It was already long past nine, yet Wei WuXian still hadn't returned yet. The paper lamp on the desk was still lit. Lan WangJi stared at its blurry aura, his eyes unblinking. A moment later, he stood up, walked to the entrance of the Jingshi, and opened the wooden door.
Having stayed still for a second, he seemed as if he was finally going to step outside when an odd thump suddenly came from behind him.
Lan WangJi spun around only to see that the window had some time ago opened without him noticing, its flaps still swaying amidst the night wind. A large bulge rose from within the thin blanket on the bed. It seemed as if something had broken in through the window, rolled inside, and was currently curled up within, shifting and shuffling.
After a moment of silence, Lan WangJi shut the door gently. He went back inside the room, on his way blowing the lamp out, closed the window, and got onto the bed. He lay beside the considerable bulge. Quietly pulling over the other blanket, he shut his eyes.
Soon, something big and cold suddenly snuck inside his sheets. The thing snuggled onto his body, right against his chest, and giddily exclaimed, "Lan Zhan, I'm back! You should welcome me."
Lan WangJi wrapped his arms around the other, "Why are you so cold?"
Wei WuXian, "I was outside in the wind for more than half the day! Let me borrow your heat."
So that was why he was covered in grass and dust. He must have again taken the juniors of the Cloud Recesses to disturb the beasts and monsters of remote mountains.
Wei WuXian rolled around his bed and his sheets in such filthy clothes, yet Lan WangJi didn't seem bothered at all, despite his usual preference for cleanliness. He tightened his arms slightly, hugging Wei WuXian even closer.
After a while of warming the other with his body, Lan WangJi spoke, "Take your shoes off at least."
Wei WuXian replied, "Sure." And he kicked off his boots against each of his legs before sneaking into the blanket again to freeze Lan WangJi.
Lan WangJi spoke, his voice thin, "Do not mess around."
Wei WuXian, "I'm in your bed already, and you're telling me not to mess around?"
Lan WangJi, "Uncle has returned."
Lan QiRen's residence was not far away from Lan WangJi's Jingshi. He never liked Wei WuXian in the first place. If they happened to elicit some inappropriate sounds, the very next day he would probably stomp his feet angrily, throwing another fit at Wei WuXian.
Yet Wei WuXian shoved his knee between Lan WangJi's legs, rubbing it against him with both arousal and mischief to straightforwardly express his attitude using action.
After a moment of silence, Lan WangJi flipped him around with force and pushed Wei WuXian down under him.
The motion was so wide and force so strong that the two made a loud knock against the wooden bed.
"Slow down, slow down, slow down… Slow… down!"
Lan WangJi pinned Wei WuXian on the bed, entering with irresistible vigor as he thrust inside, all the way until his abdomen was tight against Wei WuXian's naked buttocks. Only when he couldn't dive any deeper did he stop.
Wei WuXian drew in a few breaths, shaking his head. Feeling a bit scared to move, he rolled his eyes and wriggled in discomfort, wanting to move it out a bit, yet Lan WangJi noticed what he was trying to do and clenched his waist to plunge back in again.
Wei WuXian responded with an "ah", exclaiming, "HanGuang-Jun!"
Lan WangJi spoke after a while of endurance, "You asked for it." With a pause, he began to thrust.
Wei WuXian was firmly restrained underneath Lan WangJi with his legs curled up, hair dishevelled and cheeks red. With every movement, his body would bob upward. Each time Lan WangJi drove inside, Wei WuXian would let out a moan with much obedience. After a while of toil, Lan WangJi finally couldn't let him continue like this any longer. He forced back the heavy breaths that were about to escape his chest, keeping his voice low, "Be… Be quieter."
Wei WuXian reached out and touched his face. He found it quite strange—Lan Zhan's thin face was clearly so warm to the touch, yet it didn't show the slightest hint of red, still so snowy and handsome that he almost couldn't control his racing heart. It was only the earlobes that were tinted with a light pink. He breathed, "Er-Gege, you don't want to hear me moan?"
Lan WangJi, "…"
Seeing how he looked, too ashamed to speak the truth yet too upright to lie, Wei WuXian could feel his entire body fill with unspeakable pleasure, so much that he could swallow Lan WangJi whole right then. He continued, "Scared my moans would be heard by someone? Easy—just silence me."
Lan WangJi's chest heaved up and down, his eyes slightly bloodshot. Wei WuXian urged, "Come on! Silence me and fuck me however you want to. I won't be able to make a sound even if you fuck me to death…"
Before he finished, Lan WangJi bent down and covered his lips.
After his mouth was muffled, all four of Wei WuXian's limbs slithered up. The two rolled around on the bed in a tight embrace. The blankets had long since been thrown onto the ground. In bed, Lan WangJi never usually changed positions frequently. After having endured it for almost an hour, Wei WuXian was already numb all the way from his back to his legs, suspicious that he might be fucked like this for the entire night. Seeing Lan WangJi's fervor that showed no sign of stopping, he felt that it might really happen. And thus, Wei WuXian took the initiative to flip around and sit atop Lan WangJi's body. He wrapped his arms around Lan WangJi's neck, riding as he bit Lan WangJi's earlobe, "Is it deep?"
The low whisper was warm and wet. Lan WangJi reached out and pressed his shoulder down hard.
It was a deep plunge indeed. Wei WuXian exclaimed. Hugging him back, Lan WangJi rubbed the back of his waist, "Is it deep?"
Wei WuXian still hadn't returned from the surprise. His lips quivered for a bit. Before he could answer, he suddenly cried again, face wrinkled, "Ah! Wait! N-N-Nine shallow's and a deep*!"
*TN: The phrase 'nine shallow's and a deep' refers to a technique in bed that I assume is quite easy to understand. The phrase itself is very commonly known in China, nowadays more often used as a gag/joke than being taken as serious sex advice.
In vain, he covered his abdomen with one hand as he dug the other into the firm yet not too bulky muscles of Lan WangJi's shoulder. He shouted with the force of everything he had, "Lan Zhan! Don't you understand what nine shallow's and a deep is?! You, don't, have, to, always, be, so, so…"
The last sentence was broken into fragments from the thrust. Lan WangJi, "I do not!"
Although at first he cried and wailed, saying anything possible to beg for mercy, yet in the second half of the night, after two rounds had finished, Wei WuXian still had his legs locked firmly around Lan WangJi's waist, refusing to let him go.
Lan WangJi's body covered Wei WuXian's, careful not to let the weight of his body fall onto Wei WuXian. Where the two connected was still wet and slippery. Lan WangJi seemed as if he was going to rise, yet with just a slight movement, Wei WuXian drew his legs back in, and the small segment that had just parted was stuffed smoothly back inside.
Wei WuXian spoke lazily, "Don't move. The wind's gonna come in. Let's rest for a bit."
Lan WangJi listened and stopped moving. A while later, he turned to Wei WuXian, "Do you not feel uncomfortable?"
Wei WuXian made an unfortunate face, "I do. I feel like I'm filled to the brim. Couldn't you hear how miserable my moans were?"
"…" Lan WangJi, "I will come out."
Wei WuXian immediately switched to another expression, his words frank, "I just love it when I'm filled by you like this. It's quite great, really."
As he spoke, he tightened suddenly. Lan WangJi's face changed—even his breaths paused for a moment. After holding it back for a long while, he finally replied in a hoarse voice, "… Shameless!"
Seeing how he was almost driven mad, Wei WuXian laughed loudly and planted a kiss on his lips, "Er-Gege, what haven't we done so far? What's the use of shame now?"
Lan WangJi couldn't help but shake his head. He spoke in a low voice, "Let me out. You need to bathe."
Wei WuXian was already a bit tired. He responded through the haze, "Not gonna bathe. I'll do it tomorrow. I'm so tired today."
Lan WangJi kissed his forehead, "Bathe, or you might fall ill."
Wei WuXian was so tired that he couldn't restrain Lan WangJi any longer. Finally, he let his soft limbs fall. Lan WangJi got off the bed and first picked up the blankets that had been thrown onto the ground, covering Wei WuXian's naked body tightly. Then, he hung the disordered clothes tossed all about the room onto the screen. He put on his clothes, quickly making sure that everything was neat, and went out to bring water for the bath.
Fifteen minutes later, Wei WuXian who had almost fallen asleep was picked up and put into the wooden tub. The tub was placed right beside Lan WangJi's desk. After having soaked for a while, Wei WuXian felt energized again, patting the edge of the tub, "Not gonna join me, HanGuang-Jun?"
Lan WangJi, "Later."
Wei WuXian, "Why later? Come in now!"
Lan WangJi glanced at him, as if thinking about something. A moment later, he spoke, "We have been back for four days, and four of the Jingshi's bathtubs have fallen apart."
That glance made Wei WuXian feel like he had to protest for himself, "It wasn't my fault the one from last time broke."
Lan WangJi put the box holding the soap somewhere Wei WuXian was able to reach, his voice calm, "It was mine."
Wei WuXian splattered a handful of water onto his neck, making the string of red kiss marks even brighter, "Yeah. The one from that time before wasn't my fault either. Actually, let's be honest here—you broke them every single time. You haven't gotten over this habit ever since our first time."
Lan WangJi got up. When he returned, he rested a jar of Emperor's Smile by Wei WuXian's hand before sitting down at the desk, "Yes."
If Wei WuXian extended his arm just a bit longer, he'd be able to scratch Lan WangJi's chin. And indeed, that was what he did. Lan WangJi took up a few pieces of paper, all covered in words, and began to read them as he wrote down lines that resembled simple comments. Immersed in water, Wei WuXian opened the jar and took a gulp before asking, "What are you looking at?"
Lan WangJi, "Night-hunt notes."
Wei WuXian, "By the children? You're not the one responsible for making notes, are you? I thought it was supposed to be your uncle."
Lan WangJi, "When Uncle is busy, I occasionally mark them."
Perhaps because Lan QiRen was busy with other, more important jobs, this task had temporarily be delegated to Lan WangJi. Wei WuXian grabbed a few pages and flipped through, "Back then, your uncle would comment hundreds of characters after just a couple of lines before doing summaries at the end that were almost a thousand characters long. I don't even know where he got the time to write those comments. Well, your comments are quite short, aren't they?"
Lan WangJi, "And is that not good?"
Wei WuXian, "It is! Short and sweet."
It definitely wasn't out of cutting corners that Lan WangJi's comments were short. He wouldn't slack off in the slightest way, no matter how simple the task was. Rather, it was his habit to be as concise as possible, no matter in words or writing. Wei WuXian buried his head in the water and didn't come up again after a long while, his hair wet. With one hand, he grabbed the soap and rubbed it on his hair, while with the other, he took one of the notes from atop the desk. After a look, he suddenly burst out laughing, "Who wrote this? There are so many mistakes—hahahahahahahaha, I just knew it was JingYi. You gave him a Yi*."
*TN: Refresher: Jia is A, Yi is B, Bing is C, and Ding is You Don't Deserve To Be A Cultivator.
Lan WangJi, "Yes."
Wei WuXian, "There are so many notes and he's the only Yi I've seen. Poor kid."
Lan WangJi, "His are verbose and prone to errors."
Wei WuXian, "What happens when you get a Yi?"
Lan WangJi, "Nothing. Rewrite."
Wei WuXian, "He should be thankful. It's better than punishment by standing upside-down, after all."
Quietly, Lan WangJi collected the papers that he messed with and put them straight before laying them in a neat stack at the side. Watching his movements, Wei WuXian felt his lips naturally curl into a smile. He asked again, "What did you give SiZhui?"
Lan WangJi pulled out two of the notes and passed them to him, "Jia."
Wei WuXian accepted it and scanned, "His handwriting is quite neat."
Lan WangJi, "His are logically organized and substantially apropos."
Having flipped through the stack in his hands, he looked across at the one on the desk that hadn't been marked yet, "You have to look through all of these? Want me to help you with a few?"
Lan WangJi, "Yes."
Wei WuXian, "I'll just mark any mistakes I see and comment on them, right?"
He reached out and grabbed the larger half. Lan WangJi was about to take it back when Wei WuXian retracted his hand, "What are you doing?"
Lan WangJi, "Those are too much. You should bathe."
Wei WuXian grabbed the Emperor's Smile again and took a sip, taking up a brush pen, "I'm bathing. It's not like I have anything else to do. It's quite fun reading these notes and essays written by the children."
Lan WangJi, "You have to rest after you bathe."
Wei WuXian flaunted, "You think I look like I could fall asleep now? I think I'd have no problem with two more rounds, even."
As he watched Wei WuXian cling to the edge of the tub, reading the notes carefully and at times propping an elbow on the desk to write, the candlelight reflected against Lan WangJi's eyes seemed to flicker with warmth.
Although his words were rather bold, claiming he could go two more rounds and such, it was difficult for him to not feel the fatigue, having run amok in the mountains with the boys for the whole day, messed around in bed for half the night, and marked a stack of notes. After he forced himself to meticulously mark his portion, he tossed it onto the desk before sliding into the water. Quickly yet gently, Lan WangJi picked him up, wiped him dry, and transferred him onto the bed.
After Lan WangJi took a quick bath and got in bed as well, hugging Wei WuXian in his arms, Wei WuXian continued to be awake for a short while, hazily whispering by his collarbone, "The kids in your sect are quite good at writing essays. They're just missing that tiny bit when it comes to night-hunting."
Lan WangJi, "Mn."
Wei WuXian, "But that's no problem… I'll make them cram hard while I'm at the Cloud Recesses. Tomorrow… I'll take them to wreck the mountain demon nests again."
The single-legged mountain demon was powerful and covered in black fur. It ate people like munching on vegetables. If it were someone else, from the way he said it, they would've thought he was taking a group of runny-nosed toddlers to the rooftop to steal bird eggs.
The corners of Lan WangJi's lips moved slightly, as if he was about to smile, "Today was mountain demons again?"
Wei WuXian, "Yeah. That's why I said they've got more work to do. After all, mountain demons only have one leg. They almost couldn't escape from single-legged ones, so if later on they meet four-legged lizards, eight-legged spiders, or hundred-legged centipedes, wouldn't they have to wait for their deaths… Oh, right. HanGuang-Jun, I'm out of money. Give me a bit more, won't you?"
Lan WangJi, "Simply take the jade token to withdraw the money."
Wei WuXian let out a muffled laugh, "Apart from letting me in and out of the barrier, that jade token you gave me… can also let me draw money?"
"Yes." Lan WangJi, "Did you ruin the stall or residence of a passersby?"
Wei WuXian, "No… Of course not… I spent all the money because after the night-hunt, I took them to that Hunan cuisine at Caiyi Town… The exact one you never agreed to go no matter how much I tried to persuade you… I'm so tired… Stop talking to me, Lan Zhan…"
Lan WangJi, "Yes."
Wei WuXian, "… I told you to stop talking… Even if you say just one word, I won't be able to hold myself from responding… Okay, Lan Zhan, let's sleep. I… can't anymore… I really have to sleep… See you tomorrow, Lan Zhan…"
He kissed Lan Zhan's neck, and indeed soon fell heavily asleep.
It was all darkness and silence amidst the Jingshi.
A moment later, Lan WangJi planted a gentle kiss in the center of Wei WuXian's forehead.
He whispered, "Wei Ying, see you tomorrow."

