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November 14, 2023 at 7:30 PM
The most ordinary sunny day. Just like yesterday, and the day before yesterday, and seemingly two days ago, it was also just as sunny and clear... Or maybe it was four days ago? Lan Xichen has long been lost in time, because all the days turn out to be too similar to each other. It became quiet... All conflicts have been resolved, all orders live in peace, nothing has happened in Gu Su Lan for several weeks now. All day long the head of the order can only walk around the outskirts of Gu Su, observe views that have long been boring, feed the rabbits of his younger brother and stuff like that... I would like to visit some of my friends, but all of them, as Lan Xichen thinks, are too busy to be distracted by banal get-togethers with him.
The only strange creature that the leader of the order noticed was himself. More precisely, his thought. Lately his head has become too full of... Spicy thoughts. And what is even more strange for him is that basically these thoughts revolve not around some attractive, petite, sweet and gentle lady, but, on the contrary, around the formidable, strong, hot-tempered and incredibly terrifying leader of the Order Jiang — Jiang Cheng. Lan Xichen never noticed that he was particularly interested in this person, but after the last meeting with the head of all orders, his opinion somehow changed...
This man always speaks directly about what is in his head, does not hide his true emotions and gives vent to his anger. Lan Xichen finds this very interesting... Interesting to such an extent that recently he began to fantasize about all sorts of obscenities. At this moment, sect leader Jiang was sitting next to Lan Xichen, and the man was finally able to take a closer look at the man. Straight posture, collected hair, furrowed brows, perfectly straight nose, thin lip line... Without a doubt, he is one of the most attractive men Lan Huang has ever met. Sect leader Lan even involuntarily glanced at this look at this moment. Jiang Cheng is not like any of his acquaintances or friends. All of them were either too correct, in principle, like himself, polite, compliant, but definitely not Jiang Cheng...
“His wide, strong chest is so alluring, so enticing, how great is the desire to stroke this chest with your hand, feel how his heart beats, touch his nipples...” — Lan Xichen thinks and immediately hits himself on the cheeks, which are slightly turned red. What? What was he thinking about now? Oh, Gods, if his thoughts could be heard, he would, without resisting, immediately run to expose his back to the fierce blows of the whip, just to drive these fantasies out of his head.
“His chest is really attractive, but his arms... His arms are so strong, the muscles show through the fabric of his clothes, his fingers are so long and thin, rings would look perfect on them...” Lan Huan shakes his head, because the next moment a continuation of this thought ran through his head... “Or I...”
The leader of the order bites his lip and clenches his hands into fists, closes his eyes and sighs several times. Deeply and slowly, trying to drive these thoughts out of my head, think about something... Not related to the head of the Jiang order. And after a few minutes he really succeeds, but today events are clearly not on his side.
— Sect leader... - Near the entrance to the library where Lan Xichen is, there is a short young man Sizhui. His hands were in a polite gesture, his head bowed. — I was asked to inform you that sect leader Jiang will arrive here very soon. I don't know the reason...
— Nothing, thanks for the news, you can go, — Lan Huan gently, according to Lan Huan, smiles and watches the departing young man leave. — Sect leader Jiang, what are you doing...
Having completed the external movements to the end, the man still found the strength to rise to his place and head to the entrance to the Cloud Depths to meet the guests, welcome in every sense. Which, by the way, really came very soon, did not pass and did not receive, as Jiang Wanyin stands in front of Lan Huang and bows, seeing the same gesture in response.
— Sect leader Jiang, you arrived so unexpectedly and without warning, we didn’t have time to prepare and greet you properly, — Lan Xichen speaks so clearly, clearly, as if he wasn’t the one who was thinking about obscenities with the man in front of him just half an hour ago.
— You don’t have to worry about it, sect leader Lan, I really should have warned you about the visit earlier. — Jiang Cheng folds his fingers on his chin and closes his eyes in a thoughtful grimace. Oh, Lan Huan’s heart sank... How beautiful this man is when small wrinkles appear between his eyebrows in an unkind expression.
— Please come inside with me, they will pour us some tea. Your visit is so unexpected, has something bad happened?
— You shouldn’t think about “something bad” all the time. I only came because I wanted to have tea with an old friend, Lan sect leader.
