Chapter 111

Chapter 111: WangXian Chapter 23

The sky was still dark, and the long street was quiet. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walked along the road, accompanied only by the soft clatter of Little Apple's hooves.

Wei Wuxian sat on the back of the little donkey, patting its rump. The saddlebags on its back were stuffed full of apples, likely prepared by the younger generation of the Lan family as its food.

Wei Wuxian pulled an apple from the bag, brought it to his mouth, and took a loud, crisp bite while staring at Lan Wangji's handsome profile. Seeing its apple being shamelessly stolen, Little Apple snorted in anger and stomped its hooves. Wei Wuxian ignored it, gave it a few more pats, and stuffed the half-eaten apple into its mouth, saying, "Lan Zhan, did you know? That Sisi seems to be a friend of Jin Guangyao's mother."

Lan Wangji replied, "I didn't know."

Wei Wuxian laughed, "I was just making conversation, not really asking you. I saw it during the empathy with the female resentful spirit in the Guanyin Temple. She took good care of Jin Guangyao and his mother."

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said, "So, Jin Guangyao spared her life."

Wei Wuxian nodded, "That should be the case. At the time, I was afraid Ze Wu-Jun would soften toward him again, so I didn't explain the details. I think it's still not appropriate to tell him now."

Lan Wangji said, "If he asks in the future, I will inform him."

Wei Wuxian agreed, "That works."

Looking back, he sighed deeply, "I really don’t want to deal with any more complicated matters. Let's just leave it at that."

Lan Wangji nodded, shortened Little Apple's reins, and continued walking.

Everyone's affairs can only be resolved by themselves. Even for close brothers like Lan Xichen, Lan Wangji could offer little help now. Comfort was useless, and everything felt futile.

After a pause, Lan Wangji called, "Wei Ying."

Wei Wuxian responded, "What?"

Lan Wangji said, "There's something I haven't told you."

Wei Wuxian felt his heart skip a beat, "What is it?"

Lan Wangji stopped and looked directly at him, about to speak, when hurried footsteps approached from behind. Wei Wuxian exclaimed, "Damn, someone's already catching up?"

Indeed, someone had caught up, but it wasn't a bad arrival. Lan Sizhui ran up, panting, "Hanguang Jun! Senior Wei!"

Wei Wuxian rested his arm on the donkey's head, "Sizhui, I'm eloping with your Hanguang Jun. Why are you following us? Aren't you afraid of being scolded by Old Master Lan?"

Lan Sizhui blushed, "Senior Wei, don't say that. I... I have something important to ask you!"

Wei Wuxian asked, "What is it?"

Lan Sizhui said, "I remembered something, but I’m not certain, so... so I came to ask Hanguang Jun and Senior Wei."

Lan Wangji looked at him, then at Wen Ning. Wen Ning nodded. Wei Wuxian asked, "What is it?"

Lan Sizhui straightened up and took a deep breath.

He said, "Claiming to have masterful craftsmanship, but the things made are both painful to look at and hard to stomach."

Wei Wuxian: "What???"

Lan Sizhui continued, "You buried me in a radish field, saying that with enough sunlight and water, I’d grow taller quickly and even sprout a few friends to play with."

Wei Wuxian was speechless.

Lan Sizhui went on, "You said you’d treat Hanguang Jun to a meal, but in the end, you left without paying, and Hanguang Jun ended up paying the bill."

Wei Wuxian widened his eyes, nearly toppling off the donkey.

He stammered, "You... you..."

Lan Sizhui looked directly at Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, saying, "I was too young back then to remember everything clearly, but I'm sure... I used to be a Wen."

Wei Wuxian's voice trembled, "You're a Wen? Aren't you a Lan? Lan Sizhui, Lan Yuan..."

He muttered, "Lan Yuan... Wen Yuan?"

Lan Sizhui nodded emphatically, his voice also shaking, "Senior Wei, I... I'm A Yuan..."

Wei Wuxian, still in shock, muttered, "A Yuan... didn't A Yuan die? He was left alone at the Burial Mounds..."

