Chapter 63 - No Kissing In Public

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."

"Tell me, Ah Yue," lips whispered closed to his ear, "How will you keep me from being evil?"

He felt the fingers slide down his blonde locks, his spine, to the curve of his left butt cheek. Flushing, he pushed his lover away and looked around them.

"Ah Li, there are people around."

"You didn't care before," the raven-haired man smirked, "You enjoyed it from what I remembered."

Face red like a rose, Ying Yue swiped at the king.

"I forgot! You got me distracted," he frowned covering his lips, "No kissing in public."

He saw the smirk spread into a grin as Wang Li walked closer to him. His golden eyes blinked and saw his lover leaned down and his lips paused before the back of his hand.

"We shall see."

There was a sparkle in those silver eyes and he felt those lovely lips pressed against the back of his hand. Wang Li pulled back with a smirk and turned to walk off. Ying Yue pulled his hand away from his mouth and felt his face warmed. Looking to the retreating back of his lover, he found his lips spreading.

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The palace was beautiful. The sounds of music notes filled the air with the scent of delicious food being prepared. Ying Yue felt like this was a dream. He's traveled with his master and brothers almost everywhere, but nothing compared to the feeling of comfort and safety he felt here. Laughing to himself, he shook his head. He felt safe and comfort with his family too, but the palace… it was just so large and the people were so kind to him.

He looked over at the raven haired king and his face heated up. His heart danced when his lover was around and his hands would yearn to touch his king. Looking away, he tried his best to just focus on his breathing. Wang Li was sitting across from him under the plum trees that he loved. He was the one to suggest them meditate together as the sun was setting, but he was the one unable to focus.

'Maybe it's because I missed my brothers,' he thought before he glanced at his lover's lips, 'Or maybe it's because of the kisses…'

Shutting his eyes, he let out a deep breath and straightened his back. His master would be disappointed in him if the elder saw how he was behaving.

'Ying Yue,' his master would sigh at him, tapping his head with his wooden fan, 'You must concentrate.'

'But how can I when Wang Li is right in front of me,' he whined to his master. He imagined the disapproving shake of green hair and the frown gracing the elder's face.

'Erase the distraction and feel your spiritual energy. You are the chosen one. Heavens chose you because they know you are able to complete the mission. Do not make them regret choosing you.'

'Yes master,' the blonde sighed.

He could feel the ebb and flow of his energy, warm and bright. He moved it toward his fingertips to his toes. The warmth pooled there until he pulled his energy away to his back, lightening and releasing tensions off his muscles. Ying Yue had good control of his spiritual energy, something he thought he wouldn't be able to when he was younger.

When he was in the mountains meditating and thinking deeply on calmness, he felt a golden light before him.

"You are ready," the golden light spoke and he blinked his green eyes at it.

"Who are you?"

He tried to see who the glow was because this had never happened before. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to understand what the glow was saying.

'Ready for what?'

There was no reply from the golden light, but Ying Yue felt a burning sensation surrounding his heart to his extremities. Letting out a gasp, he clutched his chest to ease the pressure. As soon as the burning was felt, it was gone. He was confused with his brows furrowed. The light had faded and it was just him again in the quiet of the mountain's cave.

Since then, he felt lighter and stronger. When he told his master, the green haired elder looked pleased. He remembered his jaw dropped when he was told the Jade Emperor had visited him.

"He gifted you, Ying Yue."

"I… wow… wow," he couldn't help saying in awe.

The blonde let out a soft laugh remembering that moment. Then… his memories took him to when he saw Wang Li again after so many days apart. His cheeks warmed at his boldness and the king's lips on his. Biting his lower lip, he opened his eyes slowly. Golden eyes looked at the raven-haired male, poised and beautiful before him. He couldn't stop his golden eyes from traveling down the king's chest, tattoo peeking through the opening.

Ying Yue felt his lips dried and wet his lips unconsciously. Eyes continued to skim lower to the strong crossed legs. Gulping down the built up of saliva, he clenched his knees slightly. He forced his golden eyes to move up again and felt his face burn.

Golden eyes met silver eyes.

Wang Li curled his lips coyly and leaned forward. He could feel the blonde's hot breath on his face and the fluttering of golden lashes. The light freckles were hidden beneath the redness upon lovely cheeks.

"Ah Yue," he whispered and he watched his lover tilted his chin upwards.

'Beautiful.'

He wanted to touch the blonde, to hold him close, but he had to respect what his lover had stated. No kissing in public. They were currently outside underneath the blossoming plum trees. Inwardly sighing, he pulled back and let out a gentle laugh when the blonde followed.

"We are outside, Ah Yue."

Ying Yue blinked for a moment before he covered his lips and looked around. Letting out a short laugh at himself, he nodded and cleared his throat. Fingers tucked loose platinum hair behind his ears and he smiled at his lover. Those fingers trailed down the curve of his cheek and jawline. He watched as Wang Li followed those fingers with his moonlit eyes, before staring at his lips. Ying Yue felt the pad of the king's thumb run over his lips, dragging it with the movement. He felt heat rise up his neck and his heart skipped a beat.

"Ah Li," he whispered and the thumb stopped it's movement.

"Shall we go to bed?"

Wang Li pulled away and he itched to place his lover's palm back on his face. Nodding, he held the king's hand as the man in red led him to his room. The raven-haired male slid the panel open and he walked in. Looking around the room, it reminded him of his room in the cabin.

"Sleep well, Ah Yue," Wang Li smiled at him and was walking out.

"You… you aren't going to…" he dropped the sentence as his ears burned.

'Of course he wouldn't! Ah! Why did I think Wang Li would…' he looked down with a shake of his head.

"You wish to sleep with me?" The Ghost King questioned with a sly smirk.

"Yes. Wait… I mean…" he covered his cheeks feeling how hot he was.

The man in red closed the door behind him as he walked forward. His golden eyes looked doe like as his lover's fingers wrapped gently around his wrists. Pulling his hands away and down, the king leaned down and finally, their lips touched again. Leaning in, he pressed closer.

"All you had to do was invite me to your bed," Wang Li kissed to his ear as his lover's hands rolled down his back to rub his ass, "I would accept."

"You, you would?" Ying Yue gasped when his king pushed him closer, so their hips were pressed to one another.

"Yes."

Ying Yue shivered hearing the deep breathless tone of his lover. He was placed on the bed, chest pressed against his king above him. Kisses and more kisses all over his skin made him feel like clay being molded by his lover's lips. He panted out with a mewl when Wang Li moved-