TFOD Chapter 122

That’s how it was said, but that night the two didn’t immediately find the chance to “try it.” Because, Lan Wangji first had to go see Lan Xichen, who had been in seclusion for a long time, and have a heart-to-heart talk with him.

Wei Wuxian had a strange habit recently, he liked to sleep while pressing down on Lan Wangji, whether lying down or face-to-face, in short, if he didn’t have this big living person to cushion him, he couldn’t fall asleep. After rummaging through the quiet room with all sorts of helplessness, he actually found quite a few things.

Lan Wangji had always been meticulous and rigid in his actions since he was a child. The characters he had practiced, the paintings he had painted, and the articles he had written were all neatly categorized and arranged, then sorted by year. Wei Wuxian started looking at his calligraphy practice books from when he was very young, flipping through them while laughing, with great relish. When he saw Lan Qiren’s red ink comments, he felt a pain in his teeth. However, after flipping through thousands of sheets, he only found one paper with a single typo. Then, Lan Wangji used another sheet of paper to copy the wrong character one hundred times very seriously, making Wei Wuxian gasp: “The poor thing, he probably doesn’t even recognize the character anymore after copying it so much.”

He was about to continue looking through these slightly yellowed old papers when a faint light appeared in the darkness outside the quiet room.

He didn’t hear footsteps, but Wei Wuxian, with a practiced roll, skillfully got onto Lan Wangji’s bed, and pulled the quilt from his feet to his head all at once. When Lan Wangji gently pushed the door open, what he saw was the illusion that the person in the room was sleeping peacefully.

Lan Wangji’s movements were originally silent, and seeing that the person had already “fallen asleep,” he further restrained his breath, slowly closed the door of the quiet room, and after a moment of silence, walked towards the bedside.

Before he even got close, he was covered by a quilt that had been thrown over his entire upper body.

Lan Wangji: “…”

Wei Wuxian jumped down, tightly hugging Lan Wangji, whose head and face were covered, and pushed him onto the bed, saying, “Rape!”

Lan Wangji: “…”

Wei Wuxian’s hands were roughly groping and tugging at him, but Lan Wangji still lay there quietly, like a dead person, letting him do as he pleased. After a while, Wei Wuxian lost interest, and said, “Hanguang-Jun, why don’t you resist at all? What’s the point of me raping you if you don’t move?”

Lan Wangji’s muffled voice came from under the quilt, “What do you want me to do?”

Wei Wuxian coaxed him, “I pin you down, and you push me away, not letting me lie on you, bring your legs together and struggle vigorously, while desperately calling for help…”

Lan Wangji: “Cloud Recesses prohibits making noise.”

Wei Wuxian: “Then you can call for help in a low voice. Also, when I tear your clothes, you should resist with all your might, desperately protecting your chest from me tearing it.”

There was silence under the quilt for a while.

After a long while, Lan Wangji said, “That sounds difficult.”

Wei Wuxian: “Difficult?!”

Lan Wangji: “Mm.”

Wei Wuxian said, “Then there’s no other way, how about we switch, and you can force yourself on me…”

Before he finished speaking, there was a dizzying turn, the quilt flew off, and Lan Wangji had already pinned him to the bed.

Because he had been under the quilt for a while and had been stifled by Wei Wuxian, the headband and forehead ribbon that he always wore so meticulously were a bit askew, a few strands of his black hair were slightly disheveled, and his originally pale and jade-like cheeks were also showing a faint blush. Under the lamplight, he looked like a shy and bashful beauty. It was just a pity that this beauty’s strength was a bit too outrageous, like a steel hoop, causing Wei Wuxian to beg for mercy, “Hanguang-Jun, Hanguang-Jun, please be merciful.”

Lan Wangji’s eyes didn’t move, but the two hot and bright lights in his eyes were faintly trembling, his face calm as he said, “Okay.”

Wei Wuxian said, “Okay to what? Doing a handstand? Forcing myself on you? Hey! My clothes.”

Lan Wangji said, “It was all you who said it.”

As he said this, he embedded his body between Wei Wuxian’s legs and pressed down for a while. After waiting a long time without any movement, Wei Wuxian said, “What’s wrong!”

Lan Wangji slightly lifted himself up and said, “Why didn’t you resist?”

Wei Wuxian used his legs to clamp his waist, not letting him leave, and giggled, “Ah, what can I do? As soon as you pressed down, my legs couldn’t help but open by themselves, I couldn’t close them at all, how could I have the strength to resist. You have it hard, I also have it hard…Hold on, hold on, let me show you something first.” He took out a piece of paper from his chest, and said, “Lan Zhan, I ask you, how could you write such a simple character wrong, were you not focused when you were studying? What were you thinking about all day long?”

Lan Wangji glanced at the paper and didn’t say a word, but the meaning in his eyes was very obvious: Wei Wuxian, a king of sloppy handwriting who doesn’t know how much he cuts corners, actually had the nerve to criticize him for writing one character wrong.

