A few dazzling blue light flashed on the ground, leaving a line of large characters on the wall. Wei Wuxian leaned over to take a look, but he wrote seven big characters: "Lan Wangji is here for a visit."

"..."

Lan Wangji pulled away from the dust and watched his masterpiece. Even though he was drunk, his handwriting was still in extremely strict script. He seemed satisfied, nodded, concentrated for a moment, and raised his hand again.

This time, it is not writing, but drawing. A few sword beams crossed, and two portraits of little people kissing appeared on the wall.

Wei Wuxian slapped himself on the forehead.

Stealing things everywhere, doing damage, scribbling and doodling... Now he is sure: Lan Wangji is really repeating what he said. There is absolutely nothing wrong, even the graffiti content is almost the same!

But these things were all done when Wei Wuxian was twelve or thirteen years old!

Lan Wangji became more and more energetic as he painted, and it was not enough to finish painting one wall, so he had to continue painting on the other side. Seeing that the content of his paintings became more and more strange, Wei Wuxian felt distressed for Bichen, and thought to himself, "At this moment, I have to erase the name that Lan Wangji wrote on the wall, but I can't let others know who it is. Yes. No, no, let's paint the whole wall."

It took a lot of effort for Wei Wuxian to pull Lan Wangji back to the inn.

He threw both mothers to the proprietress, saying that they had found them on the road, went upstairs, closed the door, and turned around. I was outside just now, and the night was so dim that I couldn't look carefully, but when I got inside, I looked at the lights and saw that Lan Wangji's clothes, face, and hair were all covered with hair, broken leaves, and powdery white wall ash. , really lost the instrument. Wei Wuxian slapped him and said with a smile, "So dirty!"

Lan Wangji said, "Wash your face."

When he was drunk for the first time, Wei Wuxian washed his face, Lan Wangji seemed to like it very much, and sure enough he asked for it again this time. Wei Wuxian originally wanted to wash him, but the whole person was so tormented that washing his face was never enough. Wei WuXian said, "How about giving you a quick bath?"

Hearing this, Lan Wangji opened his eyes slightly. Wei Wuxian looked at his expression carefully, and said, "Would you like it?"

Lan WangJi nodded immediately, "Okay."

Wei WuXian thought, "Lan Zhan really likes cleaning. I just help him pour some bath water, and let him wash the rest. Well, at most I'll wipe him a few times. I don't care about anything else. "

The staff at the inn were all women, so Wei Wuxian naturally wouldn't let them do too much troublesome coolies. So he instructed Lan WangJi to sit down in the room, went downstairs to boil water, and brought up buckets of water. Filled the tub, tested the water temperature, turned around and was about to ask Lan Wangji to take off his clothes, but when he turned around, he saw that Lan Wangji had already taken off his clothes consciously.

Although he had already seen the scene of Lan Wangji bathing in a cold spring that Yunshen didn't know where to go, but at that time he had no distractions, and most of Lan Wangji's body was buried in the water, and there was no distance. so close. So, at this moment, suddenly saw a frank Lan Wangji...

For a moment, Wei Wuxian didn't know whether to follow his heart and watch it unscrupulously, or to cover up something for Lan Wangji and pretend to be a gentleman.

Wei WuXian hasn't made a decision yet, but Lan WangJi has reached out to untie his belt. Wei WuXian hurriedly said, "Stop, stop. I don't wash, this bucket is only big enough for one person, come on."

Lan WangJi glanced at the tub indifferently, and confirmed that there was indeed no room for two people, so he reluctantly gave up, slowly touched the tub, slowly sank in, and soaked himself in the hot water. Wei Wuxian also rolled up his sleeves and walked to the wooden barrel.

Lan Wangji's skin was fair, long hair was black and shiny, and it floated softly on the water, the steam lingered in the transpiration, and in a trance, she was a beautiful woman like ice and snow. Wei Wuxian felt that it was a pity, he should have gotten some flower petals for Lan Wangji to float on the water, the scenery was even better, he picked up the wooden spoon in the tub, scooped up a thin stream of water, and poured it on his head.

Because Lan Wangji had been staring at Wei Wuxian without blinking, Wei Wuxian was worried that the water would get into his eyes and make him uncomfortable, so he said, "Close your eyes."

Lan Wangji ignored him, Wei Wuxian reached out to close his eyes, he buried the bottom half of his face in the water, and spit out two bubbles. Wei WuXian laughed and squeezed his cheek lightly, "Second brother, how old are you?"

He picked up the acacia box and towel next to him, and wiped it down Lan Wangji's face.

Just now, Lan WangJi took off his forehead and headband, and his black hair fell down to cover his upper body. But now, he helped Lan Wangji put the wet black hair behind his shoulders and wiped it to his chest. The more than 30 whip marks and the brand on his chest were clearly revealed.

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☆、Chapter 97

Wei Wuxian took the cloth towel and turned to his back.

