Dwai

You’re spoiled rotten.

Lan SiZhui was beyond shock, “HanGuang-Jun, your forehead ribbon…”

Before he could finish his words, he saw Wei WuXian’s hands. 

HanGuang-Jun’s forehead ribbon was tied around Wei WuXian’s wrists.

As though he felt that not enough people noticed this fact, Lan WangJi held up Wei WuXian’s hands and displayed it for everyone to see.

Suddenly, one of Lan WangJi’s arms wrapped around his back and, as Lan WangJi bent down slightly, another went toward the back of his knees. Wei WuXian was both shorter and lighter than him. Therefore, he was picked up easily, his body was embraced in a pair of firm arms. 

Wei Wuxian was horrified, “Lan Zhan!!!”

Carrying him, Lan WangJi both walked and replied to him steadily, “You said that you didn’t want to be carried on my back.”

Wei WuXian, “I didn’t say that I wanted to be carried like this either.”

Fortunately, it was already late into the night. There weren’t any people walking on the streets, so it wasn’t that embarrassing. Having been carried for a few steps, he quickly relaxed. He grinned as he played with the front of Lan WangJi’s clothes, pretending to tug at it, “So you want to see who’s more bold?”

The cold scent of sandalwood enveloped him. Without paying him attention, Lan WangJi looked straight forward and made no reaction, maintaining the righteous, serious expression. Seeing that nothing could affect him, Wei WuXian thought to himself, as he continued to play with Lan WangJi’s clothes, that it seems that Lan Zhan’s heart for revenge was actually quite strong. 

the life of wangji raising yuan -> sizhui。

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