A chicken wing fell out of Lan Jingyi's mouth and landed in the bowl, splashing the sauce all over his chest.

Wei Wuxian’s mind was filled with one thought: after Lan Wangji sobered up, he wouldn’t have to see anyone anymore.

Jin Ling was suspicious and asked: "...What is he doing?"

Wei WuXian said, “I will show you a special way to use the Lan family’s headband.”

Lan Sizhui asked: "What special usage..."

Wei WuXian said, “When you encounter a strange walking corpse and you think it needs to be taken back for a thorough examination, you can take off the headband and tie it up like this and take it back.”

Lan Jingyi shouted: "How can this be possible? The headband in our house is..."

Lan Sizhui stuffed the chicken wing back into his mouth and said, "I see. I didn't know it had such a wonderful use!"

Ignoring the strange looks from the people passing by, Lan Wangji dragged Wei Wuxian upstairs.

Enter the room, turn around, close the door, and bolt it. The last step is to push the table in front of the door, as if to block some enemy outside. Watching Lan Wangji busying around, Wei Wuxian asked, "Are you going to kill and dismember people here?"

There was a wooden screen in the private room, which divided the space into two parts. One part had a table for talking and eating, and the other part had a long couch with a curtain for resting. Lan Wangji dragged him behind the screen and pushed him hard, and Wei Wuxian fell on the couch.

The couch had a wooden screen on the back. Wei WuXian knocked his head against the screen lightly, just to show his respect. He cried out "Ouch!" but thought to himself, "Are they forcing me to sleep with them again? Isn't it the midnight hour yet?"

Lan Wangji heard him yelling so loudly, lifted the hem of his white robe, sat down gracefully beside the couch, and reached out to touch his head. Although his face was expressionless, his movements were very gentle, as if asking: Did it hurt?

As he touched me, Wei WuXian's mouth twitched and he said, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much."

Hearing him keep crying out in pain, Lan Wangji showed a little worry on his face, and his hands became gentler, patting his shoulder soothingly. Wei Wuxian raised his hands to show him, and said, "Please let me go. Hanguang-jun, I tied you up so tightly that I'm almost bleeding. It hurts so much. Untie your headband and let me go, okay? Okay?"

Lan Wangji immediately covered his mouth.

Wei WuXian said, “Mmmmmm, Mmmmm?!”

If you don't want to do something, you pretend not to understand. If you really can't pretend not to understand, why don't you just stop me from saying it? !

So bad!

Wei WuXian thought: If that’s the case, then don’t blame me.

Lan Wangji covered his mouth tightly with one hand. He parted his lips and quickly and lightly flicked his tongue across the palm of Lan Wangji's hand.

It was just a light touch, but Lan Wangji suddenly withdrew his hand as if the palm of his hand was burned by a tongue of fire.

Wei Wuxian took a deep breath and just as he felt the anger coming out, he saw Lan Wangji turned around, with his back to him, sitting on the wooden couch with his knees hugged, holding the hand that he had licked gently on the palm near his heart, and not moving at all.

Wei WuXian asked: “What are you doing? What are you doing?”

He looked so lifeless after being defiled by a playboy that if you didn't know better you would think he had done something to Lan Wangji.

Seeing that he seemed to be greatly shocked, Wei WuXian said, “Are you annoying? I can’t help it, who taught you to be so overbearing and not let me speak. Why don’t you come over here and I’ll wipe it for you.”

After saying that, he stretched out his two tied hands and tried to touch Lan Wangji's shoulders, but Lan Wangji dodged. Seeing Lan Wangji hugging his knees and quietly curling up in the corner of the bed, Wei Wuxian's desire to do evil surged again.

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

Lan Wangji jumped off the bed at once, as if frightened, and continued to turn his back to him, keeping his distance from him.

Now Wei Wuxian can have some fun.

