Chapter 44

A chicken wing fell from Lan Jingyi's mouth. It fell into the bowl, and the sauce splashed all over his chest.

Wei Wuxian's mind was full of one thought: After sobering up, Lan Wangji wouldn't have to meet anyone.

Jin Ling asked in surprise, "...what is he doing?"

Wei WuXian said, "I'll show you a special way of wiping the forehead of the Lan family."

Lan SiZhui said, "What special usage..."

Wei WuXian said, "When you come across a very strange walking corpse and you think you need to take it back for a thorough examination, you can untie the forehead and take it back with it tied like this."

Lan Jingyi shouted, "How can this work? Our family's forehead wipe is..."

Lan SiZhui put the chicken wings back into his mouth and said, "I see. I didn't know there was such a wonderful effect!"

Ignoring the strange eyes of the passers-by, Lan Wangji dragged Wei Wuxian upstairs.

Enter the room, turn around, close the door, latch the door. The last step is to push the table in front of the door, as if to block some enemy outside. Watching Lan Wangji finish his work, Wei Wuxian said, "Are you going to kill people here?"

There is a wooden seat painting screen in the private room, and the interior space is divided into two parts. One part has table seats for discussion, food and drink, and the other part has long couch with curtains for rest. After Lan Wangji dragged him into the screen, he pushed him hard, and Wei Wuxian was pushed down on the couch.

The long couch had a wooden screen back, and Wei Wuxian's head lightly knocked on the screen, meaning, "Ouch", but he thought to himself, "Is this going to force me to sleep together again? Isn't it time for Hai?"

Lan WangJi heard him scream loudly, lifted the hem of his white clothes, sat down on the edge of the couch with grace, and reached out to touch his head. Although his face is expressionless, his movements are very gentle, as if asking: Does it hurt?

As he touched, Wei Wuxian's mouth twitched, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

Hearing that he kept screaming in pain, Lan Wangji's face showed a slight worry, his hands became more gentle, and he patted his shoulder soothingly. Wei Wuxian raised his hands to show him, and said, "Let me go. Hanguang-kun, I tied you so tightly that it's almost bleeding, it hurts to death. Untie the forehead and let me go, okay? ?OK?"

Lan Wangji covered his mouth all of a sudden.

Wei Wuxian said, "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?!"

If you don't want to do things, you pretend that you don't understand, and if you really can't pretend that you don't understand, you just don't let me say it? !

so bad!

Wei Wuxian thought, "If that's the case, don't blame me.

Lan WangJi tightly covered his mouth with one hand, he parted his lips, and the tip of his tongue quickly touched Lan WangJi's palm.

It's just that he touched a little bit, but Lan WangJi suddenly withdrew his hand as if scorched by flames.

Wei Wuxian took a deep breath, and was feeling a bad breath when he saw Lan Wangji turn around, turn his back to him, hug his knees and sit on the wooden couch, licking his palm lightly. His hand was near his heart, and he didn't move at all.

Wei WuXian said, "What are you doing? What are you doing?"

After being tarnished by the Dengtu prodigal son, he had a lifeless posture, and those who didn't know thought he had done something to Lan Wangji.

Seeing that he seemed to be hit hard, Wei WuXian said, "It's very annoying? There's nothing you can do about it. Who taught you to be so domineering and not let me talk. If you come over, I'll wipe it for you."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his two bound hands to touch Lan Wangji's shoulder, but he dodged it. Seeing Lan Wangji hugging his knees, silently nestling in the corner of the bed, the evil desire in Wei Wuxian's chest surged again.

He knelt on the bed, moved towards Lan Wangji, and smiled in the most sinister tone he could express, "Are you afraid?"

Lan WangJi jumped out of bed at once, as if scared, and continued to turn his back to him and keep a distance from him.

This time Wei Wuxian can get up.

He got off the bed slowly, giggling and said, "Yo, what are you hiding? Don't run, my hands are still tied by you, I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? Come, come, come."

He smiled and approached maliciously. Lan WangJi rushed out of the painting screen and encountered the table that he pushed at the door blocking his way. Wei Wuxian went around the painting screen to chase him, and he went around from the other side. The two circled around the screen, chasing for seven or eight laps. Wei Wuxian was chasing excitedly when he suddenly woke up and said, "What am I doing? Playing hide-and-seek? What is it, my brain is caught in the door? Lan Zhan is so drunk, why am I playing with him?"

He found that the person chasing him was standing still, and Lan WangJi didn't move either.

He hid behind the screen, poked out a small half of his snow-white face, and silently peeped at Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian looked at him carefully. This person is still serious and serious, as if the six-year-old child just now and Wei Wuxian were chasing after me around the screen is another person.

Wei WuXian asked, "Do you want to continue?"

Lan Wangji nodded expressionlessly.

Wei Wuxian held back his laughter until he was almost hurt.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha haha, Lan Zhan was drunk and wanted to play with him to hide and seek with him hahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, which

The laughter in his heart was like a stormy sea, and he managed to hold it back, trembling all over his body, thinking: "In a family like the Gusu Lan family, no noise, no fighting, or even rushing, Lan Zhan must have never been so crazy when he was a child. Well, tsk tsk tsk is so pitiful. Anyway, he doesn't remember anything after he wakes up drunk, so it's fine for me to play with him."

He took another two steps towards Lan Wangji, threatening to chase after him. Sure enough, Lan Wangji also escaped. Wei Wuxian acted as if he was teasing a little boy, cooperated diligently, and ran after him for two or three laps, saying, "Run, run, run fast, but don't tell me to catch it. I'll lick you once I catch it. Once, see if you are afraid."

His original intention of saying this was to intimidate, but Lan WangJi suddenly walked over from the other end of the screen and collided with him.