Before he could finish, Lan Xichen's words rang in his ears, "He said he was reflecting on his mistakes, but in truth, he was badly hurt and could hardly move. Even so, after learning of your death, he dragged his broken body to the Burial Mounds, no matter what, just to see it one last time..."

He suddenly turned to Lan Wangji and exclaimed, "Lan Zhan, was it you?!"

Lan Wangji replied, "Yes."

He looked at Wei Wuxian and said, "This is what I've been wanting to tell you."

For a long time, Wei Wuxian was speechless.

Finally, Lan Sizhui couldn't hold it in anymore. He let out a loud cry, jumped up, and threw his arms around Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, pulling them into a tight hug. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were pressed together, both in shock.

Lan Sizhui buried his face in their shoulders, saying, "Hanguang Jun, Senior Wei, I... I..."

Hearing his muffled voice, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, so close, exchanged a glance and saw something tender in each other's eyes.

Wei Wuxian composed himself, put a hand on Lan Sizhui's back, and patted him, saying, "Alright, why are you crying?"

Lan Sizhui said, "I'm not crying... it's just... suddenly, I feel so sad, but also so happy... I can't explain it..."

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji also put a hand on his back and patted him.

Lan Wangji said, "Then don't say anything more."

Wei Wuxian agreed, "Yeah."

Lan Sizhui didn't say anything, just hugged them even tighter.

After a while, Wei Wuxian said, "Hey, hey, hey, kid, how come you're so strong? No wonder, Hanguang Jun taught you..."

Lan Wangji glanced at him and said, "You taught him as well."

Wei Wuxian replied, "No wonder he turned out so great."

But Lan Sizhui said, "Senior Wei didn't teach me."

Wei Wuxian retorted, "Who said I didn't? It's just that you were too young, so you forgot what I taught you."

Lan Sizhui said, "I didn't forget. I remember now. It seems like you did teach me something."

Wei Wuxian asked, "Really?"

Lan Sizhui said seriously, "You taught me how to hide erotic books as regular ones."

Wei Wuxian: "..."

Lan Wangji shot a glance at Wei Wuxian.

Lan Sizhui added, "You also taught me, when a pretty girl walks by..."

Wei Wuxian said, "That's nonsense! How could you remember stuff like that? You must be dreaming. How could I teach a kid these things?"

Lan Wangji tilted his head back and said, "Uncle Ning can vouch for me. He was probably there when you taught me these things."

Wei Wuxian said, "What proof? That never happened."

Wen Ning said, "I... I don’t recall anything..."

Lan Sizhui said, "Hanguang Jun, I swear every word I said is true."

Lan Wangji nodded and said, "I believe you."

Wei Wuxian was ready to throw a fit on the donkey: "Lan Zhan!"

He thought for a moment and then said, "Speaking of which, Sizhui, how did you recall all this?"

Lan Sizhui said, "I’m not sure. It’s just that seeing Chenqing felt so familiar."

As expected, it was Chenqing. Wei Wuxian said, "Oh, of course it’s familiar! You used to love chewing on Chenqing, drooling all over it, so I couldn’t even play it."

Lan Sizhui's face turned red instantly, "R-really...?"

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "Yeah, otherwise why would it jog your memory the moment you saw it? Do you want to hear more stories from when you were little?"

He fluttered his hands like butterflies and said, "Hanguang Jun, remember that time I took you out to eat, and he was holding two butterflies, whispering, 'I like you,' 'I like you too'..."

Lan Sizhui’s face turned even redder, and Wei Wuxian added, "Oh, and remember when you called Hanguang Jun ‘Dad’ in front of everyone? Poor Hanguang Jun, a young man in his prime, suddenly became a dad..."

"Aaaahhhh!"

Lan Sizhui blurted out, his face red, "Hanguang Jun, I’m so sorry!"

Lan Wangji glanced at Wei Wuxian, who was chuckling, and shook his head, his eyes soft.

Wei Wuxian then said, "Wait, Wen Ning, did you know about this the whole time?"

