After summoning Wen Ning, Wei Wuxian's mind was a little confused, and it was inevitable that he could not keep his eyes and ears open. If Lan Wangji did not want others to notice his arrival, it would be easy for him to do so. So when he turned around and saw the face that was becoming increasingly cold under the moonlight, his heartbeat paused for a moment and he was a little startled.

He didn't know how long Lan Wangji had been here, and whether he had heard everything he did and said. If he hadn't been drunk from the beginning and had followed him all the way here, the scene would have been even more awkward. Not mentioning Wen Ning in front of him, and then coming out to call him as soon as he fell asleep, sneaking around, was really awkward.

Lan Wangji folded his arms, the Bichen Sword resting in his arms, his expression extremely cold. Wei Wuxian had never seen him show such an obvious displeasure before, and felt that he must open his mouth to explain and ease the atmosphere, so he said, "Ahem, Hanguang-jun."

Lan Wangji did not respond.

Wei Wuxian stood in front of Wen Ning, staring at Lan Wangji face to face. He touched his chin and for some reason, he felt a strong sense of guilt.

Finally, Lan Wangji put down the hand holding Bichen and took two steps forward. Wei Wuxian saw him rushing towards Wen Ning with the sword and thought he was going to kill Wen Ning. His thoughts raced, "Oh no. Lan Zhan is really pretending to be drunk, just waiting for me to come out and call Wen Ning to kill him. Also, who would really get drunk after drinking a bowl of wine?"

He said: "Han Guangjun, listen to me..."

With a "slap" sound, Lan Wangji slapped Wen Ning.

Although the palm strike sounded loud, it had no real killing power. Wen Ning was hit and simply stumbled back several steps, swayed, steadied himself, and continued to stand, with a blank look on his face.

Although Wen Ning was not as irritable and angry as he was when he was mad before, his temper was not much better. On the night when Dafan Mountain was besieged, he threw all the enemies away without even poking them with swords, and even lifted them up by the neck. If Wei Wuxian hadn't stopped him, he would have strangled everyone present to death one by one. But now that Lan Wangji had hit him with a palm, he still lowered his head, looking like he didn't dare to resist. Wei Wuxian felt a little strange, but more relieved. If Wen Ning fought back, it would be even more difficult to mediate the fight between the two of them.

At this moment, Lan Wangji seemed to think that this palm strike was not enough to express his anger, and he pushed Wen Ning again, pushing him several feet away.

He said to Wen Ning unhappily, "Go away."

Wei WuXian finally noticed that something was wrong.

Lan Wangji's two palms, both in actions and words, were very... childish.

After pushing Wen Ning far enough away, Lan Wangji seemed finally satisfied. He turned around, walked back, and stood next to Wei Wuxian.

Wei WuXian stared at him carefully.

There was nothing unusual about Lan Wangji's face and expression. He was even more serious, more solemn, and more impeccable than usual. His headband was worn very properly, his face was not red, he was not out of breath, he walked with a breeze, and his feet were steady. He still looked like the solemn, dignified, calm and self-sustaining immortal master Han Guangjun.

But when he lowered his head, he discovered that Lan Wangji's boots were worn backwards.

Before he came out, he helped Lan Wangji take off his boots and threw them beside the bed. Now, Lan Wangji's left boot was on his right foot, and his right boot was on his left foot.

Han Guangjun, who comes from a prominent family and attaches great importance to manners and etiquette, would never go out to meet people dressed like this.

Wei WuXian asked tentatively, “HanGuang-Jun, what number is this?”

He made a two. Lan Wangji didn't answer, but stretched out his hands solemnly, one on the left and one on the right, and carefully held his two fingers.

"Pah", the Bichen Sword was dropped to the ground by its owner.

Wei WuXian: “…”

This is definitely not the normal Lan Zhan!

Wei WuXian asked, “HanGuang-Jun, are you drunk?”

Lan Wangji said, “No.”

Drunk people will never admit that they are drunk. Wei Wuxian pulled back his fingers, but Lan Wangji still held his fingers, concentrating on making two empty fists. Wei Wuxian looked at him in silence, looking up at the moon in the cold night wind.

Others get drunk before sleeping, but Lan Wangji sleeps before getting drunk. And after he gets drunk, he looks no different from usual, making it hard to judge.

Wei Wuxian had countless drinking buddies in the past, and had seen all kinds of weird and ugly behaviors when drunk. Some cried loudly, some giggled, some went crazy, some lay dead in the street, some wanted to die, and some cried, "Why don't you want me anymore?" This was the first time he saw Lan Wangji, who was so quiet and upright, but behaved so strangely.