As the grandmaster who founded the Demonic Sect, Wei WuXian roamed the world in his wanton ways, hated by millions for the chaos he created. In the end, he was backstabbed by his dearest shidi and killed by powerful clans that combined to overpower him. He incarnates into the body of a lunatic who was abandoned by his clan and is later, unwillingly, taken away by a famous cultivator among the clans—Lan WangJi, his archenemy. This marks the start of a thrilling yet hilarious journey of attacking monsters, solving mysteries, and raising children.

 From the mutual flirtation along the way, Wei WuXian slowly realizes that Lan WangJi, a seemingly haughty and indifferent poker-face, holds more feelings for Wei WuXian than he is letting on.

As the grandmaster who founded the Demonic Sect, Wei Wuxian roamed the world in his wanton ways, hated by millions for the chaos he created. In the end, he was backstabbed by his dearest Shidi, and killed by powerful clans that combined to overpower him. He incarnates into the body of a lunatic who was abandoned by his clan and is later, unwillingly, taken away by a famous cultivator among the clans—Lan Wangji, his archenemy. 
The time changes to 18 years in the past. Wei Wuxian is introduced as an innocent, talented Young master. This marks the start of a thrilling yet hilarious journey of attacking monsters, solving mysteries, and raising children. From the mutual flirtation along the way, Wei Wuxian slowly realizes that Lan Wangji, a seemingly haughty and indifferent poker-face, holds more feelings for Wei Wuxian than he is letting on. 
But they will soon face tragedy and war. They will be forced to make choices with disastrous consequences, and Wei Wuxian starts experimenting with the forbidden, dangerous Demonic cultivation path.