The whip marks spread from Lan Wangji's back to his chest, shoulders, and arms, crawling on a large area of ​​fair and clean skin. These scars, shallow or deep, which can be called ferocious, destroyed the man's body that could be called perfect.

After watching in silence for a while, Wei Wuxian dipped the cloth in his hand with water and wiped away the marks left by the whip. He struck extremely gently, as if he couldn't bear to hurt Lan Wangji. However, these are old and old injuries, and the most painful time has long passed. Moreover, even if they were all fresh wounds, with Lan Wangji's style, no matter how painful it was, he would definitely not make any sound or show any signs of weakness.

Wei Wuxian really wanted to ask him what these scars were all about. In the Gusu Lan Clan, only Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren were qualified to punish Lan Wangji with the whiplash. What kind of thing did he do to make his closest brother, or the uncle who brought him up with one hand and who has always been proud of him, gave such a ruthless hand.

There was also the Qishan Wen Sect's brand that he had no impression of.

However, when the words came to his mouth, he still kept silent. Lan Wangji himself didn't want to talk about such a big event. If he took advantage of the fire and caused Lan Wangji to reveal a secret that he didn't want to be known to outsiders, wouldn't he be doing a great job?

Getting people drunk took most of the night, grinding and grinding, but Wei Wuxian never achieved his original purpose. It's not that he forgot, he had always been thinking about what he wanted to ask when he gave Lan Wangji a drink, but when it came to speaking, he always found various reasons in his heart to muddle it. I'm not in a hurry, I'll play with him first and ask later, what can't be so casual, I have to sit down and ask more solemnly... But so far, I haven't said anything. To put it bluntly, it was probably because he was timid.

He didn't want to hear an answer that was different from what he expected, so it was as long as he could.

Lan Wangji's arms were originally on the edge of the tub, but at this moment, he suddenly turned around. Only then did Wei WuXian realize that he started wandering around the world while washing. He didn't change places for a while, and washed the snow-white skin on Lan WangJi's back until it turned red, as if he had been beaten. He quickly stopped and said: "Oh, does it hurt?"

Wei Wuxian rubbed his back so hot, Lan Wangji didn't say anything, just shook his head. Seeing him sitting in the tub, quiet and obedient, Wei Wuxian felt pitiful, hooked his fingers, and tried to scratch his chin again.

But when the hand was half stretched, Lan Wangji suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Tonight's Wei Wuxian has already made countless small gestures like this to Lan Wangji, and he has long been accustomed to Lan Wangji's "submissiveness". So at this moment, he was suddenly caught and stopped, and Wei Wuxian didn't react for a while.

Lan Wangji said solemnly, "Stop moving."

On the outline of his handsome face, and even on the eyelashes, there were a few transparent drops of water. His eyes seemed cold, but his eyes were still hot.

Said to let him not move, but it has been so long for him to move.

Probably because the wine brought tonight was really too strong, Wei Wuxian felt that his mind was starting to heat up, coupled with Lan Wangji's face, this kind of spirit, this kind of gaze, this kind of qíng shape, this person, The evil yù that was pressing down in the bottom of heart roared violently again, overshadowing the many concerns in heart.

He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled softly: "If I want to move, what do you think you can do with me like you are now?"

Lan WangJi stared at him stubbornly, sparks seemed to flash in his eyes. He hadn't moved yet, but Wei Wuxian couldn't hold back any longer and went crazy.

As if he was going out of his way, he plunged his other hand into the water, probed into a certain part of Lan Wangji, and took a handful.

Like being bitten by a poisonous snake, Lan Wangji yanked Wei Wuxian into the barrel.

The water splashed, out of control.

This tub is indeed not enough for two people. But if one of them sits on the other's lap and sticks tightly together, it can be squeezed. don't know who started it first, but when Wei Wuxian woke up a little, they had been kissing with their lips and teeth in this posture for a long time.

Wei Wuxian was only awake for a while, and there was a faint voice in his heart saying that it was inappropriate and inappropriate to do such a thing while Lan Wangji was drunk and didn't have the ability to distinguish right from wrong. But the voice was instantly drowned out in the breathless rush of kisses. His two arms were wrapped around the back of Lan Wangji's neck, how could he feel comfortable? The repeated assurances of "I only asked a few words while he was drunk" and "I will do nothing else" were all eaten by him. down. Only ** is left in my head, but now it is clear that both of them are wet.

Suddenly, Wei WuXian groaned, parted his lips, and said, "Lan Zhan! Why are you biting like a dog?"

To his inopportune slight dissatisfaction, Lan Wangji's answer was to bite his chin. Wei Wuxian was most afraid of this. He frowned slightly, and in retaliation, he stretched out a hand, before he touched him once. Another rub on the part.

Lan WangJi's face changed suddenly, Wei WuXian took a few breaths with a smile, and said, "How is it, does it hurt, or are you angry? Get angry! Come and get revenge on me."

His tone was full of fearless excitement. After speaking, he pecked at the corner of Lan Wangji's mouth and took off his soaked shirt.