Wei Wuxian was going to arrest him, but he didn't expect him to come to the door by himself. He was speechless for a while, and he forgot to extend his hand. Seeing that he was not moving, Lan Wangji raised his wrists that were tied into a bundle, and wrapped his two arms around his neck, as if he took the initiative to get into an unbreakable trap, and said, "Caught."

Wei Wuxian: "...Huh? Well, I caught it."

As if he was expecting something, but he didn't wait for a long while, Lan Wangji repeated these three words again, this time with a heavy word, as if he was urging a little anxiously: "Catch it."

Wei WuXian said, "Yeah, caught it."

caught, then what?

What was he talking about - what was it when you grabbed it once?

……No way.

Wei WuXian said, "It doesn't count this time, this time it was you who came here..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Lan Wangji's face sinking, his face covered in frost, and he looked extremely unhappy.

Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "No way, after Lan Zhan is drunk, he not only likes to play hide and seek, but also likes to be licked?"

He was about to take his arm off Lan Wangji's neck, but Lan Wangji raised his hand and pressed it down, pressing him so hard that he wouldn't let him take it off. Seeing his hand, Wei WuXian put his hand on his own, thought for a moment, then leaned over, tentatively brought his cheek closer, his lips brushed the back of Lan WangJi's hand like a kiss, and the tip of his tongue On the cool jade-like skin, he swiped lightly.

Very lightly.

Lan WangJi withdrew his hand like lightning, took Wei WuXian's arms away, and jumped to the side with his back to him, holding his licked hand, silently bowing his head to the wall without speaking.

Wei Wuxian pondered, "Is he afraid or like it? Or is he afraid and like it?"

Just thinking about it, Lan WangJi turned around and said calmly, "Come again."

Wei Wuxian: "Come again? What?"

Lan WangJi hid behind the screen again and looked at him with a small face.

The meaning could not be more obvious: come again, you chase, I run.

After a moment of silence, Wei Wuxian "come again" as he said. This time, he only chased two steps before Lan Wangji bumped into him again.

Wei WuXian said, "You really did it on purpose."

Lan Wangji wrapped his arms around his neck again, as if he could not understand this sentence, waiting for him to fulfill his promise again.

Wei WuXian thought: "I just let Lan Zhan have such fun alone? How can I do it? Anyway, what I do to him now, he won't remember when he wakes up, I played a big game with him. "

He surrounded Lan Wangji, and the two sat on the wooden couch together. Wei WuXian said, "You like this, don't you? Don't turn your head and say, do you like it or not? If you like this, you don't have to chase after it for a while. I'll make you happy once."

As he said that, he pulled up Lan Wangji's hand, lowered his head, and kissed between his fair and slender fingers.

Lan Wangji was about to withdraw his hand again, but Wei Wuxian held him tightly, preventing him from taking it back.

Then, Wei Wuxian's lips pressed against his clear knuckles, and his light, feather-like breathing swam up the fingers and swam to the back of his hand. Here, another kiss.

No matter how much Lan Wangji drew, he couldn't pull his hand back, and all of a sudden he folded his five fingers into a fist.

Wei Wuxian pulled up his sleeve a little, revealing his snow-white wrist, and kissed it too.

After the kiss, he didn't look up, just raised his eyes and said, "Is it enough?"

Lan Wangji closed his mouth tightly and did not speak. Wei WuXian then sat up leisurely and said, "Tell me, did you burn paper money for me?"

Do not answer. Wei WuXian giggled, put it on, kissed his heart through his clothes, and said, "If you don't speak, I won't give it to you. Say, how did you recognize me?"

Lan Wangji closed his eyes, his lips trembled, as if he was about to confess.

But, at this moment, Wei Wuxian stared at his soft, faint red lips, and kissed them like a ghost.

After the kiss, he licked it in a daze.

Both of them suddenly opened their eyes.

After a long while, Lan WangJi suddenly raised his hand. Wei Wuxian woke up suddenly, and he was in a cold sweat, thinking that he was going to slap his heart and lungs on the spot, and hurriedly rolled off the bed. When he turned around, he saw Lan Wangji slapped his forehead with his palm, knocking him out and lying on the wooden couch.

In the private room, Lan Wangji collapsed on the couch, and Wei Wuxian sat on the ground. A gust of cold wind blew in from the open window, blowing chills on Wei Wuxian's back and making him a little awake.

He got up from the ground, pushed the table back into place, and sat down beside it.

After being stunned for a while, he lowered his head and bit hard on the knot on his wrist and forehead for a while, and finally bit off the seven or eight knots that were stacked in a string.

After his hands were released, in order to suppress the shock, he naturally poured a glass of wine. The wine glass was brought to his mouth, and he drank for a long time without drinking a drop. Looking down, there was no wine in the glass at all. He drank the wine in one gulp long ago, but he didn't even notice it when he poured it, and nothing was poured out of it.

Wei Wuxian put the empty glass on the table and thought, "What else to drink. I've had enough to drink today."

At this time, he turned his head, just missed the screen, and saw Lan Wangji lying quietly on the couch from the side, and said to himself: "...I really drank too much today, it's too much. Lan Zhan is such a serious person. A good man, even if he is drunk, even if he wakes up and probably doesn't remember anything, he shouldn't play tricks on him like this... It's so disrespectful to him."

But when he thought of how he had acted "nonsense" just now, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his lips lightly.

He took the forehead wipe and stroked it for a while before smoothing it out. He walked to the edge of the couch and put it beside the pillow. , the posture is also put into the standard Lan's sleeping position.

After finishing, Wei Wuxian leaned on the wooden couch and sat on the ground. After thinking about it for a while, they were in a mess, but there was only one thought, which was very clear:

From now on, don't let Lan Zhan drink. If everyone he saw looked like this, it would be really bad.