When Wei Wuxian climbs into their shared bed, without saying a word, Lan Wangi reaches over to take his wrists and gently pulls his body toward to him, for the much-needed embrace. He wraps his arms around him. Placing his chin on his shoulder, so he can inhale his scent of being freshly bath, the scent of apples, and roses, admiring the faded marks of his bites on his neck.
His big hands cups his slender hips and trails up the curves of his back. Speaking softly, "Wei Ying, you're very handsome, especially with your hair down."
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Date: 2020-05-25 02:37 am (UTC)From:His big hands cups his slender hips and trails up the curves of his back. Speaking softly, "Wei Ying, you're very handsome, especially with your hair down."