As the grandmaster who founded the Demonic Sect, Wei WuXian roamed the world in his wanton ways, hated by millions for the chaos he created. In the end, he was backstabbed by his dearest shidi and killed by powerful clans that combined to overpower him. He incarnates into the body of a lunatic who was abandoned by his clan and is later, unwillingly, taken away by a famous cultivator among the clans—Lan WangJi, his archenemy. This marks the start of a thrilling yet hilarious journey of attacking monsters, solving mysteries, and raising children. From the mutual flirtation along the way, Wei WuXian slowly realizes that Lan WangJi, a seemingly haughty and indifferent poker-face, holds more feelings for Wei WuXian than he is letting on.

The chicken wing that Lan JingYi was holding in his mouth plopped into his bowl, splattering the sauce onto the front of his clothes.

One single thought filled Wei WuXian's mind—after Lan WangJi sobered up, he wouldn't ever have the face to look at others again.

Jin Ling was bewildered, "… What's he doing?"

Wei WuXian, "Showing you guys a special way to use the Lan Sect's forehead ribbon."

Lan SiZhui, "What special way…"

Wei WuXian, "When you find a really strange corpse and you feel that you should take it back to examine it properly, you can take off your forehead ribbon and bring it back like this."

Lan JingYi blurted, "But you cannot do that! Our sect's forehead ribbon is…"

Lan SiZhui stuffed the chicken wing back into his mouth, "Oh, I see! I did not know that it can be used in such a way!"

Ignoring the strange looks that other people gave them, Lan WangJi dragged Wei WuXian up the stairs.

He entered the room, turned around, closed the doors, latched them, and finally pushed the table over as though he wanted to block out an imaginary enemy. Watching Lan WangJi hurry around, Wei WuXian asked, "Are you gonna kill me here?"

Within the private room, there was a wooden screen, which separated the space inside the room into two halves. One half had a table and a few chairs for eating and chatting, while the other had a long bed and curtains for resting. After Lan WangJi dragged him to the other side of the screen, he forcefully pushed Wei WuXian onto the bed.

Wei WuXian's head knocked lightly against the wooden backing that was joined to the bed. He gave an offhand "ow" in exclamation as he thought, Is he gonna make me sleep again? It's not nine yet, is it?

Hearing the exclamation, Lan WangJi lifted the hems of his white robes and sat down elegantly on the bed, reaching out to feel Wei WuXian's head. Although he was expressionless, his movements were extremely gentle, as though he was asking "did it hurt?"

As his hand felt around, Wei WuXian's lips twitched, "It hurts! It hurts sooo much!"

From the cries of pain, a slight worrying expression finally formed over Lan WangJi's face. His hands were even gentler as he patted Wei WuXian's shoulder as though to comfort him. Wei WuXian raised his wrists for him to see, "Why don't you let me go? HanGuang-Jun, it's so tight that my hands are almost bleeding. It hurts so much! Take off the ribbon and let me go, okay? Okay?"

Lan WangJi covered his mouth at once.

Wei WuXian, "Mn mnn mnnffff mnn mn mnfffnnnnn mnn mnnnnn mnn mnnn nfff mn nn, mnn nn mnn mnnfff mnnn mnnfff nnnff mnnn mnnff mnn nnf mn mnn mnff?!"

So you pretend not to understand the things that you don't want to do, and if you really can't pretend you're just gonna not let me say them?!

How rude!

Wei WuXian thought to himself, Now that things are like this, don't blame anything on me.

Lan WangJi was tightly covering Wei WuXian's mouth with one hand. Under it, Wei WuXian parted his lips and quickly brushed the tip of his tongue over Lan WangJi's palm.

It was only the dip of a dragonfly, yet Lan WangJi looked as if his palm had been singed by a flame. He instantly took his hand away.

Wei WuXian took in a deep breath. Just as he felt that he one-upped Lan WangJi again, he saw him turn around. Sitting on the bed, Lan WangJi hugged his knees and clutched the hand that Wei WuXian had just licked to his chest, not moving at all.

Wei WuXian, "What's this? What are you doing?"

He appeared as though he'd given up on life, having been tainted by a pervert and such. People who walked upon the scene might actually think that Wei WuXian did something to him.

Wei WuXian commented on his defeated look, "You didn't like it? Well, it's not my fault if you didn't like it. You're the one who was being so pushy and didn't even let me speak. Why don't you come here, and I'll wipe it for you?"

He reached toward Lan WangJi's shoulder with his bound hands, but Lan WangJi avoided him. Seeing how quietly he nestled at the corner of the bed, Wei WuXian felt the familiar urge of mischief again.

Kneeling on the bed, he moved toward Lan WangJi and smiled through the most devilish tone that he could manage, "You scared?"

Lan WangJi jumped off the bed at once. As though he really was scared, he continued to stand with his back to him and maintained the distance between them.

Wei WuXian was finally starting to enjoy himself.

He grinned as he calmly left the bed, "Hey, what are you hiding for? My hands are still tied, and I'm not even scared, so why would you be scared? Come, come. Come here."

He approached Lan WangJi, harboring no good intentions at all. Lan WangJi passed the wooden screen only to run into the table that he himself blocked the doors with. Wei WuXian walked past the screen, chasing after him, while he went the other way around. The two circled the screen for quite a number of times, and Wei WuXian was just starting to feel the fun of it as he suddenly realized, What am I doing? Playing hide-and-seek? What is this? Am I out of my mind? Lan Zhan is drunk, but why am I also playing with him?

Noticing that the person chasing him had stopped, Lan WangJi stopped as well.

Hiding behind the screen, he showed only half of his fair-skinned face, peeking silently at the direction of Wei WuXian.

Wei WuXian watched him carefully. He still looked so prim and proper, as though the six-year-old who chased Wei WuXian around the screen was somebody else.

Wei WuXian, "Do you want to continue?"

Expressionless, Lan WangJi nodded.

Wei WuXian struggled to hold back his laughter.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha oh gosh Lan Zhan wanted to play hide-and-seek with him now that he was drunk hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

The laughter that he tried to suppress was even greater than tidal waves. Finally having managed to hold it back, Wei WuXian's entire body was shivering, A sect like the GusuLan Sect prohibits noise, fooling around, and even walking quickly. Lan Zhan definitely never had so much fun when he was young. Tsk tsk tsk, poor him. He won't remember a single thing after he sobers up anyways. I might as well keep on playing with him.

He ran a few more steps toward Lan WangJi, pretending that he was going to chase him. As he had expected, Lan WangJi started to go in the opposite direction. As though he was playing with a toddler, Wei WuXian cooperated as best as he could, chasing him around the screen a few more times, "Run, run. Go faster. I'm gonna catch you! If I catch you, I'm going to lick you again. Scared, much?"

He originally intended it to be a threat. However, Lan WangJi suddenly walked toward him from the other side of the screen, and the two bumped into each other.

Wei WuXian was planning to catch him, not at all expecting that he'd walk right into his arms. Speechlessly startled, he even forgot to reach out. Seeing that Wei WuXian didn't do anything, Lan WangJi lifted his tied-up hands and brought them over his neck as if he voluntarily slipped into an unbreakable trap, "You caught me."

Wei WuXian, "… Huh? Yes, I caught you."

As though he was waiting for something to happen but it never did, Lan WangJi repeated the three words again. This time, he enunciated each word with heavy emphasis and sounded anxiously eager, "You caught me."

Wei WuXian, "Yeah. I caught you."

He caught him. What else?

What did he say? What was he going to do after catching him?

… No.

Wei WuXian, "This time doesn't count. You walked over yourself."

Before he even finished his words, Lan WangJi's expression had darkened. He looked extremely unhappy.

Wei WuXian, This can't be. After Lan Zhan is drunk, he not only likes to play hide-and-seek, but also likes to be licked?

He wanted to take his arms away from Lan WangJi's neck, but Lan WangJi reached for them before he did. He held them securely at Wei WuXian's neck, not letting him take them away. Seeing how one of Lan WangJi's hands just happened to be pressing onto his arm, Wei WuXian thought for a moment, then shifted over, moving his face closer and closer. His lips swept across the back of Lan WangJi's hand as though it was a halfway kiss. The tip of his tongue skimmed lightly over the jade-like skin.

Lightly. Very lightly.

Lan WangJi flinched and removed his hand as fast as he could. He took away Wei WuXian's arms, turned his back to him again, and darted to the side. Again clutching the hand that had been licked, he faced the wall silently.

Wei WuXian pondered, Does he like it, or is he scared of it? Or is it both at the same time?

As he was pondering, Lan WangJi turned around, his face as calm as always, "Again."

Wei WuXian, "Again? Again what?"

Lan WangJi hid behind the wooden screen once more and peeked at him with only half of his face showing.