— Oh, in that case, I’m glad to welcome you, friend. Don’t limit yourself to such calls, call me “Huan,” — Lan Huan smiles again. Sometimes Jiang Cheng has the feeling that this smile can illuminate even the darkest cave hidden under the thickness of the earth. This smile serves him instead of the sun in the morning, instead of the tender hugs of a dear person... How he wants to hope that and instead of words of love.
“Jiang Cheng,” sect leader Jiang answers briefly, but also gives Lan Xichen a smile. Jiang Wanyin's smile is completely different from his. She looks rather rude and unusual, because the head of the order, Jiang, almost never smiles, even somehow feignedly, but Lan Huan understands that it only seems so. Be that as it may, few people manage to see the smile of this terrible man.
The leaders of the orders together go inside the Cloudy Depths, on the way to the gazebo where hot tea awaits them, they pay attention to everything: the green petals on the trees, the light breeze that caresses the surface of small streams, the rabbits that Lan Zhan and him love so much spouse.
— Was it really Lan Wangji’s idea to have rabbits? It seemed to me that such childishness was more suitable for Wei Ying... And how did the head of the order even allow animals to be had in the Cloud Depths? — Jiang Cheng couldn’t resist the desire to pet the cute animals.
— Lan Wangji is a rather gentle person, I’m sure he had a similar idea in his head a long time ago, there was simply no reason to implement it... And about permission: Everyone in the order would like to see their people happy, despite some inconveniences, getting into the digestive waste of rabbits is better than watching Lan Wangji’s dissatisfied face all his life, — Lan Huan chuckles, holding a second rabbit in his hands, but this time smaller.
Having walked even further, the leaders of the orders finally reach the gazebo, in which the tea is already cooling. Nearby there are several plates with various goodies, but often no one touches them... Jiang Cheng lets the head of the Lan order go forward, and he sits down at the very entrance, pushing the tea closer.
— Lan Huan, — Jiang Wanyin shouts, looking intently into the eyes of the man opposite. — From the very beginning, your face is filled with soft pink paint, and your actions and words are harsh, not the same as always. Did I really interfere with the love pleasures of the head of the Lan Order? Or has alcohol suddenly become legal in Cloud Recesses?
— No, my friend... — Even though Lan Xichen’s face expresses nothing but a smile, shame, surprise, and misunderstanding are now raging inside him. — Your visit is to blame for everything. It's not often you visit someone for reasons like this, much less me. I'm a little confused.
— Don’t get lost, if I had much less to do, I would visit you at least every week. However, after Jin Ling became the leader of the Jin Sect, I have to watch not only my people, you understand, — Jiang Cheng lightly squeezes the half-empty cup of tea in his hand. — Jin Ling is still just a boy, he doesn’t understand anything.
— I understand your concern, however, don’t you think that by always doing all the work for him, you are not giving him the opportunity to learn? Learning from your mistakes is the most effective, and Jin Ling is quite smart.
— Yes, I know all this, but I’m afraid to trust him with the whole clan even for a couple of minutes. Maybe it’s worth spending more time on “lessons” with him, then maybe everything won’t be so scary, — Wanyin finishes the rest of his tea and loudly places the empty cup on the table.
— At any time, you can ask me or young master Wei Wuxian for help if you can’t cope on your own. You shouldn’t carry such a huge burden only on your shoulders, share it with your loved ones, — Lan Huan drinks tea slowly, since the beginning of the conversation he has only taken a few small sips, so small that it seems as if all the tea remains in place.
Jiang Cheng doesn’t answer, he just closes his eyes and nods, mutely agreeing with Xichen’s words.
Then they watch the clouds, which today, surprisingly, take on some familiar shapes, as if they are shouting that they need to be guessed. And even though both heads of the orders are no longer children to engage in such childish activities, at the moment it seems something exciting when there is such a pleasant interlocutor nearby, who is rich in imagination and can see an animal on any white spot and explain in detail how to do it yourself Wanyin can see her.
— I didn’t think that your imagination was so developed, Lan Huan, — a slight mockery can be heard in his voice.
— Seeing, for example, a rabbit in this cloud… — Lan Xichen points to a large white spot in the sky, his brother’s distant favorite animal. — You just need to take a closer look, you don’t need to have any special ideas, — he smiles again, purely and innocently.
— Yes.
“However, I wasn’t talking about clouds, Sect Leader Lan,” — flashes through Jiang Cheng’s mind.