He slowly got off the couch and said with a grin, "Hey, why are you hiding? Don't run. My hands are still tied by you. I'm not afraid, so why are you afraid? Come on, come here."

He approached with ill intentions while laughing. Lan Wangji rushed out of the painting screen and encountered the table that he had pushed against the doorway, blocking his way. Wei Wuxian went around the painting screen to chase him, but he went around from the other side. The two of them circled around the screen and chased each other for seven or eight rounds. Wei Wuxian was excited about the chase, but suddenly woke up and thought to himself, "What am I doing? Playing hide-and-seek? What the hell, is my brain stuck in the door? It's fine if Lan Zhan is drunk, but why am I playing with him?"

Noticing that the person chasing him was standing still, Lan Wangji also stopped moving.

He hid behind the screen, poking out half of his snow-white face and peering at Wei Wuxian silently.

Wei Wuxian looked at him carefully. He was still serious and solemn, as if the six-year-old child who had been chasing Wei Wuxian around the screen was someone else.

Wei WuXian asked, “Do you want to continue?”

Lan Wangji nodded expressionlessly.

Wei Wuxian was nearly injured from trying so hard to hold back his laughter.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha oh my god, Lan Zhan wants to play hide and seek with him after getting drunk hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

The laughter in his heart was like a raging storm, but he managed to hold it back with great difficulty. His whole body was shaking. He thought, "In a family like the Gusu Lan Clan, no noise, no fighting, and even no running is allowed. Lan Zhan must have never been so crazy when he was a child. Tsk, tsk, tsk, how pitiful. Anyway, he won't remember anything after waking up from being drunk, so it's okay for me to play with him for a while."

He took two more steps towards Lan Wangji, pretending to chase him. As expected, Lan Wangji also ran away. Wei Wuxian treated it as if he was teasing a child, and cooperated hard, chasing him for two or three laps, saying: "Run, run, run faster, don't let me catch you. If I catch you once, I'll lick you again, to see if you're afraid."

His original intention of saying this was to intimidate him, but Lan Wangji suddenly walked over from the other side of the screen and bumped into him head-on.

Wei Wuxian was about to catch him, but he never expected that he would come to him on his own. He was speechless for a moment and forgot to stretch out his hand. Lan Wangji saw that he did not move, so he lifted up his bound wrists and put his arms around his neck, as if he had voluntarily entered an unbreakable trap, and said, "I caught you."

Wei WuXian: “…Hmm? Yes, I caught it.”

As if he was expecting something, but nothing happened, Lan Wangji repeated the three words again, emphasizing them this time, as if he was urging them anxiously: "Got it."

Wei WuXian said, “Yes, I caught him.”

Caught, then what?

What did he say—catch it once and what?

……No way.

Wei WuXian said: “This time doesn’t count, this time you walked here on your own…”

Before he finished speaking, Lan Wangji's face darkened and turned cold, looking extremely unhappy.

Wei WuXian thought, “No way, when Lan Zhan gets drunk, he not only likes playing hide-and-seek, but also likes being licked?”

He tried to remove his arm from Lan Wangji's neck, but Lan Wangji held it down with his hand, holding it tightly, not letting him take it down. Wei Wuxian saw that one of his hands was on his arm, and after thinking for a moment, he moved closer, tentatively moving his cheek closer, brushing his lips across the back of Lan Wangji's hand without touching or kissing, and lightly sweeping his tongue over the cool jade-like skin.

Very lightly.

Lan Wangji withdrew his hand like lightning, took away Wei Wuxian’s arms, and jumped to the side with his back to him. He held the hand that was licked, and silently lowered his head to face the wall without saying a word.

Wei WuXian pondered, “Is he afraid or likes it? Or is he afraid and likes it at the same time?”

Just as he was thinking about it, Lan Wangji turned around and said calmly, "Come again."

Wei WuXian: “Again? What?”

Lan Wangji hid behind the screen again, revealing half of his face to look at him.

The meaning couldn't be clearer: come again, you chase me and I run.

