Wren went up to their room and silently started to practice making pills.
Feng watched him for a while. His lover usually is very docile, but whenever anything related to his father comes up, he turns sour.
"I can feel your eyes linger on my face dear. Just a few more. I will finish the task you have assigned and I will come and collect my price," he smirked widely.
Feng laid on the ground gazing at his every action. "your control on spiritual energy has gotten better."
"is it?"
"Hmm, it's good. I can watch you all day," he mumbled softly.
Wren suddenly burned his herbs. he pushed the cauldron away and pounced on him.
Feng looked up at him, surprised.
"You really tempt me, dear,"
Feng pulled him closer and kissed his blabbering lips. "Well then, why don't you act on those temptations?"
Wren panted loudly, tearing his clothes apart.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.