Wen Ning nodded, and Wei Wuxian gasped, "Then why didn’t you say anything?"

Wen Ning glanced at Lan Wangji and cautiously said, "Young Master Lan didn’t tell me to tell you, so..."

Wei Wuxian was exasperated, "Why do you follow his orders so blindly? You’re the Ghost General! Why should the Ghost General be scared of Hanguang Jun? Isn’t that humiliating for me???"

Lan Sizhui kept yelling, "Hanguang Jun, I’m really sorry!"

...

The four of them went their separate ways at the edge of a forest in Yunping City.

Wen Ning said, "Young Master, we should head this way."

Wei Wuxian asked, "Which way?"

Wen Ning said, "Remember when you asked what we’d do after everything was over? A Yuan and I talked it over, and we’re heading to Qishan first to bury my family’s ashes there. We also want to look for anything left of my sister to build a memorial for her."

Wei Wuxian said, "A memorial? I actually set one up for you and her at the Burial Mounds, but it got burned down. We’ll go to Qishan too."

He turned to ask Lan Wangji, but Wen Ning said, "It's not necessary."

Wei Wuxian was taken aback and asked, "You're not coming with us?"

Lan Sizhui said, "Senior Wei, you should go with Hanguang Jun instead."

Wei Wuxian was about to speak again, but Wen Ning said, "Really, it's not necessary, Wei gongzi. You've already done enough."

After a moment of silence, Wei Wuxian asked, "What will you do after this?"

Wen Ning replied, "I'll take A Yuan back to the Cloud Recesses, and then I'll figure out what to do next. From there, I'll forge my own path."

Wei Wuxian nodded slowly and said, "...Alright then."

For the first time in many years, Wen Ning wasn't following him and had made his own decision. Wei Wuxian guessed he probably had his own plans.

This was also what Wei Wuxian had always wished for. Everyone has their own journey.

But when the day finally came, watching Wen Ning and Lan Sizhui's figures fade into the distance until they disappeared, it still felt a little sad.

Now, the only one left by his side was Lan Wangji.

How fortunate that the person he wanted by his side was also Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian said, "Lan Zhan."

Lan Wangji replied, "Mm."

Wei Wuxian said, "You raised him well."

Lan Wangji said, "There will be plenty of chances to meet again in the future."

Wei Wuxian said, "I know."

Lan Wangji said, "After Wen Ning takes Sizhui back to the Cloud Recesses, he can settle nearby and visit him often."

Wei Wuxian looked at him and said, "Lan Zhan, are you scared I'll thank you?"

"I suddenly remembered that in our past life, every time we parted ways, I always thanked you. And every time we parted, the next time we met, I was in a worse state."

The inn where Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu died, the Yunmeng pavilion where flowers were tossed, the farewell at Yiling's Burial Mounds.

Every time, he used that word to draw a line between them, pushing them further apart.

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said, "Between us, there's no need for 'thank you' or 'I'm sorry.'"

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "Alright, then let's talk about something else. For example..."

His voice dropped, and he motioned for Lan Wangji to come closer, as if to share a secret. Lan Wangji indeed leaned in. To his surprise, Wei Wuxian reached out, tilted Lan Wangji's chin up, and kissed him.

After what felt like forever, Wei Wuxian pulled back slightly, their eyelashes brushing, and whispered, "How was that?"

Lan Wangji: "..."

Wei Wuxian said, "Hanguang Jun, give me some reaction."

Lan Wangji: "..."

Wei Wuxian said, "You're so cold. Shouldn't you be pushing me down right now..."

Before Wei Wuxian could finish his sentence, Lan Wangji suddenly wrapped his arm around Wei Wuxian's neck, roughly pulling his head down, and their lips met once again.

Little Apple was startled, its mouth frozen mid-chew, standing as still as a statue.

Soon, Little Apple could no longer bear Wei Wuxian's weight. Lan Wangji, with one arm around his back and the other scooping up his knees, lifted Wei Wuxian off the small donkey. The two stumbled and tumbled into a bush behind them. Wei Wuxian was pressed to the ground by Lan Wangji and kissed for a while before suddenly saying, "Wait, wait!"

