My Sweet (CURSED) Demon Heritage
17 parts Ongoing MatureThrough some changes in the plot, with Mobei-Jun at the Endless Abyss scene, Shang Qinghua knew this wouldn't be without consequences. Centering him.
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"My king!" It was a mere whisper. Pathetic. He was pathetic. Again. Nothing his king didn't already know. "Are you alright?" The last thing he remembered was Linguang-Jun, the fight, and Mobei-Jun collapsing. The glimpse of something weird in Mobei-Jun's eyes caught Shang Qinghua's attention, his king's irises roaming over Shang Qinghua's form, his gaze lingering on his servant's head and face slipping down towards his chest. Shang Qinghua's hands grasped at the blanket and he squeaked as he tried to hide his body, noticing that he was naked. Half-naked, he confirmed, after frantically feeling his body up and down with a hand beneath the blanket. He wore a pair of loose pants. Not the pants he wore back then. Heat crept up his cheeks at the thought of getting undressed from someone else. "I am fine. But you.... Concealing your heritage..." Mobei-Jun scoffed. His king looked fine, as if the fight had never happened. The dark hair flowing over his shoulders. His eyes, a piercing coldness, pupils tiny slits.