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Really?! That was the first thing she said?! Such a stupid question with a very obvious answer of 'yes'. And she knew the tell tale signs of an all-nighter! Not only had she seen Dà-gē succumb to such a thing more than once, but she had done so herself plenty. Gods what a stupid question. She was quite tempted to grab her fan to smack it against her head at the foolishness, but that would only serve to make her look like an idiot. Or more like one rather. So instead she just waited for said obvious answer. It's likely she seemed like she was staring intently at him, when really she was more lecturing herself in her mind.

It wasn't until after Jiāng Chéng spoke that she finally started to come out of her thoughts. Then it still took a little longer for her to refocus and when she did, the silence had stretched on for a minute. She stifled a chuckle at his reaction to the ink dripping. She wasn't sure how though.

"Sorry Wanyi-um, I mean, Jiāng-zōngzhǔ, for showing up unannounced!" she says, bowing. "One of your disciples told me to just go ahead in to drop this off before waiting for you at the meeting hall...," she said, holding up, unfortunately for him, more paper. A letter to be precise. "Dà-gē said it wasn't high priority though! He asked if I could deliver it and to feel free to see if I can help out with anything," she explained. Nevermind that she left out the part that he probably just used the letter as an excuse so she would stop annoying him about coming to help. "I also brought tea and Qinghe wine as a gift," she continued, holding up a basket. "But maybe I should just let you sleep instead," she said, brows furrowed.

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋

The morning light filters in and Kexin covers her eyes with her arm to block it out for a little longer. She's more than happy to let sleep take her once more. Until she feels the bed shift. She groggily lowers her arm and allows her eyes to flutter open and catches sight of Jiang Cheng trying to carefully get out of bed, probably so as not to wake her. She reaches out to grab his arm before he gets the chance to fully get up and gives him the the most pathetic puppy dog eyes she can muster.

"A-Cheng, Don't go," she murmurs. That in itself is enough to make him pause in his attempt to get up. It's quite possible that the puppy dog eyes and another pleading request would be enough to convince him. But for good measure, she sits up and closes the little distance between them to wrap her arms around his shoulders. She gently nuzzles his cheek. "Surely work can wait a little longer," she murmurs, trailing kisses along his jawline. Then she adjusts just enough to capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

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Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

surprise kiss starter

It was absolutely unfair how stunning Jiang Cheng got when he was angry. Who gave this man the right to be someone Huaisang’s hands itched to capture the likeness of? Huaisang was a landscape artist not a person artist. Jiang Cheng’s existence was making Huaisang want to go against his art preferences. Which was extremely rude!

“You have to take responsibility,” Huaisang said, cutting Jiang Cheng off and getting those beautiful eyes to narrow at him as offence flooded the other man’s features. He probably wanted to rant more about how Huaisang was a weirdo for drawing Jiang Cheng, but Huaisang had no need to listen to that anymore. “If you weren’t so alluring, I wouldn’t want to draw you. I wouldn’t want you.” 

With that said, Huaisang raised himself up to kiss Jiang Cheng. Not on the lips like he desperately wanted as he was positive the man would strangle and kill Huaisang where he stood if he did that. No, it was on one of those sculpted cheeks. It was still pleasing to kiss Jiang Cheng’s cheek, and Huaisang wanted to immediately do it again.

Despite what may be told in stories or shown in plays, victory in a war wasn't the end, but rather much a new beginning. One in which there was only a short time to mourn the lives lost to garner that victory before those that lost the most had to rebuild and everyone had to adjust. . So it had been after Sunshot. It was exhausting enough for just Kèxìn, so she could only imagine how it was for the Clan Leaders. Let alone for Jiāng Wǎnyín especially, since he was doing it alone on top of rebuilding the entirety of his sect. That had been the main reason she'd started visiting Lotus Pier so much, so that she could help out. It was the right thing to do.

It started out that way, but certainly didn't stay that way. She still wanted to help, of course, but she found that oftentimes she just wanted to visit. The schoolmates companionship they'd had during the Gusu lectures had evolved into brothers and sisters in arms during Sunshot. Then as she spent more time at Lotus Pier, that blossomed into a close friendship that meant the world to her. And so despite how much she loved her home, she couldn't help but to be overjoyed anytime she could make her way to Yunmeng.

It had been one of those days that despite a full day of work, by the end of the night she felt as light and carefree as she had been back before Sunshot. Now one could argue that it could very well just be the wine, but it was a different feeling than that. Brought about, she figured, by the revelry of good food and drink, and good company. Perhaps she should have taken Yanli and, oddly enough, Wei Wuxian's departure to bed as an opportunity to go herself, but she just wasn't quite tired enough to yet. Not to mention she wasn't ready to leave the view.

The pier was already beautiful in the daytime, but once the sun set and the moon came to take its place, that was when it was at it's most stunning and mesmerizing. She thought that Wǎnyín would have joined the two of them shortly after and was pleasantly surprised when he didn't. That being said, she was acutely aware of his presence, which made it difficult to focus on admiring the view. When her gaze inevitably settles on to him, whatever she was going to say is lost to her as she's greeted by another distracting view: Wǎnyín's gaze already being trained on her, handsome features outlined by the soft lights of the lanterns swaying gently in the breeze. Her face flushed lightly, which she hoped would be less obvious in the dim lighting, and she could have sworn that her heart skipped a beat.

Words. What was it that she was going to say? Before she could recall, he spoke first. She frowned lightly at his words. Fuck it up? Fuck up what? Just as she was about to assure him that whatever it was, he wouldn't and that he shouldn't be so hard on himself, he continued. She tilted her head slightly. "Say too much about what, Wǎnyín? You should know by now that you can tell me anything," she smiled lightly and gently nudged his shoulder with her own.