Wei Wuxian pretended not to understand his gaze and continued, “Look at the date you wrote at the end, let me calculate…at this time you were already fifteen or sixteen years old, right? Making this kind of mistake at fifteen or sixteen, you…”

But when he carefully thought about the date written, it actually coincided with the three months he spent studying at Cloud Recesses.

Wei Wuxian immediately became overjoyed, and deliberately said, “Could it be that Second Young Master Lan wasn’t focused on his studies and writing at a young age, but was only thinking about me?”

That year, Wei Wuxian was being punished to copy books in the library, and he was constantly making a scene, spreading himself on the floor, pretending to be dead, and harassing Lan Wangji in every way possible, disturbing Lan Wangji’s peace, so it was difficult not to “think” about him, but it wasn’t that kind of “think.” Under such circumstances, Lan Wangji stubbornly persevered, doing his own work while supervising, and only wrote one character wrong, which was truly admirable.

Wei Wuxian said, “Hey, why is it my fault again, you’re blaming me again.”

“…” Lan Wangji said in a muffled voice, “Your fault!”

His breath faltered, and he reached out to snatch the piece of paper that was a stain on his life. Wei Wuxian just loved to see him being pushed to this point, so he immediately stuffed the paper deep into his clothes, and said, “If you’re capable, come and get it.”

Lan Wangji didn’t hesitate to reach his hand in. And he didn’t take it out.

Wei Wuxian: “You’re so capable!”

The two of them messed around for most of the night, and it wasn’t until the second half of the night that they were able to talk seriously for a few words.

Wei Wuxian was still lying on Lan Wangji, his face buried in the hollow of his neck. He only felt the sandalwood scent from Lan Wangji become more and more intense, making him feel lazy all over. He squinted his eyes and said, “Is your brother alright?”

Lan Wangji was hugging his naked back, stroking it, and after a moment of silence, he said, “Not very well.”

The two of them were both sweaty, and Wei Wuxian was being stroked from his skin to his heart, feeling uncomfortable, he wriggled a bit.

Lan Wangji said softly, “The three years I spent in seclusion, it was my brother who came and talked to me.”

Now it was the other way around.

Wei Wuxian didn’t need to ask what Lan Wangji was doing during his three years of seclusion.

He kissed Lan Wangji’s snow-white earlobe, pulled up the quilt from the side, and covered them both.

The next morning, Lan Wangji still got up on time at the hour of Mao.

In the past few months that he had been living with Wei Wuxian, he had been dedicated to correcting Wei Wuxian’s schedule, but it was always in vain. After the disciples sent in the warm water for bathing, Lan Wangji, who was already fully dressed, peeled Wei Wuxian out of the thin quilt and carried him into the tub. Wei Wuxian was actually still able to continue sleeping while soaking in the water. Lan Wangji gently nudged him, and he grabbed Lan Wangji’s hand, kissed both the palm and the back of his hand a few times, rubbed it against his cheek, and continued to sleep. If he was pushed too much and annoyed, he would hum a few times, close his eyes, pull Lan Wangji down, hold his cheeks and kiss him a few more times, and vaguely say, “Be good, be good, I’m not making trouble. Please, I’ll get up in a bit. Mm.”

Then, with a yawn, he would lie down on the edge of the bathtub and continue to sleep.

Although he knew that even if the house were to catch fire, Wei Wuxian would probably just change to a different place to continue sleeping, Lan Wangji still persevered in waking him up every morning from the hour of Mao, then calmly endured being kissed and pecked at more than sixty times.

After bringing breakfast back to the quiet room and placing it on the desk where he used to place only brush, ink, paper and ink stone, then scooping up the still-slumbering Wei Wuxian from the wooden tub, drying him off, putting clothes on him, and fastening his belt, Lan Wangji casually took a book from the bookshelf, sat at the desk, and slowly flipped through it.

Sure enough, at the end of the hour of Si, Wei Wuxian sat straight up from the bed with perfect precision, sleepwalking his way off the bed. He first groped for Lan Wangji, pulled him over for a couple of rubs, then habitually pinched his thigh. After quickly washing up, he finally became a bit more awake and groped towards the desk. Wei Wuxian took a few bites of an apple, and seeing that the food in the lunchbox was almost overflowing, his mouth twitched and said, “Isn’t your family having a banquet today, is it okay to eat this much beforehand?”

Lan Wangji calmly adjusted the hair ribbon and forehead ribbon that Wei Wuxian had messed up, and said, “To fill the stomach first.”

Wei Wuxian had experienced the food at Cloud Recesses. Clear soup and plain water, vegetarian dishes dominated, all shades of green, tree bark, grass roots, and all kinds of medicinal herbs, with every dish emitting a strange bitter taste. If it weren’t for this, Wei Wuxian wouldn’t have had the idea of ​​roasting those two rabbits to eat in the first place. Their family banquet was likely to be one where you couldn’t eat enough or eat well.