— Jiang Cheng, clouds are gathering there. — Lan Xichen points his hand at a cluster of black clouds.
— And the wind is getting stronger... I suggest continuing to drink tea in the room...
— Yes, I don’t mind, I don’t want to promote.
***
— Please, make yourself comfortable, — Lan Huan says, closing the doors to his chambers. The next moment, turning to face Jiang Cheng, he finds himself pressed against the wall. - Huh..?! — Don’t be surprised, I said it myself: “Sit as you please.” You know, now I’m very comfortable, — a sincere smile shines on the face of the head of the Jiang order, but it’s completely different from the one in the gazebo, different, reflecting a certain danger and... Excitement? — What you muttered to yourself all day is something, I would never have thought that the head of such a holy order would be such a lecher and shameless. — Wait, wait, what are you talking about, Jiang Cheng? — Lan Xichen’s voice is becoming quieter and quieter, and all because the head of the Jiang Sect is getting closer and closer... — Mumbling under his breath? — Wow... I wonder how often you thought about this if you stopped distinguishing between your thoughts and reality? — Jiang Cheng leans very close to Lan Huan’s face, almost touching the tip of his nose. — You said today: “Your voice is so beautiful, I want to hear how, in a fit of passion, you will growl in my ear and call me by name...” The head of the order Lan, tensed his whole body even more than before. Did he really say that out loud?! Right in Jiang Cheng's face, without any shame?! Oh, Gods, why didn’t Jiang Wanyin strangle him right there with Zi Dian for such an oversight?.. — I... Jiang Cheng... I’m incredibly ashamed of my words and thoughts, I don’t know what came over me... If you need, you can punish me for this, I will accept any punishment, — Lan Xichen lowers eyelids, unable to look the person in front of him in the eyes. Shame, shame, incredibly shame! How could he have made such a mistake?! — Punishment? There is no need for such extremes, — Jiang Cheng whispers hotly in his ear, raising the hands of the head of the Lan sect above his head and squeezing his wrists with one hand. With his other hand, he traces Lan Xichen's jawline, stops at his chin, and pulls his lower lip with his thumb. — "Your hands are so strong and beautiful, they would look even more beautiful squeezing my wrists...”, your words? — slowly runs his tongue along Xichen’s earlobe, causing him to have a herd of goosebumps all over his body, making him involuntarily bring his legs together at the knees, slightly sliding down the wall. — I’m wondering, what other thoughts haunted you? Tell me. — Jiang Cheng... — whispers Xichen. “I can’t... — Lan Huan tries to catch his breath, but still doesn’t look up. — You’re not allowed, but Lan Wangji is allowed? — Jiang Cheng lets out a quiet laugh. He lets go of the man’s jaw and slowly, with just his fingertips, runs down his neck, feeling how tense Lan Xichen is right now. Carefully pulls back the edge of the clothing, which hides the most delicate, white skin underneath. The head of the order, Jiang, catches himself thinking that he desperately wants to grab her with his teeth and leave red marks. — So, you can’t? Xichen doesn’t answer, he just throws his head back slightly, beckons with his clean skin on his neck, and Jiang Cheng is unable to hold back any longer. He presses his lips to the protruding Adam's apple and bites lightly, in response he hears a quiet but deep breath, and then an exhalation. He pulls a small piece of skin into his mouth, bites a little more and lets go, then licks it. He runs his tongue along the entire neck, rising up, biting the chin and lowering down again, leaving several short kisses. — Lan Huan, tell me what else you fantasized about, — again this hot whisper right in his ear, Lan Huan already feels how much his cheeks and ears are burning. — Tell me about your deepest desires... — I... — Xichen doesn’t recognize his own voice: hoarse, terribly quiet, although he was about to start talking, not whispering. Clearing his throat slightly, the head of the Lan Order continues: — I was thinking about how... How you would slowly take off my clothes... Throw them somewhere in the corner of the room, not really caring about them, because... After all, you are completely attentive to my body... — the man still speaks with a slight hoarseness. The head of the order Jiang, grunts, releases Lan Huan’s wrists and begins to untie his belt, then slowly pulls off the hanfu from him, immediately running his palm over his naked body. The clothes, as Lan Huan had described, flew somewhere towards the window and remained lying there like an unnecessary rag. — Jiang Cheng... Jiang Cheng, please kiss me... — And he