Chapter 64

Chapter 64

He stripped the compliant person and dumped him into a cold bath, but it seemed to have no effect.

Watching the person cling to him even in the water, continuously whimpering and lamenting his discomfort and distress, Mo Jiao clenched his teeth; he had no other choice but to do as Hua Xiangrong suggested.

Bringing the person back to bed, Zhong Yixiao's body was flushed red, but relief was not to be found, crying until his face was streaked, indeed not a pretty sight.

But under the influence of the lustful poison, he was devoid of all reason, only pleading for Mo Jiao's help.

"Mr. Mo, I'm in so much pain..."

His plaintive cries made Mo Jiao pause in unbuckling his belt, quickly shedding his clothes, he leaned in to kiss Zhong Yixiao's cheek softly, soothing, "I know, I'm here to help you now."

What touched Mo Jiao was that Zhong Yixiao, under the influence of the drug, did not call out anyone else's name but subconsciously cried out for Mr. Mo.

Mo Jiao was pleased, rewarding Zhong Yixiao with a kiss on his slightly swollen lips, soft and warm, as comforting as warm water.

Zhong Yixiao instinctively wrapped his arms around his neck, not letting him go, his eyes misty and reddened at the corners, pouting after Mo Jiao pulled away, his voice hoarse yet seductive, his eyes pleadingly fixed on Mo Jiao.

"It feels good, I want more..."

At this enticing scene, Mo Jiao smiled lightly, embracing the person whose limbs were involuntarily entwined around him tightly, pressing him down in a smooth motion, Zhong Yixiao's long, white legs eagerly wrapping around his waist, seemingly not to let go until satisfied.

Mo Jiao clicked his tongue, observing the person beneath him exhibiting both innocence and debauchery, he leaned down to gently bite Zhong Yixiao's bobbing Adam's apple, deliberately grazing the soft flesh with his teeth, causing the other to tremble lightly and cry out in alarm.

"Mr. Mo!"

"You asked for this."

For the first time in his life, Mo Jiao felt such anxiety, but Xiao Yao should be quite satisfied since their neighboring room complained several times about his loud moans during the night.

Mo Jiao found it quite pleasing to the ear, blaming the others for not appreciating it and busied himself with his own endeavors, diligently toiling away.

A night of passion surged.

The Sect Leader of the demonic cult devoted himself entirely, such grand righteousness. After Xiao Yao's lustful poison was cured, he finally fell into a deep sleep, and the Sect Leader was nearly exhausted to collapse.

At dawn, the Sect Leader, now shrunken after losing his vital essence, awkwardly climbed out from Xiao Yao's embrace. He should have anticipated this.

Fortunately, the critical moment last night did not trigger his transformation, but now he could not dwell on such luck. He rummaged through the wardrobe for clothes that fit and began to contemplate how to manage the aftermath.

How to explain to the little rascal that he had shrunk after curing him of the lustful poison last night?

When Xiao Yao woke up, it was already noon, and the remnants of last night's passion had long dissipated.

Xiao Yao, feeling utterly drained, crawled out of the blankets, leaning against the headboard in a daze, momentarily unable to grasp where he was or why he was only wearing a loose robe with ambiguous red marks all over his body, swollen and tender lips, and most importantly, the dull pain from his overused lower regions quickly sobered him up.

It seems he was afflicted with Huaxiangrong's lustful poison yesterday, and then... was taken away by the Sect Leader of the demonic cult!

Xiao Yao was shocked to find himself not in the fragrant pavilion but in his own inn room, feeling exhausted yet refreshed, evidently cleaned by someone. But who could that person be?

No... What he meant to ask was, who was the person who had slept with him last night?

In his foggy memory, a man wearing a golden mask had overpowered him, and then...

That must have been the Sect Leader of the demonic cult.

Zhong Yixiao felt a crushing sense of defeat and despair; his first thought was of Mr. Mo, which threw his mind into chaos, panic taking over his entire being, sitting motionless on the bed as if frozen.

But as he sat there stunned, Zhong Yixiao felt something small in the blanket, a tiny arm wrapping around his leg, followed by the realization of a different touch, as a small head wriggled out from under the blanket.

"Brother Zhong... what's wrong?"

What Zhong Yixiao saw was Mo Jiao, who had shrunk again in the morning and then, after quickly cleaning up the aftermath, had crawled back into bed to catch up on sleep, prompting him to instinctively cover his disheveled and exposed self.

Mo Jiao, seeing him with a face as dark as ink and eyes full of panic and unease, nearly got scared himself, wondering if the Happy Union Powder had any lingering effects.

Mo Jiao's face was pale, but Zhong Yixiao was too distressed to notice the strange red marks on his neck, nor the scratches hidden under his clothes that Mo Jiao wouldn't let him see.