Lan Wangji asked, "What?"

Wei Wuxian squinted and said, "I suddenly have this feeling..."

The woods, the bushes, the wild grass, the forceful movements, the lingering lips and tongues.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt compelled to ask. Hesitantly, he asked, "During the Hundred Phoenix Mountain hunt, when I was blindfolded, Lan Zhan, was it you...?"

He didn't finish the question, and Lan Wangji didn't answer, but his fingers twitched slightly. Wei Wuxian propped himself up on his elbows, pressing his ear to Lan Wangji's chest, hearing the rapid, pounding heartbeat.

"..." Wei Wuxian gasped in shock, "Oh, so it was you?!"

Lan Wangji's Adam's apple bobbed as he said, "I..."

Wei Wuxian said incredulously, "Lan Zhan, I never would have guessed! You would do something like that?"

Lan Wangji: "..."

Wei Wuxian said, "You know, I always thought it was some shy Xianzi who had a crush on me but didn't dare to say anything."

Lan Wangji: "..."

Wei Wuxian said, "You've had those kinds of thoughts about me since then???"

"..."

Lan Wangji murmured, "At that time, I knew it was wrong. Very wrong."

Wei Wuxian recalled how Lan Wangji had been alone in the woods, smashing trees when he found him later, and said, "So that's why you were so angry?"

Wei Wuxian had assumed he was angry at someone else, not realizing he was angry at himself. Angry for his momentary impulse, angry for losing control, angry for taking advantage, something unworthy of a gentleman and against his family's teachings.

Seeing Lan Wangji bury his head low, as if beginning to reflect again, Wei Wuxian scratched his chin and said, "Alright, don't be so conflicted. I'm thrilled that you kissed me back then. That was my first kiss, congratulations, Hanguang Jun."

Lan Wangji suddenly looked at him and said, "First kiss?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Yeah, what did you think?"

He suddenly recalled how he had met Lan Wangji back then, bragging and joking about how experienced he was, claiming Lan Wangji's first kiss would never be given away in this lifetime. He realized, "Actually, what made you the angriest was thinking I had kissed someone else, wasn't it?"

Lan Wangji: "..."

Wei Wuxian burst out laughing, hugging him and planting a kiss, saying, "Lan Zhan, are you an idiot? You actually believed my nonsense! Hahahaha..."

He laughed too loudly and too wildly, and finally, Lan Wangji couldn't take it anymore and pinned him down.

In the grass where the sudden rain had just ceased, the dew still clung, dampening Lan Wangji's white robes, which were soon removed by Wei Wuxian.

He murmured, "Stay still."

Wei Wuxian's neck and lips were imbued with the fresh scent of grass. Lan Wangji's body exuded a cool sandalwood fragrance. Kneeling between Lan Wangji's legs, Wei Wuxian kissed him from his forehead downward.

From between his brows, down to the tip of his nose, his cheeks, his lips, and his jaw.

Throat, collarbone, heart.

Following the contours with utmost devotion.

When he kissed the taut stomach and continued downward, his fallen hair and soft breaths teased this sensitive area. Lan Wangji couldn't take it anymore and reached out to push his shoulders. Wei Wuxian grabbed his wrist and said, "Don't move. I told you, I'll do it."

He removed his hair tie and re-secured his messy long hair, then lowered his head. Lan Wangji sensed what he intended to do, his expression slightly flustered, and whispered, "Don't."

Wei Wuxian said, "I will," and gently took Lan Wangji's length into his mouth.

Carefully taking him in without biting, he took him as deep as he could, until it reached his throat, causing slight discomfort. Lan Wangji immediately noticed his discomfort, worried that he was forcing himself, and tried to push him away, saying, "Stop."

Wei Wuxian pushed his hand away and began to slowly move up and down.

Lan Wangji said, "You..."

Soon he couldn't speak anymore.