Wei Wuxian knew that the Gusu Lan Sect took certain things extremely seriously, and whether he was allowed to attend the family banquet was basically equivalent to acknowledging his status as a partner. Lan Wangji must have argued with Lan Qiren for a long time to secure his qualification. He sighed and smiled, “Don’t worry. I will perform well and won’t embarrass you.”

Although it was called a family banquet, the family banquet at Cloud Recesses was completely different from Wei Wuxian’s previous understanding of family banquets.

The family banquet of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect was held in the open training ground of Lotus Pier. A dozen large square tables would be set up, with men, women, young, and old mixing together. The kitchen was also moved outside, with a row of stoves blazing, fragrant aromas filling the air. You could go over and get what you wanted to eat, and they would make more if there wasn’t enough. Although he had not attended the family banquet of the Lanling Jin Sect, their family never hesitated to broadcast the extravagant details of it, such as famous sword dances for entertainment, coral trees and jade wine ponds, and red brocade laid out for miles, which were all eye-opening.

In comparison, the family banquet at Cloud Recesses was neither lively nor extravagant.

The Gusu Lan Sect’s family teachings had always been terribly strict. “Don’t talk while eating, don’t talk in sleep.” Even before the banquet started, everyone at the table was silent. Apart from those who had just entered the hall greeting their elders in a low voice, almost no one spoke, let alone laughed. All the same white clothes, the same cloud-patterned white forehead ribbons, the same solemn or even wooden expressions, as if they were all carved out of the same mold.

Looking at this entire hall of “mourning clothes,” Wei Wuxian pretended not to notice the others’ surprised or unfriendly gazes, and muttered to himself, “Is this called a family banquet? How is it more lifeless than a funeral.”

Just at that moment, Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren entered the banquet hall. Lan Wangji, who was sitting quietly beside Wei Wuxian, finally moved.

Lan Qiren probably became ill whenever he saw Wei Wuxian, so he simply chose not to look at him and stared straight ahead. Lan Xichen, on the other hand, was as gentle as ever, with a faint smile on his lips, making one feel like they were basking in a spring breeze. However, perhaps it was due to his seclusion, Wei Wuxian felt that Ze Wu-Jun seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

After the family head was seated, Lan Xichen briefly made a few polite remarks, and the banquet began.

The first course was a soup.

Soup before a meal was a custom of the Gusu Lan Sect. It was served in a simple black ceramic round bowl, which could be held in the palm of one’s hand and felt smooth to the touch. When he opened the small ceramic lid, as expected, it was another pile of green and yellow vegetable leaves, tree bark, and grass roots.

Just by looking at it, Wei Wuxian’s eyebrows twitched twice. After taking a spoonful and putting it into his mouth, even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn’t help but close his eyes and hold his forehead.

After a long while, he recovered from the shock of the huge blow to his sense of taste, and with his elbow barely supporting his body, he thought, “…If the ancestors of the Lan family were monks, they must have been ascetic monks.”

Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but miss the large pot of lotus root and pork rib soup on the training ground when Lotus Pier held a family banquet, the aroma of meat and lotus root, wafting for miles, attracting the children in the vicinity to climb onto the walls of Lotus Pier to peek inside, their saliva dripping. In comparison, at this moment, he didn’t know whether he should pity himself more for having a mouth full of bitterness, or pity Lan Wangji more for growing up eating these things since he was a child.

But seeing that the other Lan family members in the hall had all finished drinking the bowl of medicinal soup without changing their expressions, their movements and expressions were still very elegant and natural, calm and composed, Wei Wuxian was too embarrassed to leave more than half a bowl. Moreover, among the three thousand, no, now four thousand family rules of the Lan family, he remembered that there were also requirements for eating etiquette, such as not being picky about food and leaving leftovers, and not eating more than three bowls. Although he felt that these family rules were simply absurd, he didn’t want to be despised by Lan Qiren so quickly again.

Who knew, just as he was about to bite the bullet and gulp down this strange medicinal soup, he suddenly realized that the soup bowl in front of him was already empty.

Wei Wuxian: “???”

He couldn’t help but pick up the exquisite black ceramic bowl and thought, “I clearly only took one sip? Did it have a hole at the bottom and it all leaked out?”

But the table was clearly clean and shiny, without any soup.

Wei Wuxian looked to the side and saw that Lan Wangji had just finished drinking the last sip of the medicinal soup as if nothing had happened, closed the ceramic lid, and was lowering his eyes, lightly wiping the corner of his lips with a snow-white napkin.

But Wei Wuxian remembered clearly that Lan Wangji’s bowl had absolutely been finished long ago.

He also noticed that Lan Wangji’s table seemed to be a lot closer to him than before the banquet, as if it had been quietly moved.

Wei Wuxian: “…”

He raised his eyebrows and mouthed to Lan Wangji: Hanguang-Jun, your hands are pretty fast?

Lan Wangji put down the napkin, glanced at him, and then calmly turned his gaze away.