After a moment of silence, Wei WuXian did as he was told and “came again.” This time, he only took two steps before Lan WangJi bumped into him again.

Wei WuXian said: “You really did this on purpose.”

Lan Wangji put his arms around his neck again, as if he didn't understand what he was saying, and waited for him to fulfill his promise once again.

Wei WuXian thought to himself, “Am I just going to let Lan Zhan have so much fun all by himself? How can this be okay? Anyway, he won’t remember anything I do to him now when he wakes up, so I’m going to have a big one with him.”

He held Lan Wangji in his arms, and the two of them sat on the wooden couch together. Wei Wuxian said, "You like this, right? Don't turn your head away. Tell me, do you like it or not? If you like this, you don't have to chase after it every time. I'll make you happy all at once."

As he spoke, he took Lan Wangji's hand, lowered his head, and kissed his white and slender fingers.

Lan Wangji tried to retract his hand again, but Wei Wuxian held him tightly, preventing him from doing so.

Then, Wei Wuxian pressed his lips against his clear knuckles, and his breath, as light as a feather, flowed up along his fingers and onto the back of his hand, where he kissed him again.

Lan Wangji couldn’t pull his hand back no matter how hard he tried, so he clenched his five fingers into a fist.

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

After the kiss, he didn't even look up, he just raised his eyelids and said, "Is that enough?"

Lan Wangji kept his mouth shut and said nothing. Wei Wuxian then sat up straight and asked, "Tell me, did you burn paper money for me?"

No answer. Wei WuXian chuckled, leaned forward, and kissed him on the chest through his clothes, saying, “If you don’t speak, I won’t give it to you. Tell me, how did you recognize me?”

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

But at this moment, Wei WuXian stared at his soft, light red lips, and as if possessed, he kissed them.

After the kiss, he licked it again as if he was still not satisfied.

Both of them opened their eyes suddenly wide.

After a while, Lan Wangji suddenly raised his hand. Wei Wuxian suddenly woke up and broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that he was going to slap him so hard that his heart, liver and lungs flew away, so he quickly rolled off the couch. When he turned around, he saw Lan Wangji slapping him on the forehead, knocking him unconscious and lying on the wooden couch.

In the private room, Lan Wangji fell on the couch, and Wei Wuxian sat on the floor. A gust of cold wind blew in from the open window, making Wei Wuxian's back feel cold and sober.

He stood up from the ground, pushed the table back to its original position, and sat down at the table.

He was stunned for a while, then lowered his head and bit the knot on his wrist band with great effort, finally biting open the seven or eight knots that were stacked together.

After his hands were released, he naturally went to pour a glass of wine to calm his nerves. He brought the glass to his mouth, but he didn't drink a drop after a long time. He looked down and found that there was no wine in the glass. He had already drunk the wine in the pot in one gulp. He didn't even notice that nothing had come out when he poured it just now.

Wei WuXian placed the empty cup on the table, thinking, "Why drink more? I've had enough today."

At this moment, he turned his head and just missed the screen. He saw Lan Wangji lying quietly on the couch from the side. He thought to himself, "...I really drank too much today. It's too much. Lan Zhan is such a good and serious person. Even if he is drunk, even if he will probably not remember anything after waking up, you shouldn't do this to tease him... It's too disrespectful to him."

But when he thought about what he had done just now, Wei WuXian couldn't help but raise his hand and gently touch his lips.

He took the headband and smoothed it out for a long time, then walked to the couch and placed it next to the pillow. He resisted the urge to even look at Lan Wangji's face. He squatted down and helped him take off his boots, and his posture was also the standard Lan style sleeping position.

After finishing, Wei WuXian sat on the floor, leaning against the wooden couch. He thought about it for a long time, but only one thought came to him, which was extremely clear:

It’s better not to let Lan Zhan drink alcohol in the future. If he behaves like this to everyone he meets, it will be really bad.