Lan Wangji ignored him and stared at him closely, as if afraid that Wei Wuxian would run away in the blink of an eye. Wei Wuxian reached out to close his eyes, and he buried the lower half of his face in the water, gurgling and spitting out a string of bubbles. Wei Wuxian laughed and gently pinched his cheek, saying, "Second brother, how old are you?"

He picked up the soap box and cloth beside him and wiped Lan Wangji's face. As he wiped, his movements froze.

Just now, Lan Wangji took off his headband and hairband, and his black hair fell down to cover his upper body. But now, after he helped Lan Wangji push the wet black hair aside, the more than 30 whip marks and the brand on his chest were revealed.

The whip marks spread from Lan Wangji's back to his chest, shoulders, and arms, crisscrossing a large area of ​​fair and smooth skin. These hideous scars destroyed this originally perfect male body.

“…”

Wei WuXian suddenly fell silent. He lowered his head, dipped the cloth in water, and wiped the whip marks.

He was extremely gentle, but these were old injuries that no longer hurt. Even if they were new injuries, with Lan Wangji's personality, he would never show weakness even when it hurt the most.

Wei Wuxian wanted to ask him many questions right now. Among the Gusu Lan Clan, only Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren were qualified to punish Lan Wangji with the whip. What had he done wrong to make his closest brother or his uncle, who had raised him and was always proud of him, do such a cruel thing? And the seal of the Qishan Wen Clan that he had no memory of. And the question that he had always been thinking about and that he wanted to ask the most -

Han Guang-jun, what do you think of me?

But every time he asked, he would find all kinds of excuses to evade the question. Some said there was no rush, and he should play with him enough first before asking; some said he couldn't be so casual, and he should be more serious and sit down before asking; some said he might not take it seriously after being drunk.

He knew the real reason why so many excuses had been put off until now.

Probably because he was timid.

He was afraid that he would hear an answer different from what he expected.

Suddenly, Lan Wangji turned around and glanced at him. Wei Wuxian then realized that he was lost in thought while washing, and washed a patch of skin on Lan Wangji's back red, as if he had been beaten. Wei Wuxian thought that Lan Wangji's glance might mean that he was not satisfied with his service. He immediately stopped and said, "Sorry, sorry, does it hurt?"

Lan Wangji didn't say anything, just shook his head. Seeing him sitting quietly in the bathtub, Wei Wuxian felt pity for him, hooked his fingers, and scratched his chin to comfort him. Scratching his chin was not enough, he wanted to poke Lan Wangji's abdominal muscles. But when his hand was halfway, Lan Wangji suddenly grabbed his wrist and said in a deep voice: "Don't move."

There were still some transparent water droplets on his handsome facial features and eyelashes. His expression seemed cold, but his eyes were scorching hot.

Wei Wuxian had done countless such frivolous actions to Lan Wangji tonight, and had long been accustomed to Lan Wangji letting him do whatever he wanted. Now that he was suddenly stopped, he still had the guts to ask, "Why? Haven't you let me do that for so long?"

Lan Wangji tightly closed his lips and said nothing. It was unclear whether he was angry or not. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian felt a little guilty and said, "Okay, I won't touch you. You can do it yourself."

As he said this, he threw away the towel and was about to run away. Unexpectedly, Lan Wangji not only did not let him go, but the hand holding his wrist became even tighter and ordered: "Don't leave."

Wei WuXian struggled to get free but failed. He then became bolder and said, “HanGuang-Jun, this is what you did wrong. You ordered me to wash your face, but you didn’t allow me to touch you, and you didn’t allow me to leave. What exactly do you want from me?”

“…”

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said in an almost arrogant tone: "Anyway, you are not allowed to leave."

Wei WuXian splashed two handfuls of water onto Lan WangJi’s face and said, “Look at you, so overbearing and unreasonable!”

The water splashed on Lan Wangji's face, but he didn't dodge and said, "I told you not to move."

This sentence seemed like a warning. Perhaps it was because the alcohol was too strong, and Wei Wuxian's head was abnormally hot.

He raised one corner of his mouth and said, "If I insist on moving, what can you do to me? Punish me to copy books? Put me in solitary confinement? Or ban me from speaking?"

Lan Wangji stared at him intently, with sparks flashing in his eyes. It seemed like he was angry.

This face, this expression, this gaze, this situation, this person. Wei WuXian took a deep breath.

