Tonight's Wei Wuxian has already made countless small gestures like this to Lan Wangji, and he has long been accustomed to Lan Wangji's "submissiveness". So at this moment, he was suddenly caught and stopped, and Wei Wuxian didn't react for a while. Lan WangJi said solemnly, "Stop moving."
On the outline of his handsome face, and even on the eyelashes, there was a little transparent water droplets. His expression seemed to be cold, but his eyes were scorching hot.
Probably because the wine I brought tonight was really too strong, Wei Wuxian felt his head start to heat up.
He said, "Don't move? Why? Didn't you let me move for so long?"
Lan Wangji clenched his lips tightly, didn't say a word, and didn't let go of the hand that held his wrist. It seemed that he insisted.
He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled softly: "If I want to move, what do you think you can do with me like you are now?"
Lan WangJi stared at him stubbornly, sparks seemed to flash in his eyes.
This face, this expression, this gaze, this situation, this person made Wei Wuxian's whole person seem to have been ignited by a fire that had lost his sense of reason.
He suddenly went mad, and desperately put his other hand into the water, shoved a hand on a certain part of Lan Wangji, and panted, "Hanguang-Jun, don't tell me, You don't like me touching you like this!"
As if bitten by a poisonous snake, or provoked by his actions, Lan Wangji yanked it, Wei Wuxian felt a terrifying force attack, and he couldn't help being pulled to Lan Wangji's side. go.
The water splashed, out of control.
I don't know who started it first, but when Wei Wuxian woke up a little bit, he was sitting on Lan Wangji's lap, hugging his lips and teeth and kissing him for a while. The two were close to each other, and they were obviously wet, but now he only had a head full of dry wood and fire, and he could barely maintain his sobriety for a moment. There was a faint voice in his heart saying that while Lan Wangji was drunk, he did not distinguish right from wrong. It is very inappropriate and inappropriate to do this kind of thing when you are not capable. However, the voice was immediately silenced in the breathless rush of kisses.
Wei Wuxian's arms were entangled behind Lan Wangji's neck, and he kissed him inseparably. How could he feel comfortable? The previous "I just asked him a few words", "I just wiped him", The repeated assurances of "I'll do nothing else" were long overdue.
Suddenly, he snorted, parted his lips, and scolded, "Lan Zhan! Why are you biting like a dog again?!"
To his untimely slight dissatisfaction, Lan Wangji's answer was to bite his chin. Wei WuXian was most afraid of this, so he frowned slightly, and in retaliation, he stretched out a hand and rubbed the spot he touched once more.
Lan Wangji's face changed suddenly, Wei Wuxian laughed and took a few breaths, pecked at the corner of Lan Wangji's mouth, and said, "How is it, does it hurt or is it angry?"
He took off his completely soaked shirt and said, "Lan Zhan, do you know that I like the way you look angry..."
His tone was full of fearless excitement, Lan Wangji's skin was so hot that he was about to catch fire, one hand firmly wrapped around his waist, and the other hand slapped the edge of the wooden barrel. The tub was torn apart immediately, and the room was in an instant mess, which was horrible to see.
The two of them didn't care about these irrelevant things at all. Lan Wangji almost lifted Wei Wuxian and threw him onto the couch. Wei Wuxian only lifted up his upper body a little, and he was immediately pressed back, his movements were extremely fierce, and he didn't look like the acclaimed and polite Hanguang-Jun at all. Wei Wuxian's back hurt from being hit, and with a cry, Lan Wangji froze slightly. Wei WuXian whispered in his ear again, "I can't see that you are so fierce in bed..."
The earlobe on his lips was as white as jade, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but take a small bite on it. After biting it, he sucked it lightly, and Lan Wangji's ten fingers on his shoulders suddenly tightened. The strength in his hand was so great that Wei Wuxian made a hiss when he squeezed it, and turned his head to look at his shoulder, already leaving five bright red fingerprints. Lan Wangji's hand was already reaching Wei Wuxian's waist.
Wei Wuxian deliberately teased him, slapped it away, and said with a smile, "So impatient?"
Saying that, he pushed a knee between the legs of the person who was on top of him. Lan WangJi's eyes seemed to be covered with bloodshots and faintly reddened. Wei WuXian said, "It's not like I can't take it off, I'll do it myself."
After he finished speaking, he tore off his lower clothes with great ease, and wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji's sturdy shoulders, letting him press against him.
