Time flies, people change

— Lan Zhan, whatcha doing? — Wei Ying entered the room before I could hide my work. He saw something in my hands and got interested immediately. — Hey, what's there? Whatcha doing? — he moved to me as close as possible, trying to reach "something" behind my back. I put my hand on his waist and kissed him, wanting to distract and calm him down. He stopped for a minute, kissing me back with his tongue. He put both his hands on my shoulder and then suddenly started moving them down. The left one stopped on my chest. He tried to feel my heartbeat, that suddenly increased. Meanwhile, his right hand kept going down. I expected him to touch me in-between my legs, but all of a sudden his fingers continued to move and stopped on my hip. He started to caress me, barely leaving the safe zone. He is teasing me. An old game. — Lan Zhaaaan, what were you doing there? — his whisper was tickling my ear. — You will get to know. Later. — But I want now! Lan Zhan! Lan Zhaaaaan! Lan Wangji! Hanguan-jun! — he called me with different names, but I stayed still. He smiled brightly, yet devilishly. — Lan-gege, — it was something in-between a whisper, a moan and a beg. I could not resist anymore. I threw my work at the table and pushed Wei Ying on the bed. — Lan Zhan, we did it yesterday! — Every day means every day, — I let myself to smile a little. Only for him. For my beloved. When we finished, the first thing he did was standing up and rushing to the table. He took the piece of paper I was trying to hide. — Is that me?! — he clearly was shocked. — You just drew a picture of me? That's why you didn't want me to see it, it was supposed to be a surprise, right? I nodded. — Oh, Lan Zhan, I'm so sorry! — his face did not seem to be sad or regretting at all. — But why? For what reason you drew me? — You did so to me, when we were fifteen. — I did? — Yes. — Oh, Lan Zhan, that's so sweet! I love you, my ideal husband! — he whispered to me right in front of my lips. I leaned forward and kissed him in the lips, biting a little bit. He is mine. Maybe I should say it out loud too? — I love you, too, — I said quietly. He smiled again and I saw stars in his eyes. It was worth it.