He seemed to be ignited by a vicious fire, burning up, and said, "Han Guangjun, please don't tell me that you don't like me touching you like this!"

Wei Wuxian's fearless words and actions one after another finally completely angered the other party.

Lan Wangji pulled violently as if he was bitten by a poisonous snake. Wei Wuxian felt a terrifying force coming at him and was pulled over involuntarily.

The water splashed and it was out of control. No one knew who started it, but when Wei Wuxian sobered up a little, he was already sitting on Lan Wangji's lap.

The two of them embraced each other in this position and kissed passionately for a long time. Wei Wuxian entwined his arms around Lan Wangji's neck and kissed him passionately, as wildly as he could. Suddenly, he cried out "Ah", opened his eyes, wiped the blood off his lips with his fingers, and cursed: "Lan Zhan! Why are you biting me like a dog again?!"

His lips were already red from the kiss, and a streak of blood stained them, making them even more gorgeous. Lan Wangji responded to his dissatisfaction with his inappropriate timing by biting him again. Wei Wuxian felt pain from his biting and sucking, and his eyebrows kneaded repeatedly. In retaliation, he reached down and rubbed him hard.

Perhaps no one had ever done such a shameless and daring thing to Lan Wangji. Once was not enough, so he did it a second time. His face suddenly changed, and his hand around Wei Wuxian tightened, leaving clear fingerprints. Wei Wuxian smiled and took a few breaths, pecked the corner of Lan Wangji's mouth, and whispered in his ear: "How is it, are you angry? Lan Zhan, do you know that I like the way you are angry..."

With the warm body covering him, Wei WuXian felt weak all over, from his fingertips to his head, and he was too lazy to even curl his fingers. After a long while, the two of them finally calmed down.

Although he was under great pressure, his heart was filled with tranquility and contentment. Wei Wuxian kissed Lan Wangji's hair carefully. In addition to the faint sandalwood scent, there was also a hint of fresh soapberry scent after bathing. The ambiguous fragrance was not obvious.

Wei Wuxian had been holding back what he wanted to ask Lan Wangji for a long time, but he didn’t dare to ask until this moment, when the two of them were lying side by side. He finally felt more confident and whispered, “Lan Zhan… are you listening?”

After a moment, Lan Wangji said "hmm". Wei Wuxian said, "I have something to tell you."

Taking a deep breath, he said, "Lan Zhan, thank you."

There are so many words to say, but I don’t know where to start.

If he hadn't met Lan Wangji after returning this time, Wei Wuxian didn't know what he would be like now. In fact, it wouldn't be that bad for him to go out on his own.

But no matter what, he believed that it would not be better than it is now.

But he didn't notice that after hearing this, Lan Wangji's body stiffened slightly.

The surging heat had just subsided slightly, and Wei Wuxian's mind was still dizzy. He said randomly: "In these two lives, you have helped me a lot. I know you are... very good to me. You are especially good! Other than thank you, I don't know what to say to you... Anyway, I am grateful to you... to you..."

But this is not the point at all. Wei Wuxian has never revealed this feeling to anyone. Even a thick-skinned person like him finds it a bit difficult to speak out, so he can only say something casually. He was thinking about how to confess himself in a solemn and sincere way, but Lan Wangji suddenly pushed him away.

Caught off guard, Wei WuXian's back was hit with a dull thud.

He opened his eyes wide, unable to move. Lan Wangji sat up, his chest heaving, his breathing slightly rapid.

The two of them remained silent for a while, and it was Lan Wangji who took the first step.

His face was pale but his eyes were clear. He picked up a white shirt from the ground and covered Wei Wuxian with it before looking for something to wear for himself.

Wei Wuxian was still in a daze and simply couldn't believe what had just happened.

This push was like a beautiful dream that suddenly turned into a nightmare, or like a bucket of cold water splashed on his face, chilling him from head to toe; it was more like a heavy slap on his face, making him dizzy. He finally found the ability to speak, his voice was hoarse, and he tentatively asked: "Lan Zhan, are you... sober?"

Lan Wangji had already dressed and sat to one side. He wiped his forehead with his right hand, turned around, faced the mess on the ground, and turned his back to Wei Wuxian. After a while, he whispered, "Hmm."

Although it is unknown when he sobered up, it is obvious that Lan Wangji reacted like this after he sobered up.

He didn’t want to continue what happened just now. He also didn’t want to continue what Wei Wuxian said.

Wei WuXian finally realized how bad his behavior just now was.