end of it. This was a new sphere of experience. Although he was quite thick skinned, being the one played didn't sit well with him. “An Kai, why don't you check closer if it's me?” Murong Wuque smiled subtly, and brought his face a few inches away from Alvin's. “Did the

Murong Wuque grabbed Alvin's arms, twisting it behind him. With a slight movement of Iceman's knee, Alvin found his face flattened against the glass. Iceman adjusted his hold, pinning the arms above Alvin's head. Then he grounded into him, letting Alvin feel the entire hard length against his ass. “Wuque, stop. That's…” “Stop what? I gave you your chance. Lots of chances to make your move or back out. You didn't appreciate it.” He snarled into Alvin's ears. “Am I a joke to you? Are you playing with me? Who do you think you are? What do you think we are?” “Wuque wait…” Alvin groaned. The pain of being pinned like that wasn't half as bad as the humiliating feeling of being beneath another. With one hand, Murong Wuque switched off the tap, and the other grabbed Alvin. Alvin gasped in shock, watching himself get carried bridal style with just one arm. He couldn't believe it. He was eighty kilograms, and his bone mass was way more than that due to his physique training techniq