Wei Ying frowned as he watched his husband once again suppress a yawn. This was unlike Lan Zhan; Wei Ying rarely saw the man yawn and if he did it was usually first thing in the morning when he thought Wei Ying was still fast asleep. Wei Ying never understood why Lan Zhan tried to hide it\u2014no one was immune to tiredness, not even the esteemed Hanguang-Jun. And that wasn\u2019t a bad thing, no, it was just a sign he was human.<\/p>\n
Nevertheless, Wei Ying stopped inking talismans and turned his attention to Lan Zhan. \u201cDid you not sleep well, Lan Zhan?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lan Zhan\u2019s eyes widened a fraction but he recovered so quickly Wei Ying almost thought he was imagining it.<\/p>\n
\u201cMn. I slept fine,\u201d Lan Zhan said.<\/p>\n
Wei Ying pouted. \u201cAh, Lan Zhan, don\u2019t lie to your husband. You\u2019ve yawned more today than I\u2019ve ever seen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lan Zhan frowned. \u201cI don\u2019t tell lies. I slept just fine. I was\u2026\u201d He hesitated a moment. \u201cAwake earlier than usual,\u201d he eventually settled on.<\/p>\n
Wei Ying, not one to let such a matter slide, persisted. \u201cHow come?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI would rather not say,\u201d Lan Zhan said. Wei Ying frowned until he noticed the tips of Lan Zhan\u2019s ears turning red. Oh. That only piqued Wei Ying\u2019s interest.<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you doing something scandalous, huh, Lan Zhan?\u201d Wei Ying said as he stood up. He walked over to where Lan Zhan had been meditating and dropped onto his lap. \u201cHey, Lan Zhan? Was the esteemed Hanguang-Jun having dirty thoughts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The bluntness in which Lan Zhan answered threw Wei Ying off. Normally his husband was unabashedly forward with his desires. So if not that, what was it then that had his ears red?<\/p>\n
Wei Ying gestured for Lan Zhan to elaborate.<\/p>\n
Lan Zhan gave a soft sigh; he definitely knew Wei Ying wouldn\u2019t leave the subject at that.<\/p>\n
\u201cI woke up and caught the sight of Wei Ying fast asleep in my arms. I was thinking about how grateful I am. How I never thought this would be possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wei Ying\u2019s eyes widened, not expecting such a sincere answer. He dropped his head onto Lan Zhan\u2019s shoulder, sure that his cheeks would be scarlet red. \u201cLan Zhan! You can\u2019t just say things like that!\u201d Especially that last sentence. They would definitely need to speak about that later, but for now Wei Ying was too flustered.<\/p>\n
Lan Zhan rubbed circles on Wei Ying\u2019s back. \u201cWhy not? Can I not appreciate my husband?\u201d<\/p>\n
With a chuckle, Wei Ying looked up. \u201cOf course! You\u2019re just\u2026. You\u2019re too much, Lan Zhan.\u201d He looked into Lan Zhan\u2019s eyes and lifted his hand to his husband\u2019s face, gently caressing his cheek. \u201cI really love you, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you too, Wei Ying,\u201d Lan Zhan said, leaning into the touch, subtle upturn of his lips.<\/p>\n
Wei Ying sighed, content. He thought of how grateful he<\/em> was, to have this moment be possible.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Wei Ying frowned as he watched his husband once again suppress a yawn. This was unlike Lan Zhan; Wei Ying rarely saw the man yawn and if he did it was usually first thing in the morning when he thought Wei Ying was still fast asleep. Wei Ying never understood why Lan Zhan tried to\u2026 Read More »<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":38,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"drb-entry.php","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"fandom":[],"rating":[],"ship":[],"class_list":["post-77","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","wpautop"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/77","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=77"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/77\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":78,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/77\/revisions\/78"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/38"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=77"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=77"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=77"},{"taxonomy":"fandom","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/fandom?post=77"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=77"},{"taxonomy":"ship","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cloverso.me\/fic\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/ship?post=77"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}