Alvin flipped them over, and bit down on Murong Wuque's arm till blood began to flow. A slap followed. “You stupid manipulator. You dare use tricks to induce me?” Murong Wuque shook his head frantically, gasping. “An Kai, you totally misunderstood me. I just wanted to heighten things. I thought you would enjoy it more.” His eyes were so sincere and genuinely hurt that Alvin wondered if he had made a mistake. But the silver haired Iceman underneath him was the calculating type, who always did mental maths before taking any step. How could using such a devious technique to make him lose control be a mistake? “You almost fooled me.” Alvin muttered, wrapping his palm around Murong Wuque’s throat. “Do you want me to strangle you to death?” Murong Wuque appeared visibly upset and in deep pain, but Alvin wasn't buying it. He already said he didn't want to. So a certain person decided to take matters into his own hands and actively seduce him with dirty tricks. “An Kai, are you a p

Murong Wuque caught his wandering hand, and flipped him on his back, going on to pin the offensive hands above Alvin’s head. “You really want to play dirty like this? Fine. But from now on, I'm the one in charge.” His lips crashed against Alvin's, hungry and consuming. A trace of smile crossed Alvin's face and he gently caressed Murong Wuque's back, rubbing slow circles on him. Murong Wuque's kisses softened. He pulled away, and cupped Alvin's cheek, his nose flaring. “Quite the cruel little tease, aren't you? Why are you doing this?” “Shut up and kiss me,” Alvin pulled him down, directing his lips to his own neck. After a brief second of hesitation, Murong Wuque got to work, teasing and sucking him, while their palms explored each other. Soon, the room became a mess of pants and muffled moans. Murong Wuque's hand dipped into Alvin's nightwear, his lips tracing small kisses down his chest. The moment Alvin felt him gripping his ass, his fingers trying to part the cheeks, h

It was eleven in the morning, yet Alvin was still sleeping. The previous night, Murong Wuque had gone four hours, multiple times, totally shattering his back. If Alvin didn't fight him off with all his strength, he might have continued. Afterwards, Murong Wuque had given him a herbal bath plus massage and hugged him to sleep. Meanwhile, Alvin was super resentful, blaming him for being a selfish wolf. Currently Murong Wuque was playing with Aurelio who had woken up since three in the morning, and had eaten thrice, plus fruit extract, and another three baths, with corresponding diaper changes. He must have thought it strange that his father, Alvin didn't move despite his loud cries. Currently, Murong Wuque was reading cultivation history to him after cleaning the house. Murong Wuque didn't know if he understood anything, but he kept reading it anyway. There's a viral belief that you have to inculcate whatever dreams you have for your kids at a young age, and make them grow towa

He placed immobilization formations around the herbs and moved to other spots. After thirty minutes, the jar in his hand contained four different demonic entities formed by the aura of darkness. His face had since turned dark. Despite his fortifications, this place morphed into the breeding space of evil. Was it the corrupted divinity stone? Was someone watching them and used dark energy for surveillance? If so, did the person notice the heavenly signs last night after he became a higher ranked divine emperor? Did they notice that Alvin had entered half step ancient god realm? Are they targeting him? Could it be the pill? Although he had suppressed the bloody aura of the revival pill Alvin gave him and purified it, using it for his cultivation and recovery, during the brief moments his energy ran chaotic, it could have done a sizeable amount of damage. Murong Wuque pulled out the blood herbs and stabbed a silver spear into the ground, sealing the entire surrounding. He gather

Elena walked in with a face towel in hand, patting her face dry. “Leah, lunch is ready let's eat.” She finally noticed Alvin who was just pushed in. “Boss!” Her shout attracted Amanda who was studying, and Tiffany who was working in the backyard garden connected to the kitchen. She had chosen the spot for its serenity, checking into the office while she waited at home for news concerning Alvin. Her heart pounded in anticipation. Part of her couldn't believe it was true. Could the boss have really returned? She ran inside, on second thought, she ran back to grab her laptop and zoomed inside the main downstairs sitting room. Murong Wuque was the first person she saw then Alvin. He was alive and whole, albeit looking pale and sitting in a wheelchair. She gasped and threw her arms around Alvin’s neck. A low warning growl had her grip loosening with lightening speed. Fear replaced her initial excitement and she looked up at Murong Wuque, the source of the sound. Was he marking te