His intentions were as clear as could be—again, you chase, I run.

Speechless for a moment, Wei WuXian obeyed and did it again. This time, having only been chased for a short while, Lan WangJi ran into him again.

Wei WuXian, "You really are doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

Again, Lan WangJi brought Wei WuXian's arms around his neck as though he couldn't understand what his words meant, waiting for him to fulfil his promise again.

Wei WuXian, Am I just going to let Lan Zhan have fun all by himself? Of course not. He wouldn't remember anything that I do to him now, anyways. Let me play something better with him.

With his arms around Lan WangJi, Wei WuXian returned to the bed with him, then asked, "You like this, don't you? Don't turn around. Speak. Do you like it or not? If you like it, we don't have to run around every single time. How about I let you have as much fun as you want?"

As he spoke, he held up one of Lan WangJi's hands, bent down, and kissed between two of his slender fingers.

Lan WangJi wanted to take his hand away again, but Wei WuXian held it tightly, not allowing him to do so.

And then, Wei WuXian's lips pressed onto his distinct knuckles. Softer than the touch of feather, his breaths wandered to the back of his hand, and he kissed again.

Lan WangJi couldn't pull his hand back no matter how hard he tried. He could only clench his fingers together into a tight fist.

Wei WuXian lifted up his sleeves, revealing the pale-skinned wrist, then kissed it as well.

After he kissed, he didn't raise his head. He only turned his eyes to Lan WangJi, "Is that enough?"

Lan WangJi pursed his lips, refusing to speak a single word. Wei WuXian finally sat up straight again and continued, his voice unhurried, "Tell me. Have you burnt any paper money for me?"

There was no answer. Wei WuXian laughed out loud and inched toward him. Over the clothing, he kissed where his heart was, "If you don't talk, I'm not gonna give you any more. Tell me. How did you know it was me?"

Lan WangJi closed his eyes. His lips quivered, as though he was on the verge of confessing.

Suddenly, however, as Wei WuXian stared at those soft, pale-red lips, he didn't know what had taken over him, but he suddenly went and kissed them.

After the kiss, he even licked them, as though a kiss wasn't enough.

Both of them widened their eyes.

A moment later, Lan WangJi raised his hand. At once, Wei WuXian was startled into realization. He immediately broke into a cold sweat, fearing that Lan WangJi would smack him dead on the spot, and quickly scrambled off the bed. Turning around, he saw Lan WangJi smack his own forehead. He now lay unconscious, collapsed on the bed.

Inside of the private room, Lan WangJi lay on the bed as Wei WuXian sat on the ground. A cold gust of wind rushed inside through the opened windows, sending chills down Wei WuXian's back. His head finally felt clearer.

He stood up from the ground, pushed the table to where it used to be, then sat down beside it.

After spacing out for a while, he used his teeth to bite at the knots on the forehead ribbon. With effort, he finally managed to open the stack of lumps.

Now that his hands had been loosened, to get over the shock, he went to pour himself a cup of liquor. He held the cup to his lips for a few moments, but not a single drop entered his mouth. Looking down, he finally saw that there wasn't any liquor in the cup at all. He had already downed the entire pot. Even when he was pouring, he failed to notice that nothing was being poured out.

Wei WuXian put the empty cup back onto the table, No more alcohol for me. I've really had enough.

As he turned around, past the wooden screen, he could see Lan WangJi, who lay quietly on the bed. He thought to himself, … I really had too much to drink today. Lan Zhan is such a serious person. Even though he was drunk, even though he wouldn't remember anything when he sobers up, I still shouldn't have done something so outrageous… It's too disrespectful to him.

Remembering what an "outrageous" thing did he just do to Lan WangJi, Wei WuXian couldn't help but touched his lips.

He only managed to flatten the forehead ribbon again after a while of work. Walking to the bed, he put it beside the pillow, and succeeded in holding himself back from even looking at Lan WangJi. He squatted down and took off Lan WangJi's boots, then placed him in the official sleeping position of the Lan Sect.

After everything had been done, leaning against the bed, Wei WuXian took a seat on the ground again. His mind was in a jumbled state of confusion, but one thought stood out from the rest—

In the future, it was best to not make Lan Zhan drink anymore. If he treated everyone like this when he became drunk, then the situation really wouldn't be well.

Through an unfortunate series of tragedies, Wei Wuxian experiments with Demonic arts during his teachings. His rise in power is accompanied by chaos and destruction, but his reign of terror comes to an abrupt end when the cultivation clans overpower him and he is killed by his closest ally (Lan Wangji).

Thirteen years later, Wei Wuxian is reincarnated in the body of a lunatic and reunited with Lan Wangji, a former classmate. This marks the beginning of a supernatural mystery that plagues the clans and threatens to disrupt their everyday life.

The GrandMaster of Demonic Cultivation follows these two men on their mission to unravel the mysteries of the spiritual world. Fighting demons, ghosts, and even other cultivators, the two end up forming a bond that neither of them had ever expected.

Fanfiction Mo Dao Zu Shi

Summary :  Setelah pengepungan yang dilakukan keempat sekte besar tersebut Wei Wuxian mendapatkan luka yang sangat serius dan menghilang secara misterius. banyak yang beranggapan bahwa dirinya sudah mati dan tidak sedikit pula yang mengatakan bahwa dia masih hidup dan bersembunyi di suatu tempat.

"akuu.... ingin melupakan semuanya"

itu adalah kalimat terakhir yang diucapkannya sebelum Wei Wuxian menghilang.

DISCLAIMER : Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Novel/Manhua/Donghua : Mo Dao Zu Shi (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation)

Pair : -Lan Wangji x Wei Wuxian
           -Jiang Cheng x Wei Wuxian
           -Lan Xichen x  Wei Wuxian