kisses. Their lips touch in a tender, so innocent kiss, but so hot that Lan Huan seems to feel Jiang Cheng’s lips burning him. He runs his tongue over his lips, not daring to deepen the kiss. For now it’s like that, for now it’s careful and superficial, you can’t scare it off with too sudden movements. With trembling hands, Lan Xichen finds Jiang Wanyin’s belt and pulls it, intending to quickly undress it, to quickly see this naked, strong, beautiful body. The purple hanfu falls to the floor seemingly silently, and sect leader Jiang lightly pushes it away with his foot, without even looking down. The head of the sect Lan, groans quietly when he can finally see Jiang Cheng’s magnificent, powerful chest, and, unable to resist, runs his hands over it, lightly squeezing it, leaving barely noticeable pink marks. He goes down and still squeezes one nipple between his fingers, as if in his thoughts, which instantly becomes hard, and the man in front of him makes a sound similar to either a groan or a hoarse exhalation. Jiang Cheng leans down and kisses all the open space on his body. Neck, collarbones, shoulders, chest, tense abs, slowly sinking lower and lower, finally burying his nose in the fabric of Lan Huan’s pants. Jiang Wanyin looks up at Xichen: his cheeks are burning scarlet, he bites the back of his hand and carefully watches Jiang Cheng's every move. This excites... The sounds that the head of the Order of the doe makes are caressing the ear. Jiang Wanyin pulls down Lan Xichen's pants in one slow motion and slips his cold palm under his underwear, causing another wave of goosebumps to creep up on Xichen. — Jiang Cheng... Jiang Cheng... — Lan Huan whispers as if in delirium, while Jiang Wanyin gently wraps his lips around the hard member, causing a loud, drawn-out moan from above. Jiang Cheng places his palms on Lan Xichen's thighs and continues his caresses. He sucks the head, stroking the small hole with his tongue, then slowly pushes himself onto the penis, swallowing deeper and deeper until his nose rests against the pubic hair. The head of the order Lan, no longer controls his voice, moans loudly, protractedly, almost breaking his voice. Thoughts about students passing by get into their heads, they can hear how good their leader is now, they can think about anything they want... It’s embarrassing, funny, it becomes very embarrassing, but also pleasant at the same time. Jiang Cheng, meanwhile, caresses Lan Xichen's testicles with one hand, smoothes out his arousal through his pants with the other hand, moaning slightly with a dick in his mouth, makes the man under him clench and spread his legs, throw his head back and squeeze Jiang Wanyin's hair harder in his hands. For a moment, the head of the sect Jiang, steps back and takes off his headdress, allowing him to more comfortably grab his hair, not paying attention to the slight pain at the roots. He returns to his task, lowers himself to the very base and, with a wide stroke of his tongue, rises to the head. He licks it again, without putting it into the hot moisture of his mouth, and then pushes it in completely, fighting the sharp urge to gag. Jiang Cheng moves his head, then rising to the head, licks it and penetrates the very tip of his tongue into the hole of the urethra, goes down again, buries his nose into the pubis, moves his tongue, feeling every tense vein with it, and in addition to everything there are Lan Huan’s sweet moans, who no longer squeezes his hair, but simply holds his palms on Jiang Wanyin’s head, stroking his hair, occasionally squeezing a little. This continues until the head of the order Jiang, hears that the moans have become louder, the breathing has become heavier, and the penis in his mouth is noticeably shaking. After a couple of seconds, he feels Lan Xichen's hot cum in his mouth. He continues to calmly accept her until he feels that the head of the Lan order has finished ejaculating his seed. He swallows all the liquid and only then rises from his knees, his legs feel like they are made of cotton and he sways slightly from side to side until he rests his hands on the wall on either side of Lan Huan’s head. — Jiang Cheng... — Lan Xichen breathes deeply and speaks intermittently. — Jiang Cheng, then I too... — No need, I'll do it myself. Just trust me, — Jiang Wanyin again takes Lan Huan’s chin with his fingers and looks him straight in the eyes. — So, will you trust me? Xichen is silent. He is silent for a long time, his eyes running around the whole room, not stopping for a long time on one object, he looks anywhere, but not into Jiang Cheng’s eyes: the man in front of him is too hot, he is too ashamed, too, everything is too... Only after some time In what feels like hours for both of them, Lan Huan can swallow the annoying