Murong Wuque stood transfixed, watching the bloodied and half-dead Alvin trying to drag himself to the bathroom. His heart twisted violently, a wrenching pull behind his ribs. His chest tightened until breathing felt like a luxury. His entire hands were convulsing with the effort of trying not to reach for him. It was almost like an instinct, like he had no control of his body, like the bond between them was a leash yanking him forward.Sweat beaded his forehead and he decisively looked away, trembling. Jaw locked, eyes burning. They had broken up. Soon, each person will focus on their own world. That was the line he’d drawn in blood.Alvin should learn how to live without him. Otherwise when he completes the portal and goes home, he would really die. Yuwen Hao's faction had been going wilder and crazier, their shadows stretching further every day, making further delay impossible. There was no time left to hold anyone’s hand.Alvin groaned again. The sound was like a flaming spear st

It's been one hour since the scream that made Murong Wuque nearly jump out of his skin. In the past hour, he'd wiped the blood numerous times till it was sparkling clean, arranged the room. Peeked twice at Alvin as stealthily as he could to make sure he was still alive, and reinforced the barriers around baby Aurelio. Due to the pants and groans coming from the bathroom’s open door, he added a second layer of sound exclusion barrier around baby Aurelio’s cot. One might ask why he didn't simply close the connecting door to activate the room's sound proofing. But the answer was one even Murong Wuque himself refused to acknowledge. He had also tried to go through the stacks of email waiting for him. He couldn't concentrate. In the end, he returned to his makeshift bed. He had swapped the initial inflatable bed to a more comfortable mattress. Nothing big enough to make the room stuffy, but comfortable enough to accommodate his long legs. A customized foam. He sat cross legged on the

WARNING: DUBCON. Kindly skip this chapter if you can't stomach forced sex. Alvin was like a man possessed. His hand left Murong Wuque’s pants to hold his head in place, ravaging him with all the hunger and anger he had kept repressed for weeks. Murong Wuque’s eyes reddened, tears gathering in them. He never thought in his wildest dream that he would one day be a victim. Sure, he can use magic to fling Alvin off. But Alvin was visibly sick. Using extreme force against him will leave him mortally wounded, or worse, dead. Despite everything, he couldn't bring himself to truly harm Alvin. He could only try to beg and persuade him to stop. He tightened his grip on his neck and tried to push him again. Murong Wuque's fingers brushed against Alvin's pulse. His heart stuttered and nearly went still. Something resembling panic flashed in his eyes. Alvin was poisoned. And the herbs he used to neutralize it was affecting his brain, leaving him unable to restrain his true thoughts and desir

Alvin leaned down, placing little kisses along his spine. “Murong Wuque, I love you so much. I can't live without you.” He whispered against his skin, breathless. Murong Wuque almost laughed from the irony. He was tearing him apart with the worst kind of pain. Yet, he loves him? Alvin pulled out and flipped him on his back. With a few pushes, he adjusted his position and completely sheathed himself in the still wet and warm tight hole. Murong Wuque was panting, face red, sweat covering every inch of his body. Sunlight was already streaming into the room, falling against Murong Wuque’s face through the tiny slit in the improperly closed blinds. The light and the flush of his face made him look even more like the tragic beauty. Above him, he felt Alvin's mouth kissing all over his chest and shoulder. Suddenly, Alvin’s teeth sank into his neck. This time, he didn't scream from the pain. He only inhaled sharply, feeling the sharp teeth draw blood. Like a vampire, Alvin be

Murong Wuque’s purple-blue eyes went wide with panic, his heart beating a mile a minute. Alvin was quickly fading away. His hands trembled uncontrollably as he checked Alvin's pulse once again. It was getting weaker and weaker, his life force fading. Murong Wuque summoned a burst of divine power and immediately ran the warm energy all over his body. However, the entire thing disappeared in mere seconds with nothing to show for it. His lips pursed together. That much divine power should at least stabilise Alvin’s vitals and keep his life force from draining too fast. But, it seemed to have had no effect whatsoever. No, it was deeper than that. Something appeared to have been sucking everything away. His gaze narrowed, suspicion and dread visible in them. He scooped the naked Alvin out of the herbal bath and moved to the dressing room. In the middle of the dressing room was a plush table whose top was upholstered. The soft fabric made it comfortable to lie down on. He carefully