After he summoned Wen Ning, Wei WuXian's state of mind was somewhat confused, so it was 
hard for him to be continuously alert. And, if Lan WangJi didn't want someone to notice his 
arrival, he could do it without any difficulty. Thus, as he turned around and saw the even colder 
face under the moonlight, his heart almost skipped a beat.
He didn't know how long Lan WangJi had been here for or if he had seen and heard what he was 
doing. If Lan WangJi had never been drunk in the beginning and followed him all the way here, 
the situation would be even more awkward, especially with him not saying anything to Lan 
WangJi's face and sneaking out to summon Wen Ning after Lan WangJi fell asleep. Lan WangJi crossed his arms in front of him and held Bichen in them. His expression was 
particularly stiff. Wei WuXian had never seen him with such an obviously displeased expression 
on his face before. He felt that he needed to speak first and explain the situation, ease the 
atmosphere, "Ahem, HanGuang-Jun."
Lan WangJi did not reply.
Standing in front of Wen Ning, Wei WuXian stared across at Lan WangJi. He touched his chin 
and, for some reason, felt exceptionally guilty.
Lan WangJi finally let down the hands that held Bichen and walked a few steps forward. Seeing 
that he went toward Wen Ning with a sword in his hand, Wei WuXian thought that he was going 
to kill Wen Ning, Oh no. Don't tell me that Lan Zhan really pretended to be drunk so that he 
could kill Wen Ning after I summon him. Of course. Nobody actually gets drunk after just a bowl.
He blurted, "HanGuang-Jun, listen to me…"
With a loud smack, Lan WangJi hit Wen Ning.
Although it sounded quite strong, it didn't actually do any damage. Wen Ning only staggered a 
few steps backward after the blow. He wobbled a bit and regained his balance, standing properly 
again with a blank face.
Wen Ning wasn't in a state as easily angered as when he flipped out in the past, but his temper 
wasn't too good either. During the night at Dafan Mountain, nobody could lay a sword on him 
before everyone was knocked down—he even held someone by his neck. If Wei WuXian didn't 
stop him, he would've strangled every single one of the people at the scene. Yet, although Lan 
WangJi smacked him once, his head was still lowered, appearing as if he didn't dare to resist. 
Wei WuXian thought that this was a bit strange, but he nevertheless felt relieved. If Wen Ning 
returned the strike and the two started fighting, it'd be even harder to intervene.
As if he didn't think one smack was enough to express his rage, Lan WangJi pushed Wen Ning 
to about thirty feet away. 
He spoke to Wen Ning in an annoyed voice, "Go away."
Wei WuXian finally noticed that something was wrong.
Both the smack and the push, both his speech and actions were unusually… childish. After he pushed Wen Ning so that he was far away enough, Lan WangJi seemed as if he was 
finally satisfied. He turned around walked over to Wei WuXian.
Wei WuXian looked at him scrutinizingly. 
There wasn't anything wrong with Lan WangJi's face and expression.. He was even more 
serious, proper, flawless than usual. His face wasn't flushed, his breathing wasn't short. He 
walked around steadily with confidence. It looked like that he was still the calm, righteous 
cultivator, HanGuang-Jun.
But, as he looked down, he found that Lan WangJi's boots were put on the wrong feet.
Before he left, he took Lan WangJi's boots off and tossed them beside the bed. And, now, Lan 
WangJi's left boot was on his right foot, while his right boot was on his left foot.
HanGuang-Ju, the prominent cultivator who valued manners greatly, would never have went 
outside with his clothes like this.
Wei WuXian asked tentatively, "HanGuang-Jun, what number is this?"
He made the number two with his fingers. Lan WangJi didn't answer and reached his hands out. 
With one on the left and one on the right, he solemnly wrapped his hands around both of Wei 
WuXian's fingers.
With a clang, Bichen fell to the ground due to its master's negligence.
Wei WuXian, "..."
This definitely wasn't the normal Lan Zhan!
Wei WuXian, "HanGuang-Jun, are you drunk?"
Lan WangJi, "No."
Drunk people usually didn't admit that they were drunk. Wei WuXian took his fingers back. Lan 
WangJi attentively maintained his gesture of how he grasped Wei WuXian's fingers, with both 
of his hands in loose fists. Wei WuXian was utterly speechless. Standing amid the chilly night 
breeze, he removed his gaze from Lan WangJi, and looked up at the moon. Most people became drunk before they slept, while Lan WangJi slept before he became drunk. 
And, when he was drunk, he looked no different from how he usually was, which was why it was 
hard to tell.
In the past, Wei WuXian had countless friends to drink with. He had seen hundreds and 
thousands of ways people acted when they were drunk. Some wailed loudly, others giggled 
idiotically, some flounced about, others collapsed immediately, some were determined in taking 
their own lives, others whimpered, "Why are you leaving me?" However, this was his first time 
seeing someone like Lan WangJi, who didn't make any noise, looked decent, yet acted strangely.
The corners of his lips twitched. Trying not to laugh, he picked up Bichen from the ground and 
carried into onto his back, "Okay. Let's go back."
He definitely couldn't let Lan WangJi roam around outside like this. Who knew what else he 
could do.
Luckily, it seemed that Lan WangJi was also quite easy-going when he was drunk. With an 
elegant nod, they went off. If someone passed by, they would've thought that these were two 
good friends strolling in the night and praised the refined act.
Behind them, Wen Ning silently followed. Just as Wei WuXian was about to speak to him, Lan 
WangJi whirled around and angrily smacked him once more. This time, it was on Wen Ning's 
head.
Wen Ning's head was even more lowered due to the smack. Even though his facial muscles were 
rigid and couldn't make any sort of expressions, even though his eye whites couldn't make any 
sort of gazes, for some reason, he still looked as if he had been wronged. Not knowing whether 
to frown or laugh, Wei WuXian grabbed Lan WangJi's arm, "What are you hitting him for?"
Lan WangJi spoke to Wen Ning in a threatening tone that he definitely wouldn't have used if he 
was awake, "Go away!"
Wei WuXian knew that he shouldn't disobey someone who was drunk. He hurried, "Okay, okay. 
It's up to you. I'll make him go away if that's what you want." As he spoke, he took out his 
bamboo flute. But, before he even placed the flute to his lips, Lan WangJi quickly grabbed it, 
"Do not play for him."
Wei WuXian teased, "Why are you so pushy?"
Lan WangJi repeated angrily, "Do not play for him!" Wei WuXian discovered that, although people who were drunk often had a lot of things to say, 
as Lan WangJi usually didn't like to speak, he would repeatedly say the same words after he 
drank. Seeing that Lan WangJi had never been too fond of demonic techniques, he might have 
not liked how he used his flute to control Wen Ning. Anyway, he had to pet him in the direction 
of his fur, of course, "Alright. I'm only going to play for you, okay?"
Lan WangJi announced his satisfaction with a mnn, but continued to play with the flute in his 
hands, unwilling to return it.
Wei WuXian could only whistle. He spoke to Wen Ning, "Keep on hiding. Make sure nobody 
finds you."
Wen Ning seemed as if he really wanted to follow, but having received his commands and being 
scared that Lan WangJi would hit him a few more times, he slowly turned around. Dragging the 
chains behind him, he walked away dejectedly.
Wei WuXian turned to Lan WangJi, "Lan Zhan, now that you're drunk, why doesn't your face 
flush at all?"
Since Lan WangJi looked too normal, almost even more normal than Wei WuXian, he couldn't 
help but to talk to him as if he was talking to an ordinary person. Yet, unexpectedly, after Lan 
WangJi heard this, he reached out, grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him into his arms.
Caught off guard, Wei WuXian's head was slammed right into his chest.
As he recovered from the dizziness, Lan WangJi's voice came from above, "The heartbeats."
"What?"
Lan WangJi, "The face doesn't show anything. Listen to the heartbeats."
As he spoke, his chest vibrated from the low voice. A heart pulsated steadily and continuously. 
Thump, thump. It was a bit fast. Wei WuXian understood and looked up again, "I won't be able 
to tell from your face, only if I listen to your heartbeat?"
Lan WangJi answered sincerely, "Mnn."
Wei WuXian bent over in laughter. Was Lan WangJi's face so thick that the blush couldn't even be seen? He wasn't this sort of 
person, was he?
And, Lan WangJi was so honest after he was drunk. His actions and comments were also… 
bolder!
Since this was a rare occasion to see such an honest, open Lan WangJi, it would've been 
impossible for Wei WuXian to treat him with respect and not play any tricks.
He hurried Lan WangJi back to the inn. Entering the room, he held him down on the bed and 
took off the boots that were put on wrong. Guessing that he probably didn't know how to wash 
his own face in such a state, he took off Lan WangJi's forehead ribbon, and brought in a basin of 
hot water along with a towel. Wringing the towel out, he folded it into a square and gently 
rubbed Lan WangJi's face.
During the process, Lan WangJi didn't resist at all, obediently allowing his face to be kneaded in 
all kinds of directions. Aside from squinting when the towel went near his eyes, he stared at Wei 
WuXian without even blinking. Wei WuXian had a ton of amusing ideas inside his head. Seeing 
his clear gaze, he couldn't help brushing a finger against Lan WangJi's chin. He laughed, "Why 
are you looking at me? Am I good-looking?"
He just happened to have finished cleansing. Before Lan WangJi could answer, Wei WuXian 
tossed the towel into the basin, "Your face is clean now. Do you want to have some water first?"
Having heard no answer from behind him, he turned around only to see Lan WangJi holding the 
basin in his hands, his face already buried inside.
Wei WuXian almost paled from the shock. He grabbed the basin and moved it away at once, "I 
didn't mean the water in here!"
Lan WangJi raised his head calmly. Transparent droplets of water rolled down his jaw, seeping 
into the front of his collars. Looking at him, Wei WuXian wasn't sure how to describe what he 
was feeling right now, ... Did he drink the water or did he not? Hopefully Lan Zhan doesn't 
remember anything after he wakes up. Or else, for the rest of his life, he wouldn't be able to face 
anyone.
Wei WuXian used his sleeves to wipe off the drops of water on Lan WangJi's jaw and put his 
arms around him, "HanGuang-Jun. Now, are you going to do whatever I tell you to do?"
Lan WangJi, "Mnn." Wei WuXian, "You'll answer whatever I ask you?"
Wei WuXian put one knee on the bed and smirked, "Okay. Let me ask you. Have you… secretly 
tasted the Emperor's Smile you hid in your room?"
Lan WangJi, "No."
Wei WuXian, "Do you like rabbits?"
Lan WangJi, "Yes."
Wei WuXian, "Have you ever violated any rules before?"
Lan WangJi, "Yes."
Wei WuXian, "Have you ever liked anyone?"
Lan WangJi, "Yes."
All of Wei WuXian's questions were just for the sake of them, not that he really wanted to find 
out about Lan WangJi's private matters. He simply wanted to know whether or not Lan WangJi 
would really answer whatever he asked. He continued, "How about Jiang Cheng?"
A frown, "Hmph."
Wei WuXian, "How about Wen Ning?"
Indifference, "Huh."
Wei WuXian grinned and pointed at himself, "How about this one?"
Lan WangJi, "Mine."
"..."
Lan WangJi stared at him, slowly and articulately stating, "Mine."
Wei WuXian suddenly understood. He took Bichen off his back, thinking to himself, When I pointed at myself, Lan Zhan probably 
thought that "this one" meant Bichen.
He got off the bed and walked around the room with Bichen in his hand, from the left to the 
right, from the East to the West. As he had expected, Lan WangJi's gaze closely followed 
wherever he walked, ever so sincere and straightforward, ever so blunt and bare.
Wei WuXian's legs almost gave out under Lan WangJi's heated gaze. He lifted Bichen in front 
of his eyes, "Do you want it?"
Lan WangJi, "I want it."
As if he thought that this wasn't enough to prove his desire, Lan WangJi grasped the hand that 
Wei WuXian held Bichen with and stared into his eyes with those light-colored pupils. Taking in 
a soft breath, he repeated his words, emphasizing every syllable, "... I want it."
Wei WuXian knew that Lan WangJi was desperately drunk, that it wasn't directed at him, yet 
those three words still crashed into him, taking away the strength in his arms and legs.
He thought to himself, Lan Zhan, what a person… If he's so sincere, enthusiastic towards a girl, 
then what a man he'd be!
Recovering from the blow, Wei WuXian asked again, "How did you recognize me? Why did you 
help me?"
Lan WangJi opened his mouth. Wei WuXian shifted a bit closer, wanting to hear his answer. 
However, Lan WangJi's expression suddenly changed. With a shove, he pushed Wei WuXian 
onto the bed.
The candlelight was snuffed out with a wave of his hand. Bichen was thrown onto the ground by 
its master again.
Wei WuXian's sight spun dizzily from the shove. He thought that Lan WangJi woke up, "Lan 
Zhan?!"
A familiar place behind his back was tapped once. His entire body felt sore and numb and he 
couldn't move at all, similar to the first night at the Cloud Recesses. Lan WangJi took his hand 
away, lay down beside him, and put the blanket over them, carefully tucking in the blanket 
corner on Wei WuXian's side, "It is nine. Rest." So, after all, it was the scary bedtime routine of the Lan Sect.
With the interrogation having been cut off, Wei WuXian stared at the ceiling, "Can't we rest and 
chat at the same time?"
Lan WangJi, "No."
… Oh well. Someday, there'd be a chance to get Lan WangJi drunk again. The answer would be 
revealed sooner or later.
Wei WuXian, "Lan Zhan. Remove it. I got us two rooms. We don't need to be crammed in the 
same bed."
After pausing for a moment, Lan WangJi's hand came over and, after fumbling around in the 
blanket for a while, started to slowly untie the ribbons holding his clothes together. Wei WuXian 
exclaimed, "Okay! Enough! I didn't mean for you to remove it in this sense!!! Alright!!! Sure! 
I'm lying down and I'm sleeping!!!"
A dead silence filled the darkness.
After keeping quiet for a while, Wei WuXian spoke again, "I finally understand why your sect 
prohibits liquor. You collapse after just one bowl and can't tell good liquor from bad liquor. If 
everyone from the Lan Sect is like this when they're drunk, you deserve to be prohibited from 
drinking. Anyone who drinks should be beaten up."
With closed eyes, Lan WangJi raised his hand and covered Wei WuXian's mouth.
He shushed, "Shh."
The breath that Wei WuXian was about to take got stuck between his chest and his mouth, 
unable to come up or go down.
It seemed that, ever since he came back, whenever he decided to tease Lan WangJi like how he 
did in the past, he always suffered from his own actions.
This shouldn't have been the case! Where exactly did he go wrong?!

