The brunette paused before the white-haired boy who had not pushed him away. Squeezing the arm he was holding, he moved in closer, tilting his head slightly to-
A strong hand pushed him back roughly, causing him to stumble back. Gold eyes blinked before noticing the Ghost King had pulled Shen behind him. Silver eyes were glaring at him with a dark fire and Zhang Han Mo let out a nervous laugh.
"Ghost King," he bowed and cleared his throat, "We've brought you the rest of the books."
"Then you can leave," his cold tone washed over his skin, causing them to prickle up.
"Wang Li," the blonde spoke up, "It is getting dark. Why don't he spend the night in one of the spare rooms?"
"You wish for him to stay?" Those silver eyes did not leave golden ones and the brunette found himself gulping down the anxiety.
"Well…" green eyes glanced at him with pity.
The sound of footsteps arrived and the silver haired female greeted them.