Both of them were naked, rubbing their skin against their skin, and kissing each other's heads intimately. Wei Wuxian pressed his left hand on the back of Lan Wangji's neck, preventing him from separating even a little, biting and pondering on his lips, swallowing his breath and body fluid, while his right hand ran along the beautiful and powerful muscles on Lan Wangji's back. The lines went all the way down, and the slightly uneven ring marks were touched and caressed softly.
Lan Wangji's movements were even more explicit. Those long, white hands with clear knuckles swam around Wei Wuxian's body a few times, and finally greedily lingered around his waist and hips. Wei Wuxian was overturned and played under these hands, but the person who played him did not leave a trace of the elegance and desolation he used to play the seven-stringed guqin in the past. Wei Wuxian didn't utter a stern and noble piano sound, but an unbridled moan.
Wei Wuxian could still enjoy it at first, but after a while, he felt that the delicate skin near the base of his thigh was kneaded by Lan Wangji. This is a sensitive area, Lan Wangji's hands are terrifyingly strong, and after a while, he is itchy and painful, crisp and numb, he choked for half a breath, removed his already red and swollen lips, and took a few breaths, pretending to be He took off the hand that was not a gentleman at all, and still had the strength to tease: "I don't want Hanguang-jun to be so wild after taking off his clothes, it's really a waste of time to call him Yazheng... Ah!"
Lan Wangji gave him a hard squeeze on his chest, and Wei Wuxian shrank, dodging again and again. Lan WangJi made a very dangerous sound, Wei WuXian hurriedly said, "Okay, don't do this, I'll let you screw it." Then he drew Lan WangJi's hand and sent it to him, smiling. : "You can twist it as you want."
In a flash, Wei Wuxian felt that he really had a nasty kind of self-taught in this kind of thing.
【A small river crab crawled over】
Lan Wangji's warm body covered Wei Wuxian and buried his head on his chest. Wei Wuxian's whole body was exhausted, as if his fingertips were soft to the top of his head, and he didn't even want to curl his fingers lazily. After a long while, the surging hot flushes subsided slightly, and the breathing gradually calmed down.
He was heavily suppressed, but his heart was incomparably quiet and frightening, and he lowered his head and kissed Lan Wangji's hair thinly. In the breath that entangled the two, in addition to the faint sandalwood incense, there was also a fresh soap pod smell just after bathing. The ambiguous musk scent is not obvious.
Wei Wuxian originally wanted to ask Lan Wangji something, but at this moment, he felt that there was no need to ask any more, he could just say it himself.
Wei Wuxian whispered, "Lan Zhan... are you listening?"
After a while, Lan Wangji made a "hmm" sound.
Wei WuXian said, "I have something to tell you."
After a pause, he said softly in a faint voice: "Thank you, Lan Zhan. I… "
If he didn't meet Lan Wangji in his life after he came back, Wei Wuxian didn't know what he would be like now.
But in any case, he felt that it would not be better than now.
However, after hearing this sentence, Lan WangJi's whole body instantly stiffened.
Wei WuXian didn't even realize it, he was about to kiss him before continuing, but Lan WangJi suddenly pushed him away and sat up.
Suddenly being pushed to the other side of the wooden couch, Wei Wuxian slammed his back into a muffled sound, and sat dumbfounded, his eyes widened. Lan Wangji lowered his head, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing was a little short.
The two sat facing each other in silence for a long while, and Lan Wangji was the first to act.
He was very pale, but his eyes were very clear. Picking up a white coat on the ground beside him, he first put it on Wei Wuxian, and then went to find his own.
Wei Wuxian couldn't believe everything that had just happened.
He seemed to have another nightmare in a sweet and tender dream. A basin of cold water was poured on his face, which made him feel cold from head to toe, and it seemed as if a heavy slap slapped him in the face, making his ears ringing. Heart palpitations, the world is spinning, and there is no response for a long time. With great difficulty and difficulty, his voice became hoarse.
Wei WuXian said, "...Lan Zhan, are you sober?"
Lan Wangji had finished dressing, sat far away on the edge of the wooden collapse, wiped his forehead with his right hand, turned around, faced the mess in the room, and turned his back to Wei Wuxian. After a while, he said in a low voice, "... um."
Although he didn't know when he sobered up, there was one thing Wei Wuxian was sure of.
Since Lan WangJi is reacting like this after sobering up, it means that he is not willing to continue what happened just now.
Suddenly, Wei Wuxian woke up.
He finally realized how bad he had just done.