"-there is nothing we can do," he smiled defeated but his eyes lit up as the white haired male refilled their teapot.
"It is getting late. Would you be okay, my king, if we stay in your palace for the night?"
"We welcome your stay," Wang Li nodded and looked over to his servants. They nodded to him and went to prepare three rooms. His silver eyes looked coldly at the redhead but lessened when glancing at the brunette. As they followed the servants to their rooms, Ying Yue asked to speak with him alone. A glare and a scowl were upon the oldest brother, but the Ghost King did not care. Turning to his lover, he kissed him deeply and long. When he pulled back, the blonde was breathing deeply and looking at him with dilated pupils.
"Come," he held those tender hands and pulled his lover away, ignoring the burning hole to the back of his head from the redhead.
