"Ah Yue," the Ghost King let out a puff of a laugh, "You left the door opened."
"I do not care, Ah Li," he shook his head and searched his lover's face with furrowed brows.
"I hope you don't regret that," Wang Li whispered and he was about to reply, but a knock on the wall caught their attention.
"Madame Yun stated to drink all of this medicine before drinking the tea," the white-haired boy informed bowing and placing the items at the side table.
"Thank you, Ah Shen," Ying Yue smiled at him and the young man bowed to him.
"My apologies for interrupting."
"No, you weren't… I mean… we were just…" Ying Yue flushed hearing himself try to make an excuse.
"Ah Shen, come here," Wang Li breathed out amused at his lover. The white-haired man stood before his king and waited. The Ghost King placed a palm on the boy's chest and closed his eyes.
Ying Yue watched interested and wondered what his lover was doing.
