Han Mo finished tying up the perfume pouch he had made for his sweet Fu Shen. Smiling, he headed out of the school saying goodbye to his family. His smile went into a grin when he heard Mo Chou call out to him.
"Uncle Mo," the navy haired man grinned, "Don't rush. Be sure to take you time. I'll make sure Lan Lan don't bother you again!"
"Oi! Mo Chou! I do not bother Uncle Mo!" The pinkette frowned and then found his husband wrapped around him like the golden binds.
"Better hurry," Mo Chou singsong and Han Mo grinned, waving goodbye to them.
Leaving the school, he traveled down the village to his lover's home. He greeted the villagers and spoke to some, before he reached the small home in between other homes. Knocking on the door, he waited and smiled when Fu Shen opened the door.
"Ah Shen," Mo Chou leaned in and the white haired man stepped back, opening the door wider for him to enter.
