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Lan Wangji accepted his exaggerated praise calmly, opened Wei Wuxian's sleeves, poured all the stolen dates into it, and said, "Here they are. All of them."

Wei Wuxian said cooperatively, "Thank you."

However, Lan Wangji suddenly withdrew his hand. With a wave of his sleeve, a bunch of dates fell out and rolled all over the floor. Wei Wuxian hurriedly bent down to pick them up. He picked up a few but couldn't pick them up. Lan Wangji said, "I won't give it to you anymore."

He also snatched the hens that Wei Wuxian was holding under his left arm and held one in each hand. Wei Wuxian pulled the tail of the streamer that was wiping his forehead, pulled him back, and said, "You were fine just now, why are you angry again?"

Lan Wangji glanced at him and said, "Don't pull."

It sounds like his tone is not very happy, but also a bit warning. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but let go. Lan Wangji lowered his head, moved the two stunned hens to his left hand, and then freed his right hand to straighten his forehead and hair. Wei WuXian thought to himself, "In the past, he wouldn't stop me from wiping his forehead no matter how much I did it. Is he really angry today?"

He felt that it was necessary to make amends, pointed to the hen, and said: "Forget the dates, just give this to me. Didn't you say you would give it to me?"

Lan Wangji raised his eyes and looked at him critically. Wei Wuxian said sincerely, "Please, I really want it, give it to me."

Hearing the sound, Lan Wangji lowered his eyes. After a while, the original hen was handed back to him. Wei Wuxian took it, took out a date, wiped it on the clothes on his chest, and bit off half of it. He thought that since Lan Zhan wanted to play, he should play with him, and said: "Next What to do?"

The two of them walked to a wall. Lan Wangji looked left and right to make sure there was no one around, and took Bichen out of his waist. Several dazzling blue lights flashed across the ground, leaving a line of large characters on the wall. Wei Wuxian leaned over and took a look, but what was written was seven characters: "Lan Wangji is here for a visit."

"..."

Lan Wangji took away the dust and admired his masterpiece. Even though he was drunk, his handwriting was still in extremely strict regular letters. He seemed very satisfied, nodded, concentrated for a moment, and then raised his hand. This time it was not writing, but drawing. Several rays of sword light flashed across, and portraits of two little people kissing appeared on the wall. The writing style was so rigorous and the content was so dirty that Wei Wuxian slapped himself on the forehead.

Stealing things everywhere, wreaking havoc, and writing graffiti... Now he was sure: Lan Wangji was really repeating what he had said. There is absolutely no mistake, even the graffiti content is almost the same!

He couldn't laugh or cry in his heart: "But these are things I only did when I was twelve or thirteen years old!"

Lan Wangji became more and more enthusiastic as he painted. It was not enough to finish painting one wall and he had to continue painting on the other side. Seeing the content of his paintings becoming more and more bizarre, Wei Wuxian felt sorry for Bichen and thought to himself: "I have to erase the name Lan Wangji wrote on the wall later, but I can't let others know who it is." It's dry. No, no, no, let's just paint the whole wall."

After a lot of effort, Wei Wuxian finally pulled Lan Wangji back to the inn. He threw the two hens to the landlady, saying that he had picked them up on the road, went upstairs, closed the door, and turned around. Just now, it was dark outside and I couldn't see carefully, but when I got inside, I looked under the light and saw that Lan Wangji's clothes, face, and hair were all stained with chicken feathers, broken leaves, and pink and white wall dust. It's really out of character. Wei Wuxian patted him and said with a smile, "So dirty!"

Lan Wangji said: "Wash your face."

The first time he was drunk, Lan Wangji showed great liking to Wei Wuxian washing his face, and sure enough, he took the initiative to ask for it again this time. Wei Wuxian originally wanted to give him a bath, but he was so upset that just washing his face was not enough, so he said, "How about I just give you a bath?"