He had gotten up early to hide all the gold masks and clothes he used the day before, fearing Zhong Yixiao's discovery and his inability to explain.

Yet, Zhong Yixiao clearly misunderstood. Upon seeing the child, he suppressed his panic, trying to calm down and forcing a strained smile, unnaturally patting the child's head.

“Jiaojiao…”

His voice came out hoarsely, and his throat felt uncomfortable. Zhong Yixiao frowned, suppressing those negative emotions, his heart beating rapidly and nervously.

Despairing yet holding onto that sliver of hope, unwilling to admit he had been with the unknown leader of the Demonic Sect, he was extremely eager to know who the person last night was, thinking the child beside him might know something.

“Jiaojiao, how did I get back yesterday?”

Mo Jiao had his explanation ready, sweetly saying, “Uncle brought you back.”

Zhong Yixiao's eyes widened in disbelief, feeling a secret joy but still uneasy at heart.

“Where is he then?”

“He left, he told me to take good care of brother.”

Mo Jiao had anticipated Zhong Yixiao's reaction upon waking; he wouldn't make a fuss like a shrew. But seeing him so calm, aside from slightly reddened eyes, without directly asking who was with him last night, Mo Jiao found it odd.

And after hearing Mo Jiao's words, Zhong Yixiao didn't ask further, but his smile turned quite ugly.

“He left, huh? Is he very busy?” Zhong Yixiao suddenly asked, his thoughts unclear.

Mo Jiao nodded, seeing Zhong Yixiao's demeanor as somewhat unfamiliar. He thought for a moment, then moved closer to embrace Zhong Yixiao, consolingly saying in a sweet manner, “Don't overthink, brother. Uncle really is very busy, and he asked me to take good care of you.”

Zhong Yixiao felt a warmth in his heart and slowly nodded, yet he couldn't help but overthink, his mind in turmoil.

He was poisoned with lust poison yesterday, not drunk, and was conscious, remembering the man who held him tightly and pierced him fiercely was the masked leader of the Demonic Sect, and Mr. Mo never appeared in his memory!

But what about when he woke up?

All traces were gone, the leader of the Demonic Sect had disappeared, and Jiaojiao said Mr. Mo had visited...

Zhong Yixiao wouldn't think that Mo Jiao and Mr. Mo were both the leader of the Demonic Sect; his first reaction was actually to feel somewhat guilty and regretful.

He had been poisoned with lust poison yesterday, taken advantage of by the leader of the Demonic Sect, yet before that, he had clearly agreed to an engagement with Mr. Mo and had promised to help take care of his critically ill nephew.

What was he to do, if Mr. Mo found out about such a shameful incident, how could he face Mr. Mo again?

Yet now, Mr. Mo's nephew, Jiaojiao, who doesn't have much time left, is comforting him by his side, but Mr. Mo, who said he had visited him, is nowhere to be seen...

Zhong Yixiao felt extremely unsettled, nearly on the verge of breaking down, but he suppressed his emotions in front of the child, not wanting to worry him.

Embracing Mo Jiao, Zhong Yixiao suddenly felt a sourness in his nose, nodded silently, and said with a bleak smile, "I understand, Jiaojiao is the best."

Mo Jiao sneaked a glance at him but saw hatred in Zhong Yixiao's eyes, as if grinding his teeth, wishing to tear the person who took advantage of him the night before to pieces.

Mo Jiao was secretly alarmed, thinking even a cornered rabbit will bite, but what exactly had the little rascal thought, was being with him that unacceptable?

But Zhong Yixiao didn't say much, only mentioning he was tired and asking Mo Jiao to go downstairs to eat first, so as not to starve, telling him not to worry about him.

Mo Jiao could only play the role of the obedient child and went downstairs to eat as told.

But when he returned after eating, Zhong Yixiao had already passed out at some unknown time, with a pool of blood on the edge of the bed.

Zhong Yixiao had coughed up blood!

Mo Jiao was terrified, forgetting his medical skills at this critical moment, and ran downstairs to find a doctor, not even seeing the way clearly before running into someone at the stairs.

With Mo Jiao's agility, he would normally have avoided the collision, indicating he truly was out of sorts.

But when Mo Jiao looked up at the person, his eyes lit up with joy, exclaiming, "You've arrived just in time! Please come and check on Zhong Yixiao!"

Xie Lingyu dared not linger in the inn; in fact, he had gone back to find Qin Yu early.

However, Qin Yu was out, and it was unclear whom he had been contacting lately, all secretive. Xie Lingyu shared his findings with Qin Yu, also expressing his disbelief.

"Boss, you really should believe me! Just like I told you before about the kid with Zhong Yixiao, who knows martial arts and almost killed you with a flying dagger, yesterday I saw something even more terrifying!"

