A Chicken to Skewer

"Will you tell him?"

XueYa's brows furrowed at YaYun's question.

The sun was slowly setting, the warm amber hue bleeding inside the study through the canvas screens, painting the white walls in streaks of gold.

It was him not telling LiangLin the truth that had made the snake god run after him. This time, XueYa didn't have the means to take care of a mate while out to bring old man Mang home. He couldn't afford to lose focus.

LiangLin had to stay home, no matter what.

"I must," XueYa could feel a headache brewing as the thought formed in the forefront of his mind. His scarred over eye socket throbbed behind the eyepatch.

What should he do if LiangLin insisted on following him this time around, too?

"It is better this way," YaYun admitted, his fingers interlocking under his chin thoughtfully. "He can keep QingYu company for the time being. Qing'er has been bored out of his mind without me by his side at all times - oh shit!"