Wei Wuxian had seen so many erotic picture books since childhood that they could fill a room in the Gusu Lan Family's library. He was quick to learn, putting into practice what he'd seen in those books, using his lips and tongue to carefully tend to the hot and hard length in his mouth. The most sensitive part of Lan Wangji's body enveloped in a warm, wet mouth, being treated so diligently, Lan Wangji was already struggling just to control himself from committing some reckless act.

Wei Wuxian felt his breathing becoming more rapid, the fingers gripping his shoulders tightening more and more. He sped up his pace, and when his neck and cheeks started to ache, he finally felt a surge of hot liquid filling his throat.

The liquid was hot and sticky, carrying a strong musky scent. It suddenly hit his throat, making Wei Wuxian choke violently. He immediately spat him out and coughed. Lan Wangji patted his back, flustered, saying, "Spit it out, quickly spit it out."

Wei Wuxian covered his mouth and shook his head. After a while, he removed his hand, stuck out his tongue at Lan Wangji, opened his mouth to show him, and said, "I swallowed it."

His tongue was red, lips swollen, with traces of white and a playful smile at the corners of his mouth. Lan Wangji stared at him, unable to say anything.

The usually most ascetic of the renowned cultivators, his cold and dignified demeanor was completely shattered at this moment, with a faint peach color at the corners of his eyes and brows, adding a touch of beauty, as if he'd been thoroughly ravished. Seeing him like this, Wei Wuxian was extremely fond. Bare-chested, he hugged his shoulders, kissed the corner of his mouth, then kissed his eyelids, and said, "Good, don't be scared. Next time it's my turn, and you better do just as well, got it?"

His lips were stained with Lan Wangji's essence, and as he kissed, Lan Wangji's mouth also got stained, adding to his somewhat dazed expression, making him utterly adorable. Wei Wuxian kissed him again and said, "Lan Zhan, I love you to death."

Lan Wangji slowly looked at him.

Wei Wuxian thought he saw a red tint in Lan Wangji's eyes.

Wei Wuxian missed the barely restrained hunger in his eyes, thinking he hadn't had enough, and continued, "Can we stay like this forever?"

Suddenly, Lan Wangji turned over and pressed him down into the grass.

In a flash, their positions reversed. As Lan Wangji's teeth found his skin again, Wei Wuxian laughed and pushed his head away, saying, "You don't have to be so eager. I said next time you can..."

He suddenly felt pain below, "Ah," and slightly frowned, saying, "Lan Zhan, what did you put in there?"

He recognized it as a finger, asking more out of reflex, instinctively closing his legs, but the foreign sensation from below became stronger. Because a second finger had also entered.

Although Wei Wuxian had seen many erotic pictures, he hadn't seen much about male-male relations. He had never thought he had any interest in this area before, nor had he intended to explore it, so he naturally assumed that male intimacy was just kissing and hugging, at most using mouths and hands, without further exploration. Now being pressed down by Lan Wangji, slowly inserting fingers to expand, he vaguely realized it might not be so simple. Along with the discomfort came surprise and a touch of humor.

And when it reached the third finger, Wei Wuxian finally couldn't laugh anymore.

He already felt uncomfortably stretched, but the three fingers were still far from the size of what he had just swallowed. He said, "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, that, you, you calm down. Is this really okay? Are you sure you're not mistaken? Is it here? I feel a bit..."

But Lan Wangji seemed unable to hear him anymore, roughly covering his mouth, and with a heavy body, pushed himself in.

Wei Wuxian's eyes suddenly widened, his legs bending sharply.

Their bodies locked together, hearts racing, breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Lan Wangji said in a hoarse voice, "...Sorry... I couldn't hold back anymore."

Seeing his eyes red and his struggle evident, Wei Wuxian knew it was all his doing, and gritted his teeth, saying, "If you can't hold back, then don't hold back... What am I supposed to do now?"

In his desperation, Wei Wuxian turned to him for advice. Lan Wangji said, "...Relax."

Wei Wuxian murmured, "Alright, relax, relax..."