He twitched his lips, trying to suppress his smile, picked up the Bichen that was thrown on the ground, put it on his back, and said, "Okay, come back with me."

We can’t let Lan Wangji run around outside like this, God knows what else he will do.

Fortunately, after getting drunk, Lan Wangji seemed to be easy to talk to. He nodded gracefully and walked with him. If someone passed by here, they would definitely believe that these were two close friends chatting on a night stroll and admired such an elegant behavior.

Behind him, Wen Ning followed silently. Just as Wei Wuxian was about to speak to him, Lan Wangji turned around and slapped him angrily again. This time, he slapped Wen Ning on the head.

Wen Ning's head tilted when he was hit, and he lowered even lower. His facial muscles were stiff and expressionless, and his eyes were white and didn't care what kind of look he had, but he looked very aggrieved. Wei Wuxian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he grabbed Lan Wangji's arm: "Why did you hit him!"

Lan Wangji threatened Wen Ning in a tone that he would never use when he was sober: “Go away!”

Wei Wuxian knew that he couldn't go against a drunk person, so he said, "Okay, okay, I'll let you go if you want." He then pulled out his bamboo flute. But before he could bring the flute to his lips, Lan Wangji snatched it away and said, "Don't play it for him."

Wei WuXian teased, “Why are you so overbearing?”

Lan Wangji repeated unhappily, “Don’t brag to him!”

Wei Wuxian discovered this. Drunk people often have a lot to say, but Lan Wangji doesn't usually like to talk, so when he drinks too much, he will keep repeating the same sentence. He thought that Lan Wangji didn't like sorcery very much, and maybe he didn't like him controlling Wen Ning with the sound of the flute, so he had to play along with him, so he said, "Okay. I'll just play it for you, okay?"

Lan Wangji hummed in satisfaction, but continued playing with the flute in his hands and didn’t give it back to him.

Wei WuXian could only blow the whistle twice and said to Wen Ning, “It’s better to hide well and don’t let anyone find out.”

Wen Ning seemed to want to follow, but after receiving the order, he was afraid of being hit by Lan Wangji again, so he turned around slowly, dragged his feet and walked away with a clinking sound, looking quite dejected.

Wei Wuxian said to Lan Wangji, “Lan Zhan, how come your face doesn’t even turn red when you’re drunk?”

Because Lan Wangji looked so normal, even more normal than Wei Wuxian, he couldn't help but talk to him in a normal tone. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Lan Wangji suddenly reached out, put his arm around his shoulders, and pulled him into his arms.

Caught off guard, Wei WuXian was dragged headfirst into his chest.

Just as he was dizzy, Lan Wangji's voice came from above: "Listen to the heartbeat."

"What?"

Lan Wangji said, “You can’t tell from the face, just listen to the heartbeat.”

As he spoke, his chest vibrated with the bass, his heart continuing to beat vigorously, thump, thump, thump, a little too fast. Wei WuXian raised his head and said, "You can't tell from the face, you have to listen to the heartbeat to tell?"

Lan Wangji said honestly: "Yeah."

Wei WuXian burst into laughter.

Is Lan Wangji so thick-skinned that his blush can't even show through? It doesn't look like it!

Lan Wangji was surprisingly honest after getting drunk, and his actions and words were much more...unrestrained than usual!

It's rare to see such an honest and frank Lan Wangji. How could it be possible for him to teach Wei Wuxian to treat him with courtesy without doing anything bad?

He drove Lan Wangji back to the inn. After entering the room, he pushed him onto the bed and took off his boots that were worn backwards. Considering that he probably couldn't wipe his face by himself, he took off Lan Wangji's headband, brought in a basin of hot water and a cloth towel, wrung it out, folded it into a square towel, and gently wiped his face.

During this process, Lan Wangji did not resist at all, and obediently let him roll and flatten him. Except when the cloth touched his eyes, he would squint and stare at him without blinking. Wei Wuxian had all kinds of bad ideas in mind, but seeing his clear eyes, he couldn't help but scratch Lan Wangji's chin and said with a smile: "Why are you looking at me? Does it look good?"

Just as he finished wiping, without waiting for Lan Wangji to reply, Wei Wuxian threw the cloth into the basin and said, "I've finished washing my face. Do you want to drink some water first?"

There was no movement behind him, so he turned around and saw Lan Wangji holding the basin and burying his face in it.

Wei WuXian was horrified, and hurriedly snatched the basin back and moved it away: “I didn’t ask you to drink the water in here!”