Qin Yu half-lowered his eyes, appearing somewhat impatient but didn’t rudely interrupt Xie Lingyu's exaggerated speech.

Xie Lingyu continued, "Zhong Yixiao was captured in Cuiwei Pavilion yesterday, right? So there should only have been a child in his room at the inn. Do you know? I saw with my own eyes that child enter the room, and when he came out, he had turned into an adult!"

Hearing this, Qin Yu opened his eyes, frowning slightly, looking at Xie Lingyu curiously.

"I saw it with my own eyes! The man was dressed in black, wearing a beautiful gold mask. After he left, I even went to check the room, and the child was gone..."

"Wait a minute!"

Qin Yu caught the crucial point, squinting his eyes, "Say that again, what did the man look like?"

"Very beautiful, more so than any woman I've seen!"

Seeing Qin Yu's unfriendly gaze, Xie Lingyu coughed lightly, seriously saying, "Just like the child, the man had a red mole under his left eye. He didn’t immediately put on his mask when he left, and that mask... it had a very unique design..."

"A red mole on the left cheek?"

Seeing Qin Yu's shocked face, Xie Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief, hastily saying, "I'm also curious, how can a child turn into an adult in such a short time... Hey! Where are you going, boss?"

Qin Yu left without waiting for Xie Lingyu to finish, who, unable to catch up, stood hands on hips at the alley's entrance, pouting. He never gets to finish his stories; no respect at all.

Elder Mo was administering acupuncture to Zhong Yixiao on the bed, while Left Protector, who had come with him, stood by with Mo Jiao, the former trembling and the latter visibly anxious. Elder Mo had never seen Mo Jiao so distressed, completely out of his element, without a trace of his usual composure.

After a while, Elder Mo finished with the needles and wrote a prescription, instructing Left Protector to fetch the herbs.

Mo Jiao sat on the bed's edge, gazing at Zhong Yixiao's pale sleeping face, his brow furrowed with worry. Elder Mo glanced at him and then at Zhong Yixiao, who was still frowning in his sleep, and suddenly asked Mo Jiao—

"Jiaojiao, how many pills do you have left from the medicine I gave you?"

At this, Mo Jiao turned, showing a rare hint of embarrassment.

Elder Mo, having guessed as much, chuckled, "Never mind, there's one pill left. Don't waste it like that next time. Young Master Zhong simply fainted from physical discomfort and the rush of qi and blood to his heart. Here, this ointment is good for his wounds; be more gentle next time, not too rough..."

Pausing, Elder Mo added with a suppressed laugh, "I forgot, who knows when the leader will be back."

He still handed Mo Jiao a small, palm-sized jade box, which looked exquisite. Opening it, Mo Jiao found light pink salve inside, emitting a sweet fragrance that filled his nostrils.

"What's this? Where should it be applied?" Mo Jiao asked, uncharacteristically innocent.

Elder Mo smiled without answering, his gaze teasingly on Zhong Yixiao on the bed. Mo Jiao quickly understood, solemnly putting away the jade box, treasuring it as he looked back at Elder Mo, his eyes silently urging.

After a standoff, Elder Mo was the first to give in, laughing as he walked out, waving his hand, "Alright, apply the medicine to him; I'll wait outside."

Only then did Mo Jiao nod, carefully taking out the ointment after Elder Mo had left, his cheeks flushed, he tiptoed and gently lifted the blanket covering Zhong Yixiao...

Mo Jiao finally came out of the room, with a stern little face, looking rather unhappy, leaning on the railing with Elder Mo, watching the pedestrians below.

"Is the leader not pleased?" Elder Mo asked.

Mo Jiao countered without answering, "Has Prince Jing not come?"

Elder Mo laughed, "No, he doesn't know I've come out."

So he had sneaked out, Mo Jiao thought to himself.

But Elder Mo added, "I came for the leader. Leader, we have confirmed that Qin Yu does not possess the Qilin Herb. The real Qilin Herb must still be with Master He Yun. What should we do now?"

Everything is ready, except for the Qilin Herb.

Mo Jiao has endured nearly twenty years, now with the mother worm dead and the child gu in critical condition, he cannot afford any more mistakes.

How could Mo Jiao not consider his own life? He thought seriously for a moment, then softly ordered, "Ask Elder Shang to come; I have a task for him."

"Yes."

Silence followed, then Elder Mo glanced at the tightly shut door behind him, his gaze returning to Mo Jiao's heavy little face, curiously asking, "Leader, aren't you now in the embrace of beauty? Why are you still not happy?"

Mo Jiao glanced at him sideways, not wanting to answer. He knew he should be content and joyful, but seeing Zhong Yixiao cough up blood, he felt uneasy.

"It seems I've made a mess of things again..."