As he relaxed slightly, Lan Wangji attempted to push further in, and Wei Wuxian immediately tensed his buttocks and abdominal muscles involuntarily.

Lan Wangji asked, "...Is it very painful?"

Wei Wuxian hugged him, his body trembling uncontrollably, and said tearfully, "It hurts, it's my first time, so of course it hurts."

After saying this, he felt Lan Wangji inside him become even harder.

The sensation of soft and fragile internal organs being forcibly penetrated by a foreign hard object was unimaginable. But realizing that just a simple sentence from him could provoke such a reaction from Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian suddenly laughed.

As a man himself, he understood how uncomfortable Lan Wangji must be, but he still controlled himself, not forcing his way in. Wei Wuxian felt a wave of tenderness in his heart, and actively hooked his neck to pull him down, whispering in his ear, "Lan Zhan, my good Lan Zhan, Er Gege, I'll tell you what to do, kiss me, and if you do, it won't hurt..."

Lan Wangji's fair earlobes flushed a deep red.

He struggled to say, "...Don't, don't call me that."

Hearing him stammer, Wei Wuxian laughed heartily, "Don't like it? Then I'll call you something else. Wangji Didi, Zhan'er, Hanguang, which one do you like... Ah ah ah wuwu!"

Lan Wangji bit his lips and thrust all the way in.

All of Wei Wuxian's cries were stifled in his throat, tightly clinging to his shoulders, his brows furrowed, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, his legs stiffly encircling his waist, not daring to move. Only then did Lan Wangji come to his senses slightly, took a few breaths, and said, "I'm sorry."

Wei Wuxian shook his head, forcing a smile, "You said it before. Between us, there's no need for apologies."

Lan Wangji kissed him carefully, his movements a bit awkward. Wei Wuxian squinted his eyes, opened his mouth to let him in, entwined their tongues for a while, and vaguely caught sight of the brand below Lan Wangji's collarbone.

He placed his hand over the scar, his smile fading significantly, and said, "Lan Zhan, tell me, is this also related to me?"

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said, "It's nothing. I was just drunk at the time."

After sending Wei Wuxian, who had stained the Nightless City with blood, back to the Burial Mounds, what awaited him was three years of confinement. During the confinement, he heard the news that the Yiling Patriarch had finally died and his soul had dissipated.

Dragging his still-healing wounds, he rushed to Yiling, searching all over the mountain for several days, but found nothing except for Wen Yuan, who was in a high fever and unconscious, pulled out from a half-burned tree hole. Not even a bone, a piece of flesh, or a weak remnant of a soul.

On the way back to the Gusu Lan Family, Lan Wangji bought a pot of "Tianzi Lao" in Caiyi Town.

The wine was fragrant and mellow, not at all spicy or pungent, but after drinking it, his throat burned with pain, all the way to his eyes and heart.

He didn't like the taste, but he could probably see why that person enjoyed it.

That night was the first time Lan Wangji drank alcohol, and also the first time he got drunk. He had no recollection of what he did after getting drunk, but all the Lan family members, whether disciples or disciples, looked at him with disbelief for a long time. Some said that he broke into the ancient room of the Cloud Recesses that night, rummaging through boxes and cabinets for something unknown, and when Lan Xichen asked him, he looked blankly at Lan Xichen and asked for a flute.

Lan Xichen found the best white jade flute for him, but he angrily threw it away, saying it wasn't what he wanted. Unable to find it, he suddenly saw the sealed iron brands confiscated from the Wen family of Qishan.

After sobering up, there was a scar on his chest, the same as the one Wei Wuxian had left at the bottom of the Tortoise of Slaughter cave.

Lan Qiren looked both sad and angry, but ultimately, he didn't scold him again. In three years, whether it was scolding or punishment, it was enough.

He sighed and did not oppose Lan Wangji's decision to keep Wen Yuan. Lan Wangji bowed to him, accepted the punishment, and silently knelt in the Cloud Recesses for a day and a night.

Drinking the same wine he drank, enduring the same wounds he suffered.

To this day, the wound has been scabbed for thirteen years.

