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Jin Ling was absolutely terrified that he'd continue to spout those things that made him cringe. He'd rather be slapped on the face than be bombarded with nice words accompanied by physical touch. Recalling that this person right here could go as far as to yell in front of a crowd that he wanted to sleep with HanGuang-Jun, Jin Ling realized that he was truly unable to expect what other things would come out of his mouth. He hurried, "Sure! What do you want to investigate?"

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Wei WuXian, "Good. Then find a virgin boy of profuse yang energy to guard your bedroom on a long bench at midnight. He'll deal with whatever that comes."

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Lan SiZhui hurried, "Please wait, Young Master Qin! My two seniors are still sl-… still cultivating! They are at a crucial point and cannot be disturbed!"

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Wei WuXian, "Of course it is."

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He imagined the corpse knocking door after door at night, peeking inside to see if Young Master Qin was inside. Coldness slithered up his back.

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Carefully, he went to knock the bedchamber of the two seniors to report. When he saw the already-dressed Lan WangJi open the door soundlessly and shake his head, he knew that Senior Wei wouldn't be able to wake up anytime soon. Lan SiZhui felt quite cornered. In the end, he still toughened up and violated the sect rule of 'lying is prohibited', telling Young Master Qin that his senior was still resting due to having fallen ill. Or else, he couldn't openly say the big truth of 'Senior Wei is sleeping, and HanGuang-Jun told you to wait on your own', could he…?

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A moment later, Lan WangJi planted a gentle kiss in the center of Wei WuXian's forehead.

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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…"

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Two fair buttocks parted slightly because of the wide motion, revealing the pink spot in between. With the fingering from before, the entrance was already somewhat swollen, yet with moisture, it seemed even more delicate. Wei WuXian turned Bichen's blade around and pointed the hilt towards the entrance. He drew in a light breath. Pressing slightly, the thin folds were immediately smoothed, sucking on the tip of Bichen's hilt. A short length was instantly shoved in.

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Wei WuXian felt his heart melt, seeing such a humiliated face. He lay a gentle peck on his cheek, "Alright. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bullied you."

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Wei WuXian thought for a bit, "You're not wrong. You haven't kissed anyone yet at this age, so of course you don't know what you're like when you kiss someone. Wanna try right now?"

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The clean little spot of pink was now a ripe shade of deep red from the work of Lan Zhan's member, its edges so swollen that it almost seemed pitiful. The weapon, long and hard, was still thrusting in and out. The milky secretion, the thin streaks of blood, and a clear fluid of unknown origin swished around where the two connected, making a mess of things. And in the front, his own member was also raised slightly, spouting some white at its head.

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Wei WuXian didn't even turn around, "Nibble my cabbage!"

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Seeing this, Wei WuXian felt his heart grow wings. Momentarily relaxed, he was just about to lean against Lan WangJi uncontrollably when a harsh cough suddenly came from Lan QiRen. Wei WuXian immediately straightened his half-slanted body, returning to the proper seating posture.

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In the few months he and Wei WuXian begun living together, he'd tried to set Wei WuXian's sleeping habits right, but it was always in vain. After a disciple brought over the warm water used for bathing, Lan WangJi, who'd long since dressed himself, peeled the stark-naked Wei WuXian out of the thin blanket and carried him into the wooden tub. Somehow, Wei WuXian could continue to sleep even as he was steeped in water. Lan WangJi pushed him gently, and he'd catch Lan WangJi's hand, kissing it both on its palm and its back, rubbing it on his cheek before he went back to sleep. When the pushing really began to annoy him, he'd whine a couple of times and pull Lan WangJi down, eyes still shut, cupping Lan WangJi's face as he kissed a few more times, murmuring, "Good boy, stop messing with me. Pretty please? I'll get up in just a bit. Yeah."

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Wei WuXian, "I'm out of ideas, then. How about we change things up and you rape me instead…"

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Wei WuXian's hands vulgarly touched and fumbled around his body, yet Lan WangJi still lay as quiet as dead, letting him do whatever he pleased. Wei WuXian lost interest just a while later, "HanGuang-Jun, why don't you even resist a bit? If you're just lying there not even moving, what's the fun of me raping you?"

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Wei WuXian leaped down, tightly hugging Lan WangJi whose entire head was covered, and pushed him onto the bed, "Rape!"

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From then on, he could never move his eyes away again.

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