The glare from the Xu Ling made Han Mo shut his lips. Those narrowed golden eyes turned to him and he squeezed his lover's hand. He saw his older brother pursed his lips, before turning and walking out with a huff.
"Take good care of him," Han Mo hugged the blonde and waved them goodbye.
Ying Yue furrowed his brows in worry. This was the first time he ever lived apart from his family. To be truthful, he was surprised his brothers, especially the redhead, did not fight to take him back more.
'Maybe they believe me. I can stop Wang Li from being evil,' he thought to himself, 'Maybe they think I would need to complete my mission and… maybe they want me to have some time with Ah Li before I…'
He turned to look at the Ghost King and saw the worry in those silver eyes. Smiling, he nodded to his lover and leaned against the arm of his king. He felt fingers run down his hair and he hummed relaxed.
"Are you alright?"
"Mm hmm."