Lan Wangji began to move rhythmically, while Wei Wuxian clenched his eyes shut, gritted his teeth, and hissed through clenched teeth, adjusting his breathing to match Lan Wangji's movements.

Once he had somewhat adapted to the invading foreign object, Wei Wuxian inadvertently twisted his waist. A sudden wave of tingling spread through his lower body, climbing up his spine and enveloping his entire body.

Wei Wuxian suddenly discovered how to find pleasure in this position.

He buried his hands in Lan Wangji's sweat-drenched long hair, straightened the forehead ribbon, and smiled, his voice soft and teasing, "...Does it feel good? Being inside me."

Lan Wangji bit his lower lip, answering the question with a more forceful thrust.

Wei Wuxian was soaked in sweat, his body glistening, still gasping for breath as he rambled on, "Lan Zhan... you're in trouble. We still have the final bow of the three bows left, we're not even married yet, and we're doing this kind of thing. Do you know what this is called? If your uncle finds out, he'll have you punished severely."

Lan Wangji nearly growled, "...It's already too late."

With a fierce thrust, Wei Wuxian arched his back in a mix of pain and pleasure, exposing his vulnerable throat, which Lan Wangji promptly bit into.

The intense pleasure made Wei Wuxian lose himself momentarily, his first coherent thought being, "...I can't believe it. Why didn't I do this with Lan Zhan when I was fifteen? I've wasted my life."

Lan Wangji was a man of action, not one for sweet talk, speaking little but exerting much. After a moment of daze, Wei Wuxian regained his senses and began to whisper obscenities into Lan Wangji's ear, "Lan Er Gege, when did you start liking me? If you liked me earlier, why didn't you just take me sooner? The back mountain of Cloud Recesses would have been a perfect spot. You could have tied me up and taken me away when I snuck out alone, pinned me down on the grass like this and done whatever you wanted... ah... be gentle, it's my first time, treat me kindly...

"Where was I? Oh, right. You're so strong, I wouldn't have been able to resist anyway. If I screamed, you could have silenced me. Or your family's library would have been good too, amidst all those messy scrolls, we could have bought a few books on male intimacy to study, any position would have worked... Ge! Ge! Er Gege! Have mercy! Please, spare me, okay, I won't talk anymore, you're amazing, you're too amazing. I can't take it, really can't, don't do this..."

Lan Wangji couldn't withstand his teasing at this moment. The previous dozen or so thrusts had left Wei Wuxian feeling as if his internal organs were being scrambled. His pleas for mercy only spurred Lan Wangji to intensify his actions. Wei Wuxian had been pinned for nearly half an hour without changing positions, his waist and hips numb from the impact, the numbness giving way to a mix of pain and itchiness, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his bones.

Finally tasting the bitter fruit of his own actions, Wei Wuxian kissed him pleadingly, speaking without a shred of dignity, "Er Gege, have mercy, spare my life. We have plenty of time, let's continue next time, tie me up and continue, okay? Today, spare this novice. Hanguang Jun is mighty, the Yiling Patriarch admits defeat, utterly defeated, we'll battle again another day!"

Lan Wangji's forehead showed faint veins bulging, his words strained and difficult, "...If you really want me to stop... then... shut up and stop talking..."

Wei Wuxian replied, "But I have a mouth, and I'm meant to speak! Lan Zhan, earlier when I said I wanted to sleep with you every day, can you pretend you didn't hear that?"

Lan Wangji said, "No."

Wei Wuxian's heart broke, "How can you be like this? You never denied me anything before."

Lan Wangji smiled faintly, "No."

Seeing this smile, Wei Wuxian's eyes instantly lit up, feeling as if he were floating, unsure of where he was.

But the next moment, Wei Wuxian was brought back to reality by Lan Wangji's relentless thrusts, tears streaming from his eyes.

He clutched at the grass, shouting hoarsely, "How about four days? Let's do it every four days, or even three days!!!"

Finally, Lan Wangji declared firmly and resolutely, "Every day means every day."