Reference to the words and word meaning
here's a hilarious thing that I found
Speaking of it, the name of Wei Ying's (Wei WuXian's) friend who weeps and asks "why are 
you leaving me?" when drunk is Luo BingHe, isn't he?
(Confused, much? Check out The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System)

The laughters.

The love.

The joy of being married to the man he love.

All of it suddenly faded away, seeing Wei WuXian walk further and further away from him.

Worried, Lan WangJi reached out his hand that didn't reach Wei WuXian even just an inch, "Wei Ying?"

Hearing Lan WangJi calling him, Wei WuXian stopped walking and looked over his shoulder, "Lan Zhan?" Wei WuXian curiously asked, slowly turning around.

Lan WangJi gulped, "Where. . are you going?"

Wei WuXian raised one of his eyebrow and put one of his fingers at his lips, seeming like he's thinking, "Oh, where I'm going?" Wei WuXian chuckled, his smile reaching his ears, "You fuddy duddy, don't look so dramatic!"

"I'm just meeting my parents once again. That's all!"

Lan WangJi couldn't answer. He didn't know what to answer. For he already knew what Wei WuXian meant. He knew Wei WuXian's parents were long dead and resting in peace.

With how Lan WangJi looked so down, Wei WuXian couldn't help but cough slightly.

"You fuddy duddy.." Wei WuXian laughed for a short time before staring at Lan WangJi, teary eyed, "Until we meet again.. My beloved husband."

Lan WangJi immediately raised his head, hearing Wei WuXian bidding his farewell.

Seeing Wei WuXian with his back turned away again, Lan WangJi tried to reach him once more, "Wei Ying..!"

Partially gone, Wei WuXian looked back to Lan WangJi again. This time, with a bittersweet smile.

"I'm sorry for leaving you again.. Freely blame this all to me."

Then, once again, Wei WuXian vanished from Lan WangJi's sight. But this time, it was completely different.

Wei WuXian didn't leave anything behind, this time. Even just a strand of hair. Even just the air he breathed out.

Lan WangJi woke up, his sight hazy for a bit until he now clearly see his brother, Lan XiChen's worried look while sitting beside his bed, holding his hand.

At his surprise to the sudden memory of when Wei WuXian used to hold his hand, Lan WangJi accidentally flicked his older brother's hand away.

Startled, and worried, "WangJi.." Lan XiChen called out to him, his gentle voice soothing to the ears.

Lan WangJi didn't bother looking at his older brother, instead, he immediately looked at the space beside his bed and the black bunny sleeping peacefully at the floor.

"Wei Ying.." he unconsciously mumbled that Lan XiChen still heard.

Lan XiChen, already knowing what happened, raged just like how he did back at GuanYin Temple, "WangJi, you better stop thinking of that guy! He left you twice!"

Lan WangJi, hearing Lan XiChen badmouth Wei WuXian infront of him, couldn't help but glare at his own older brother. Forgetting respect and discipline.

Lan XiChen was a bit surprised but since this isn't the first time, he just sighed, "WangJi, i'm just worried about you--"

"No, brother. You are not."

Lan XiChen stood up, and looked down at Lan WangJi with a confused look, "WangJi, what do you mean? I'm seriously worried about you as your own older brother!"

Lan WangJi looked back at the black bunny again, "If you are, then.. Why badmouth your little brother's— MY husband?"

Lan XiChen just realizing it, "Ah, WangJi..! I didn't mean to—"

Lan WangJi looked at the magnolia trees outside, "Everything is your sworn brother's fault. Everything is the world's fault."

Lan WangJi suddenly remembered what Wei WuXian just said to him in his dreams— To freely blame him for everything. He, who did not deserve all this bad things that happened to him. He, that only wanted to protect the innocent and the weak.

He who sacrificed himself for peace.

Lan WangJi thought, as an answer to what Wei WuXian said, that he can blame himself and the whole world. But he could never blame him, not even once. Never gonna do it just even once.

For Lan WangJi knew, everything Wei WuXian did that everyone considered evil, was only for the best.

It was only for justice.

My own version of Mo Dao Zu Shi (MDZS) /The Founder of Diabolism written by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu who also wrote Scum Villain Self Saving System and Heaven Official's Blessing I recommend you to read.