Lan WangJi's skin was so hot that his whole body was about to catch fire. One hand firmly wrapped around his waist, and the other hand slapped the edge of the wooden barrel.

torn apart. Immediately, the room was borrowed all over the place, and it was horrible to see.

The two of them didn't care about these trivial matters, Lan Wangji almost lifted Wei Wuxian and threw him on the couch. Wei Wuxian only raised his upper body a little, and he was immediately pressed back, his movements were extremely fierce, and he didn't look like the elegant and polite Hanguang-Jun at all. Wei Wuxian's back hurt from being hit, and he screamed twice, while Lan Wangji froze slightly. Wei WuXian immediately stood up, threw him back on the couch, pressed him with all his strength, and whispered in his ear, "I can't tell, you are so fierce on the bed..."

The author has something to say: The chūn festival is busy, so I have to reduce it for the time being. I hope everyone will forgive me, thank you! I will add more words in the past few days. If you think it's too short, it's better to save it first.

This part ends, and the next chapter enters a new part. Then, I have to say in advance, of course it can't be done here... The main text is not progressing so fast... I know that many readers are anxious to wait, so I put a side story yesterday.

Yesterday's episode was posted in what the author of the previous one had to say, but you can only see it with the web version. The mobile phone can also log in to the "web version of Jinjiang"! The address is xet/, and the cao work is similar to that of the computer. It seems that if the mobile phone is a UC browser, you can directly copy the address that the author has said and jump to see it. I don't know when it will be gone, so let's watch and cherish it.

☆、Chapter 98

The author has something to say: I said yesterday that today's gān will not work, so I put the extras first. I said no nüè, no entanglement, no toss! So don't worry, it's just a small misunderstanding, let's talk about it right away!!!

Look at the title of this part! I have already started beating Yaomei, I said that Yaomei was killed by them, do you believe it!!!

The earlobe on his lips was as white as jade, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but take a small bite on it. It was soft and cool. After biting, he took it and sucked it lightly. Lan Wangji's ten fingers on his shoulders suddenly retracted. tight.

The strength in his hand was so great that Wei Wuxian made a hiss when he squeezed it, and turned his head to look at his shoulder, already leaving five bright red fingerprints.

Seeing this, Wei WuXian pushed one of his thighs into the middle of Lan WangJi's legs, feigning a threat, "What's so fierce, be careful of me..."

Lan Wangji quickly reached out to Wei Wuxian's waist, trying to untie his belt. Wei WuXian wanted to tease him, slapped it away, and said with a smile, "HanGuang-Jun, are you in such a hurry?"

I don't know if it was an illusion or not, Lan Wangji's eyes seemed to be covered with bloodshots and faintly reddened. He stretched out his hand again, but Wei Wuxian quickly avoided it and said, "It's not like I can't take it off, I'll do it myself."

After saying that, he untied his belt, and with the exception of his lower body clothes, he pressed down on Lan Wangji naked.

The two of them were both naked, rubbing their skin against their skin, and kissing each other's heads intimately. Wei Wuxian pressed his left hand on the back of Lan Wangji's neck, preventing him from separating even a little, biting and pondering on his lips. Those slightly uneven whip marks were gently caressed with the fingertips for a moment. Lan Wangji didn't give in too much, those long, white hands with clear knuckles swam around Wei Wuxian's body for a few times, then lingered around his waist and hips, pressing hard on the delicate skin near the base of Wei Wuxian's thighs. knead. Wei Wuxian seemed to have turned into a qin, and was played over and over under these hands, but the person who played him did not retain half of the elegance and indifference he used to play the seven-stringed guqin in the past. The sound of the piano, but an unbridled moan of joy.

However, Lan Wangji's hands were too strong, and he liked to pinch sensitive areas. Wei Wuxian could still enjoy it at first, but after a while, it became itchy and painful, numb and numb, and choked for a little while. With a sigh, he removed his red and swollen lips that looked hot, and his chest heaved and said: "Hanguang-jun, you, how come you look like this after you take off your clothes. Where are you screwing, you are really a gentleman in vain."

He pretended to take away Lan Wangji's unscrupulous hand, and Lan Wangji gave a low drink, which sounded very dangerous. Wei Wuxian said again, "Don't be like this, come here, let you screw it, screw it here." As he said that, he led Lan Wangji's hand and sent it under him, laughing in a low voice while muttering. Authentically: "Twist as much as you like, and use more force."

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian felt that he really had a kind of inferiority in this kind of thing.

Lan Wangji buried his head on Wei Wuxian's chest, his warm body covered him, and Wei Wuxian kissed him in his hair.

In addition to the faint sandalwood, there is also a fresh acacia smell just after bathing. Amidst the surging enthusiasm, Wei Wuxian suddenly felt calm in his heart.

He said softly in a faint voice, "Thank you, Lan Zhan."

If he didn't meet Lan Wangji in his life, Wei Wuxian didn't want to imagine what he would be like now.