The Ghost King did not reply, but the blonde just smiled watching the rise and fall of strong chest.
"Will you ever love me the way I love you?" He asked softly and pressed a kiss on his temple.
Ying Yue sat back and laid his head back on the table. Placing his hand over his husband's hand on the journal, his green eyes watched the beauty of the sleeping man. His eyes felt heavy as he blinked listening to the calm breathing of the king. Moving his cheek to press against the back of his lover's hand, he smiled with closed eyes.
["What is wrong?" His green eyes looked over to the Ghost King.
The man in red ignored him and walked further from him.
"Ah Li," he called out reaching for his lover's arm, "Please, tell me so I can help you."
Fingers wrapped around bicep, and the man in red stopped.
"Husband," he felt his heart thumping with pain, "Please."