Once in the Library Wei Wuxian took his seat at one of the disciple tables and waited to be given the scrolls, paper, and ink so he may start and get this over with. Lan Wangji has given him the materials and Wei Wuxian without saying a word other than "Thank you" got to work. Lan Wangji sat at a teacher's desk so he could watch Wei Wuxian who just sat across the room from, making sure he didn't slack off or try and run off before finishing his punishment. He watched as Wei Wuxian didn't even open the scrolls just yet but he was already starting to write.
Lan Wangji just figured he must have memorized the first few from the stone that has the rules carved on the side of it, but the longer he watched Wei Wuxian, the longer he watched that Wei Wuxian didn't even use the scrolls but kept writing.
Thinking that he was already messing around like Lan Wangji already figured he might do before they even came here, Lan Wangji get up from his spot and came around to Wei Wuxian's side to read over his shoulder to see that Wei Wuxian was INDEED was writing down the rules and he was more than halfway through.
Wei Wuxian looks over and smirks at the puzzled look on Lan Wangji's face. "Are you curious about how I know most of the rules?"
Lan Wang didn't say anything but he didn't look away either, he just waited to see what Wei Wuxian would say, "What if I told you that I helped create the first few hundred, would you believe me?"
Lan Wangji looked furious at Wei Wuxian's question because he figured the boy was just teasing him, and Wei Wuxian laughing didn't seem to help either, so Lan Wangji turned on his heel and went back to his table but not before he said, "Ridiculous!"
It did only take Wei Wuxian another hour before he was fully finished. Handing it over to Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian stretched out his back not having been slumped over a desk for ages. It was a few hours before dinner and Wei Wuxian figured he would have one more meal with the Jiang sibling before leaving himself.
"Lan Wangji would you mind showing me around, before dinner? I would like to get some fresh air." Wei Wuxian asks the young master.
Lan Wangji who just finished looking over the list that Wei Wuxian just made nods up at him while only saying, "Mn."
It only becomes evening but enough time for a walk so Wei Wuxian and Wangji, side by side walked the grounds of Cloud Recesses.  They came across the river that wrapped itself around the entire mountain. Everything was peaceful and calm up here on the wooded side of the mountain, but it came to a halt when Wei Wuxian started to hear a familiar whispering sound he hasn't heard in a very long time, and Wei Wuxian's gaze darkened.
"Lan Wangji, may I ask why you have a piece of Yin Iron here in the mountain?" Wei Wuxian asks the young master."
"What's the Yin Iron?" Lan Wangji never heard of it before, and Wei Wuxian believed him but didn't mean he was going to let it go either.
Following the whispers of what was his Wei Wuxian came across a deep side of the mountain that looked to be just a normal wall, but Wei Wuxian wasn't easily fooled, as it was HIS magic that was hiding the entrance of the cave. With ease, Wei Wuxian walks through the opening disappearing from Lan Wangji's sight. Terrified for once Lan Wangji calls out, "WEI YING!?!"
A hand shoots out from the barrier and takes Lan Wangji's arm and pulls him inside the mountain as well. Being brought inside Lan Wangji's breath started to let frost breathe for how cold it was inside. He turns to looks at Wei Wuxian figuring he must be freezing, knowing the wouldn't be used to this sort of cold unlike Lan Wangji who meditates in the springs that is the same temperature as the cave, but Wei Wuxan seemed to be fine, instead he was focused on his search of something.
Going deeper inside, they were met with a large opening, and in the middle of the cave was a Guqin, and above it hidden with its power was a quarter piece of the Yin Iron. Build up anger-filled Wei Wuxian because he trusted Lan An who he raised as his own. "I know you are in here, come out child." Wei Wuxian calls out to what seemed to be an empty cave.

"Did you hear? Wei Wuxian, that devil sprouted wings and flew away. He really was a demon!"
'You don't say! To believe that despicable creature bewitched one of the Twin Jades of Gusu!"
"Ah yes, I hope they hunt down that demon and finish burning him at the stake!"

...

A long time ago there were two gods that balanced out the world, the Goddess of light, and the daughter of Baoshan Sanren, Cangse Sanren, and the God of Darkness, Wei Changze. Together they lived in harmony and loved one another, and their love made a precious son that they named Wei Ying, a courtesies name Wuxian who fell in love with a mear mortal and was only given greave and loss for his love.

To be fully released on December 25, 2020

Wei WuXian was someone who was skilled at finding fun for himself, especially talented in the area of seeking joy amid dull circumstances. Since there wasn't anything else to play with, he could only play with Lan WangJi. He called, "WangJi-xiong."

Lan WangJi remained motionless.

Wei WuXian, "WangJi."

He appeared as if he didn't hear anything.

Wei WuXian, "Lan WangJi."

Wei WuXian, "Lan Zhan!"

Lan WangJi finally stopped writing, and looked up at him with a cold gaze. Wei WuXian shifted backward, raising his hands as if he was defending himself, "Don't look at me like this. I only called your name because you didn't answer when I called you WangJi. If you're upset, you can also call me back with my name."

Lan WangJi spoke, "Put your legs down."

Wei WuXian's sitting posture was extremely improper, with a slanted body and legs propped up. Seeing that he finally teased Lan WangJi to the point that he started to talk, the former silently chuckled to himself, as if he finally saw the clouds disperse and the moon appear. Listening to Lan WangJi's words, he put his legs down, but his upper body inched unnoticeably closer, and he pressed his arms onto the desk. It was still an unacceptable sitting posture. He asked in a serious tone, "Lan Zhan. Let me ask you a question. Do you… really hate me that much?"

Lan WangJi looked down, his lashes casting light shadows onto his jade-like cheeks. Wei WuXian hurriedly added, "Hey, don't be like this, ignoring me again after saying so few words. I want to admit my fault and apologize to you. Look at me."

After a pause, he spoke again, "You don't want to look at me? Sure, then. I'll just start talking. It was my fault during that night. I was wrong. I shouldn't have climbed the wall, I shouldn't have drank alcohol, and I shouldn't have fought with you. But, I swear! It wasn't that I provoked you on purpose—I really didn't look at the sect rules. The sect rules in the Jiang Sect are all told verbally; none of them are written down. Or else, I definitely wouldn't have done that." I definitely wouldn't have finished the jar of Emperor's Smile in front of you. I would have tucked it away and carried it back into my room, secretly drinking it every day and sharing it with everyone until we all had enough.

Wei WuXian continued, "And, let's be reasonable—which of us attacked first? It was you. If you didn't attack, we could've communicated nicely and cleared everything up. However, if someone hits me, I'd have to hit them back. This isn't all my fault. Lan Zhan, are you listening? Look at me. Young Master Lan?" He snapped his fingers, "Second Brother Lan[2], why don't you do me a favor and look at me?"

Lan WangJi didn't even lift his eyes, "Copy it one additional time."

Wei WuXian's body immediately slanted, "Don't be like this. It's my fault, alright?"

Lan WangJi exposed his lie mercilessly, "You do not feel any remorse."

Wei WuXian spoke as if he didn't have any dignity, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I can repeat it however many times you want me to. I can even say it while kneeling down."

Lan WangJi put his brush down. Wei WuXian thought that the other couldn't endure it any longer and finally wanted to beat him up. Just as he got ready to put on a goofy grin, he discovered that his upper and lower lips seemed like they were glued together, so he couldn't laugh.

His face quickly changed. He struggled to talk, "Mmph? Mmph mmph mmph!"

Lan WangJi closed his eyes and let out a faint breath of air. When he opened his eyes, the calm expression returned again. He picked up the brush again, as if nothing had happened. Wei WuXian had been aware of the hated silencing spell of the Lan Sect since long ago, and he refused to believe it. Yet, after making every effort, scratching the corners of his lips red, he still couldn't open his mouth no matter what. And so, he grabbed a piece of paper, wrote as if his brush was flying, and threw the paper over. Lan WangJi glanced at it. "Pathetic," he responded, crumpling it into a ball and tossing it away.

Wei WuXian was so angry that he rolled around on the mat, climbed up, and wrote another one, slamming it in front of Lan WangJi. Again, it was crumpled into a ball and tossed away.

The silencing spell was only removed after he finished copying. The second day, when he came to the Library Pavilion again, the balls of paper which landed everywhere were all taken out.

Wei WuXian had always forgot about the pain after the cut healed[3]. Although, on the first day, he suffered greatly from the silencing spell, after a few moments, his mouth started to itch again. After recklessly speaking a few times, he was silenced once more. He couldn't open his mouth, so he scribbled on paper and pushed them to Lan WangJi, who crumpled it and threw it onto the ground. The same thing happened on the third day.

He was silenced time after time. However, on the last day of him having to "face the wall and reflect," Lan WangJi noticed that Wei WuXian seemed somewhat different.

During his stay at Gusu, he left his sword all around the place, and was never seen carrying it properly. Yet, he took it with him today, loudly slamming it onto the desk. He even went as far as to start writing without a word, contrasting his usual behavior of relentlessly harassing Lan WangJi in every way possible. He was so obedient that it was strange.

Lan WangJi didn't have a reason to silence him, so he took a few more glances at him, as if he didn't believe that Wei WuXian was finally willing to behave himself. As he had expected, after a short while of sitting down, Wei WuXian repeated his past conduct again, giving Lan WangJi a piece of paper for him to see.

Lan WangJi originally thought that it was going to be a mess of lame phrases again, but after a coincidental glimpse, he was surprised to find the drawing of a person, sitting upright and reading by the window, with a vividly realistic expression on his face. It was himself.

Seeing that he didn't avert his gaze at once, Wei WuXian curled his lips, and raised his eyebrow with a wink. No words were needed, since the meaning was plain to see—Does it look like you? Is it good?