Lan Wangji raised his head calmly, and drops of transparent water slid down his chin, wetting his front. Wei Wuxian looked at him, feeling a lot in his heart, which was hard to describe in words: "...Did he drink or not? It would be better if Lan Zhan didn't remember anything after he sobered up, otherwise he would be too ashamed to face people in this life."

Wei WuXian used his sleeve to wipe away the water drops on his chin, put his arm around his shoulders, and said, “HanGuang-Jun, are you going to do whatever I say now?”

Lan Wangji said, “Yeah.”

Wei WuXian: “What do you answer when I ask you questions?”

Lan Wangji: “Yeah.”

Wei WuXian put one knee on the bed, raised the corner of his mouth, and said: “Okay then. Let me ask you, have you ever secretly drunk the bottle of Tian Zi Xiao hidden in your room?”

Lan Wangji: “No.”

Wei WuXian: “Do you like rabbits?”

Lan Wangji: “Happy.”

Wei WuXian: “Have you ever violated a ban?”

Lan Wangji: “Yes.”

Wei WuXian: “Have you ever liked anyone?”

Lan Wangji: “Yes.”

Wei Wuxian's questions were all to the point. He was not really trying to get Lan Wangji's privacy, but just to make sure that he would answer the questions. He continued to ask, "How is Jiang Cheng?"

Frowning: "Huh."

Wei WuXian: “How is Wen Ning?”

Cold: "Heh."

Wei WuXian pointed at himself with a smile: "How about this one?"

Lan Wangji: “Mine.”

“…”

Lan Wangji stared at him and spoke clearly, "Mine."

Wei WuXian suddenly understood.

He took off the Bichen and thought, "Just now I was pointing at myself. Lan Zhan must have understood me saying 'this' as the Bichen I was carrying."

Thinking of this, he got off the bed and walked from left to right, from east to west in the room with the Bichen. As expected, wherever he went, Lan Wangji's eyes followed him closely. He was extremely frank, open, straightforward, and naked.

Wei Wuxian was almost unable to stand still because of his almost passionate gaze. He raised Bichen in front of Lan Wangji: "Do you want it?"

Lan Wangji said, “I want it.”

As if this was not enough to prove his desire, Lan Wangji grabbed the hand that held Bichen, looked directly at him with his light-colored eyes, took a deep breath, and repeated with force: "...I want it."

Wei WuXian knew that he was extremely drunk and that these words were not directed at him, but he still felt his arms and legs go weak after hearing these two words.

He thought to himself: "Lan Zhan is really... If he is so sincere and passionate towards a girl, what a terrifying man he must be!"

After calming himself down, Wei WuXian asked, “How did you recognize me? Why did you help me?”

Lan Wangji opened his lips gently, and Wei Wuxian moved closer to listen to his answer. Unexpectedly, Lan Wangji suddenly changed his attitude, raised his hand and pushed Wei Wuxian down on the bed.

The candle flame was extinguished with a wave, and Bi Chen was thrown to the ground by his owner again.

Wei WuXian was pushed so hard that he saw stars. He thought that he was sober and asked, “Lan Zhan?!”

A familiar spot on his waist was patted, and he felt like the first night in the Cloud Recesses, his whole body was numb and he couldn't move. Lan Wangji withdrew his hand, lay down beside him, covered the two of them with the quilt, tucked Wei Wuxian's quilt carefully, and said, "It's midnight. Rest."

It turned out that the Lan family’s terrible schedule was at work.

Wei WuXian’s interrogation was interrupted. He looked at the ceiling of the bed and said, “Can’t we chat while we rest?”

Lan Wangji said, “No.”

…Whatever, there will always be a chance to get Lan Wangji drunk again, and he’ll find out the answer sooner or later.

Wei WuXian said, “Lan Zhan, untie me. I have booked two rooms, so we don’t have to share one bed.”

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji reached out his hand, fumbled in the quilt for a while, and slowly began to untie his belt. Wei Wuxian shouted, "Alright! Alright! Not this way!!! Okay!!! Okay! I'll lie down and sleep!!!"

There was dead silence in the darkness.

After a long silence, Wei WuXian continued, “I finally understand why your family forbids alcohol. You drink a bowl of wine and you have poor drinking habits. If all the Lan family members behave like you when they get drunk, then alcohol should be banned. Whoever drinks should be beaten.”

Lan Wangji closed his eyes and raised his hand to cover his mouth.

He said, "Shh."

Wei WuXian's breath was stuck between his chest and lips, unable to be lifted up or suppressed.

It seemed that since he came back, every time he wanted to tease Lan Wangji like he did before, he ended up getting what he deserved.

It shouldn't be like this?! What went wrong?!