saliva that has collected and clear his throat slightly before allowing himself to start speaking: — I... I was wondering how you would take me... — And how exactly? — Jiang Cheng picks up, hiding his surprise behind a satisfied smile. — First... First with your fingers, there... I was thinking about how you touch me down there with your fingers, entering slowly and... Ah... — Lan Xichen’s breath catches as Jiang Wanyin leans closer, he literally feels his heavy breath on his lips. — ... You move them and... Mh... The head of the order Lan, is prevented from continuing further by his embarrassment; he cannot fully reveal himself, no matter how much he wants to - no, he cannot. He only hopes that the head of the order Jiang, will understand him and do everything the way he wants. Or, as he himself wants, now Xichen doesn’t care anymore. Jiang Cheng chuckles, leaves a gentle, short kiss on Lan Huan's lips, strokes the top of Lan Huan's head with one hand, and continues to hold his chin with the other until he pulls away. He moves a little away from the man in front of him, looks at the overall picture: the head of the Lan order is flushed, his hair is a little disheveled, his eyes are darting around the room, his legs are trembling, and his mouth is slightly open in heavy breathing. His attention is drawn to Gusu's forehead ribbon - he wants to pull it off, draw in the smell of Xichen's hair, kiss such an ordinary and such an expensive thing, but he only straightens the ribbon, because it has slightly slid to the side. Jiang Wanyin carefully picks up the man in his arms and covers the distance between them and the bed in a few short steps, while constantly looking at the beautiful face of Xichen, who, out of surprise, does not know where to put his hands: either resting on his chest, or grabbing his shoulders. Ends up lying on his back with his arms around Jiang Wanyin's neck. — I’ll be careful, but if it hurts, then speak right away, without hiding anything, — he leans closer. — And if it’s pleasant, then even more so. Lan Huan nods and groans as Jiang Cheng slowly spreads his legs, strokes his thighs from the inside and outside, scratches lightly, and then stops, whispering in his ear: — I hope that you have foreseen this course of events, otherwise it will be a little difficult.. — Over there, quickly, Jiang Cheng, there is oil over there, please, quickly, — Xichen does not recognize himself: usually reserved, quiet and calm, but now he speaks so quickly, loudly and indistinctly. The treasured bottle of oil in Jiang Cheng’s hands makes the man breathe out a sigh of relief, but then his lips break into a small laugh. — Sect Leader Lan, take this and keep it in your room, I assure you, you will definitely need it soon! — Wei Wuxian giggles, handing Lan Huan a small box containing that same bottle of oil. — And why might it be useful to me? — Xichen asks in surprise, but still puts the strange thing into his sleeve. — It’s not for me to answer this question. — What's so funny? — Jiang Cheng arches an eyebrow questioningly, simultaneously opening the oil and pouring some onto his fingers. — Nothing, it’s just that apparently someone knew more about this night than either of us two... Let’s leave it out, ah! — An uncontrollable groan escapes Lan Huan’s lips when Jiang Wanyin’s long fingers touch the very tips of his virgin passage. Jiang Cheng lightly massages the compressed muscles, penetrates only a third of the nail, massages again in a circular motion and watches the reaction of the man under him: he watches with interest the fuss between his legs, although he can see little... After several long minutes of careful stroking, the head of the order Jiang, pushes the first finger inside, one phalange at a time, then moves slowly, carefully studying the velvet walls inside Xichen, moves his finger back and forth, causing Lan Huan to loudly inhale and exhale. This continues until Jiang Cheng sees the openly martyr's grimace on Xichen's face and adds a second finger, slightly developed, and a third. — Are you that experienced? — Xichen suddenly speaks up. — I read a couple of “Collections of Good Manners”, only Nie Huaisang wrote them. Wei Ying advised, — Jiang Cheng chuckles when he sees the incomprehensible expression on the man’s face under him. – A collection of spring joys and detailed descriptions, even in pictures. Maybe I'll show you later. Lan Huan decides not to ask anything more about this, and nothing came to mind, because Jiang Cheng finally stops tormenting him with these sweet tortures and lubricates his own penis with oil. Xichen gasped when the impressively sized head poked into the developed muscles. He involuntarily spreads his legs wider and inhales the air in one long breath and Jiang Wanyin