Lan WangJi slowly spoke, "You have spare time, yet you scribble instead of copy the text. In my opinion, the day of your release from this punishment will never come."

Wei WuXian blew on the ink which hadn't dried yet and spoke nonchalantly, "I already finished copying, so I won't be coming tomorrow!"

Lan WangJi's slender fingers seemed to have paused before flipping over the next yellow-tinted page. Surprisingly, Wei WuXian wasn't silenced. As he didn't provoke any reaction, Wei WuXian lightly threw the drawing, "It's yours."

The drawing was thrown onto the mat, but Lan WangJi didn't have any intention of picking it up. During these days, the paper which Wei WuXian wrote on to curse him, cajole him, apologize to him, beg him, and other messy scribbles all ended up this way. He was used to it and didn't mind. He suddenly added, "I forgot. I need to add something else."

After his words, he picked up the paper and his brush, and added a few strokes. He glanced at the drawing, then, the actual person, and fell toward the ground in laughter. Lan WangJi put down the book, and saw that Wei WuXian added a flower onto the drawing, where the side of his head was.

The corners of his lip seemed to have twitched. Wei WuXian crawled up and spoke before him, "'Pathetic', right? I just know that you're gonna say pathetic. Can't you switch to something else? Or add another word to it?"

Lan WangJi replied coldly, "Extremely pathetic."

Wei WuXian clapped his hands, "So you really added another word to it. Thank you!"

Lan WangJi turned his gaze away, picked up the book which he put on the desk, and opened it again. He only took one look at before he hurled the book away, as if he was burnt by fire.

He was initially reading a Buddhist text, but when he had looked at the page flipped open, he was presented with naked, intertwining figures, intolerable to his eye. The book that he was reading was substituted with a pornographic book, its cover disguised as a Buddhist text.

Even someone without a brain would have guessed who had done the deed. It must have been done when when somebody took the opportunity that opened up when his attention turned to the drawing, let alone the fact that Wei WuXian didn't even bother to cover it up, slapping the table as he laughed hysterically, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

As the book was thrown on the ground, Lan WangJi seemed as if he was escaping from snakes or scorpions, falling back to the corner of the Library Pavilion in less than a second. He roared with rage, "Wei Ying——!"

Wei WuXian almost rolled under the desk from laughter, raising a hand with much difficulty, "Here! I'm here!"

Lan WangJi swiftly drew his sword, Bichen. Ever since they had met, Wei WuXian had never seen him appear so discomposed. He hastily grabbed his own sword. Drawing his sword so that a third of the blade was out, he reminded Lan WangJi, "Manners! Second Master Lan! Watch your manners! I brought my sword today as well. If we start fighting, would your Library Pavilion be fine?" He knew that Lan WangJi would be shamed into anger, so he went out of his way to carry his sword for self-defence, so that he wouldn't be accidentally stabbed to death. The blade of Lan WangJi's sword pointed at him. Fire could almost be seen sprouting from his pair of light-colored eyes, "What sort of person are you?!"

Wei WuXian responded, "What sort of person could I be? A man!"

Lan WangJi lashed out "You have no shame!"

Wei WuXian, "Do I need to be ashamed about this? Don't tell me you've never seen something like this before. I don't believe you."

Lan WangJi's weak point was that he didn't know how to argue. After a moment of silently holding back, he pointed his sword at Wei WuXian. He spoke with a frigid face, "You, go outside. We have fought before."

Wei WuXian shook his head a couple of times, pretending to be docile, "Nope, nope. Didn't you know, Young Master Lan? Fighting without permission is prohibited in the Cloud Recesses." He proceeded to pick up the book which was thrown away, but Lan WangJi went before him, snatching it in his hand. Wei WuXian quickly guessed that he was going to use this as evidence to report him. He deliberately spoke, "Why are you grabbing it? I thought that you didn't want to read it. Now you do? Actually, even if you want to read it, you don't have to fight for it. I borrowed it exclusively for you, anyways. Now that you've seen my porn, you've become my friend. We can continue to exchange opinions, and…"

Lan WangJi's whole face turned white. He spoke one word at a time, "I. Will. Not. Read. It."

Wei WuXian continued to distort the facts, "If you won't read it, why did you grab it? Secretly keeping it? You can't do that. I borrowed this from someone else, so I'd have to return it after you read it… Hey, hey, hey, don't come here. You're too close; I feel nervous. Let's talk nicely. You're not gonna hand this in, are you? Hand it in to whom? Old… Your uncle? Second Young Master Lan, do you think that you can let the elders see this? He'd definitely think that you already read it. With a face as thin as yours, you'd be so ashamed that you'd die…"

Lan WangJi filled his right hand with spiritual energy, and the book broke into thousands of millions of pieces, fluttering downward. As Wei WuXian saw that he successfully provoked Lan WangJi to the point that the evidence was destroyed, he finally felt relieved, and spoke with fake regret, "What a waste!" Then, he picked up a piece of paper which had fallen on his hair, raising it up to show the fuming, pale-faced Lan WangJi, "Lan Zhan, everything about you is great, except that you like to throw things everywhere. Tell me, how many wads of paper have you thrown onto the ground, in these past few days? Today, you aren't even satisfied with throwing paper wads anymore, and instead ripped paper. You ripped it, so you clean it up yourself. I'm not gonna help." Of course, he had never helped anyway.

Lan WangJi tried again and again to put up with him, but he couldn't do it any more. He thundered, "Get lost!"

Wei WuXian spoke, "Well, well, look at you, Lan Zhan. Everyone says that you're a gentleman of excellence, a bright pearl in the world, carrying yourself with incomparable courtesy, so it seems that this is all there is. Didn't you know that causing noise is prohibited in the Cloud Recesses? And, you actually told me to "get lost." Is this the first time that you used this phrase on somebody…" Lan WangJi drew his sword and went at him. Wei WuXian hurriedly hopped onto the windowsill, "Get lost it is, then. Getting lost is my best skill. It's not necessary for you to see me out!"

He jumped down the Library Pavilion, laughing like a maniac as he barged into the forest. There was already a group of people waiting for him. Nie HuaiSang asked, "How did it go? Did he read it? What was he like?"

Wei WuXian replied, "What was he like? Ha! Didn't you guys hear that loud shout he gave?"

Nie HuaiSang was full of admiration, "I heard it—he told you to get lost! Wei-xiong, it was my first time hearing Lan WangJi tell someone to 'get lost'! How did you do it?"

Satisfaction was plastered all over Wei WuXian's face, "Good thing that I helped him achieve this 'first'. You all saw it, didn't you? The self-restraint and etiquette that Second Young Master Lan was praised so strongly for were all weak and useless against me."

Jiang Cheng scolded with a darkened expression, "What are you proud of?! What is there to be proud of with this?! Do you think that it's a glorious thing to be told by someone to get lost? You bring so much shame upon our sect!"

Wei WuXian spoke, "I really wanted to apologize to him, but he never paid attention to me. He silenced me for so many days, so what's wrong with me having a little fun with him? I presented him the book with a nice intention. HuaiSang-xiong, what happened to your treasured porn was really a pity. I didn't even get to finish it; it was so good! Lan Zhan definitely doesn't understand proper relationships. I gave it to him, yet he was still unhappy. It's such a waste of that face of his."

Nie HuaiSang blurted, "It's not a pity at all! You can have as many as you want."

Jiang Cheng sneered, "You've seriously offended both Lan WangJi and Lan QiRen. Just wait for your death tomorrow! Nobody's gonna bury your corpse."

Wei WuXian waved his hands, putting his arm around Jiang Cheng's shoulders, "Who cares, as long as I tease him first? You've already buried my corpse so many times, so what's wrong with once more?"

Jiang Cheng responded with a kick, "Shoo, shoo, shoo! Next time, if you do such a thing, don't let me know! Don't ask me to watch, either!"

Well... This is actually an *ADAPTED* version about 2 males falling in love during the ancient times after fighting with each other many times. I hope all if you will enjoy!

Summary:

As the grandmaster who founded the Demonic Sect, Wei WuXian roamed the world in his wanton ways, hated by millions for the chaos he created. In the end, he was backstabbed by his dearest shidi and killed by powerful clans that combined to overpower him. He incarnates into the body of a lunatic who was abandoned by his clan and is later, unwillingly, taken away by a famous cultivator among the clans—Lan WangJi, his archenemy. This marks the start of a thrilling yet hilarious journey of attacking monsters, solving mysteries, and raising children. From the mutual flirtation along the way, Wei WuXian slowly realizes that Lan WangJi, a seemingly haughty and indifferent poker-face, holds more feelings for Wei WuXian than he is letting on.

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