finally enters him. He enters slowly, carefully, simultaneously squeezing the man’s waist and stroking his toned, beautiful abs. The head of the Lan order exhales the air accumulated in his lungs when he feels that Jiang Wanyin’s member has entered him completely, seemingly filling all his insides. The feeling is strange, not familiar, but from the realization that he is now completely in the power of Jiang Cheng, his own penis twitches in a fit of strange pleasure, which does not go unnoticed. Jiang Cheng covers Xichen's penis with his hand and moves his hips experimentally, catching every breath, every glance of Lan Huan. He moves his hand in rhythm with his hips, squeezing a little harder at the base, with his other hand he reaches out to remove the strands of hair stuck to Lan-Huan’s beautiful forehead and looks into those beautiful eyes, in which droplets of tears are frozen. — Are you crying? — Too... This is too... Nice... And Jiang Cheng is overcome by a feeling that he has long forgotten. The feeling of honey slowly spreading through your chest, filling you with its sweetness, is so pleasant, so familiar. Feeling of tenderness. He leans over Xichen's face, runs his fingers along his cheek, moves lower and leaves his hand on the back of Huang's head, while moving a little closer until their lips are just millimeters apart. He exhales hot air and presses his lips to Lan Xichen... He puts into this kiss all the tenderness and awe that he is capable of, only now, only at this moment for some reason he wanted to show that he is capable of being not only rude and harsh, but also gentle, caring, making the butterflies in his stomach perform their dances . Because... Because for the first time in many years I was able to give someone pleasure, and not headaches and irritation? Because Xichen is worthy of all the affection in this world? Perhaps both the first and second options are suitable. — Oh, gods... — Jiang Cheng hisses, feeling his orgasm approaching. — Huang, Lan Huang... Jiang Wanyin makes the last few deep thrusts, listening to the moans right above his ear, and at the last moment he pulls out of the hot body of the Lan sect leader to cum on the inside of his beautiful thighs. Lan Xichen is breathing heavily, his penis is still standing, longing for more caresses, he wants to feel a hot mouth on his dignity again, but his conscience does not allow him to ask the clearly tired Jiang Wanyin about this and he can only enjoy his palm, which is now moving at a faster pace up and down, leading to orgasm. Xichen comes with a hoarse moan, spilling into Jiang Cheng's palm. They are both sweaty, tired, breathing heavily, continuing to look into each other's eyes for several minutes of catching their breath. After which Jiang Cheng, on still weak legs, gets up to take a couple of napkins from the table, which, by the way, were intended for something completely different, and wipe the traces of his passion from the hips of Xichen, who is now watching him through half-closed eyelids. — If you’re tired, then you can sleep peacefully, I’m not going anywhere, — Noticing Lan Huan’s tired look, Jiang Cheng whispers. He whispers, because he doesn’t want to disturb this lovely silence, so pleasantly caressing the still red ears. — Or do you, on the contrary, want me to leave? — Oh no, under no circumstances will you leave, otherwise I will be very upset, — the head of the Lan order answers with a slight breath, lowering his head onto the soft pillows. His neck immediately begins to ache a little Xichen has been lying with his head raised for too long. — Please stay with me. Let's talk about all this tomorrow, on a more sober head. — Mmm, —Jiang Cheng repeats Lan Wangzi’s favorite phrase. He crawls closer to Xichen, who can barely keep his eyes open and closes them with the movement of two fingers, which he runs along Lan Huan’s eyelids from top to bottom. The head of the Lan sect presses a little closer, burying his nose in Jiang Wanyin’s chest, still wet from drops of sweat. He, in turn, wraps his arms around the man’s waist, hugging him. — I love you... — Jiang Cheng whispers barely audibly, so quietly that it seems that the flow of a small stream outside the window can be heard many times more clearly than Wanyin’s voice. Even behind the sounds of light rain. — What you said? — Xichen asks, standing up. — I say: go to sleep quickly, you won’t wake up on time tomorrow! — Jiang Cheng growls slightly irritably, and then strokes the dark-haired crown, touches the hair with his lips, leaving a light kiss and gently, slowly pulls off Xichen’s forehead tape, placing it on the bedside table. — And i love you. Lan Huan doesn’t respond to this, he just snuggles even tighter as much as possible and smiles, falling into a deep sleep.