Hearing this, Lan Wangji opened his eyes slightly. Wei Wuxian looked at his expression carefully and said, "Do you want it?"

Lan Wangji nodded immediately: "Okay."

Wei WuXian thought to himself: "Lan Zhan really likes to be clean. I will help him pour the bath water, and let him do the rest."

The waiters at the inn are all women, so Wei Wuxian naturally won't let them do too much troublesome work. So, he told Lan Wangji to sit down in the room while he went downstairs to boil water and bring it up bucket by bucket. After filling the tub, he tested the water temperature, turned around and was about to ask Lan Wangji to take off his clothes. When he turned around, he saw that Lan Wangji had already taken off his clothes consciously.

Although the two of them had met each other naked in a cold spring somewhere in the depths of the clouds when they were young, they were both young men with no distracting thoughts at that time. He had no other thoughts at all when he bumped into Lan Wangji bathing. In addition, most of Lan Wangji's body was buried in the water twice. Therefore, at this moment, he suddenly saw a frank and honest Hanguang Lord... It must be said that Wei Wuxian was greatly shocked. For a moment, he didn't know whether to follow his heart and see if it was good enough, or to cover up something for Lan Wangji and pretend to be a gentleman. His scalp was numb and he couldn't help but step back. But while he was retreating, Lan Wangji kept moving forward. Wei Wuxian had retreated to the corner, unable to escape, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and watch Lan Wangji get closer and closer with an expressionless expression. The clear Adam's apple, fair skin, and smooth and graceful muscle lines were dazzling in front of his eyes, so dazzling that he didn't dare to look directly, his eyes averted slightly, and he swallowed unconsciously, feeling that his mouth was dry.

Wei Wuxian gritted his teeth and was about to speak when Lan Wangji suddenly made a move and tore off his belt.

His face was still serious, but his movements were very rough. Wei Wuxian didn't expect that he would suddenly make such a move. He was startled and said quickly, "Stop it, stop it! I won't wash it! I won't wash it! Just do it."

Lan Wangji frowned, and Wei Wuxian said, "You wash up first. I like, uh, a big bathtub. This bathtub is a bit tight for two people."

Lan Wangji glanced at the tub indifferently and confirmed that it was indeed not big enough. Then he reluctantly gave up and slowly reached into the tub, slowly sinking in and soaking himself in the hot water.

Wei Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then you soak slowly, I'll go out first." After saying that, he was about to go out to get some fresh air and calm down, but when he heard a crash, he looked back and said, "Why are you doing this again?" Out!"

Lan Wangji said with a cold face: "I won't wash it anymore."

Wei WuXian asked, "Why? How dirty will it be if you don't wash it?"

Lan Wangji was gloomy and didn't say why. He walked to the screen to put on the clothes he had taken off. Wei Wuxian hurriedly turned back and roughly guessed the reason, saying, "Do you want me to wash it for you?"

Lan Wangji lowered his eyes, neither admitting nor denying.

Seeing his appearance, Wei Wuxian felt inexplicably weak and thought, "At most, I can help him wipe it a few times. I won't do anything else."

So he dragged Lan Wangji towards the tub and said, "Okay, I'll help you wash it. Come here."

Only then was Lan Wangji dragged back by him and dipped into the water again. Wei Wuxian also rolled up his sleeves and walked to the barrel.

Lan Wangji has fair skin and long, shiny black hair, floating softly on the water. The water vapor swirls and evaporates. In a trance, he looks like a handsome fairy like ice and snow in the Yaotai Immortal Pond. Wei Wuxian saw it with pity and thought that Lan Wangji should get some flower petals to float on the water to make the scenery better. He picked up the wooden spoon in the bathtub and poured a thin stream of water on Lan Wangji's head. Because Lan Wangji kept staring at Wei Wuxian without blinking, Wei Wuxian was worried that the water would flow into his eyes and make him uncomfortable, so he said, "Close your eyes."

Lan Wangji ignored him and stared at him closely, as if he was afraid that Wei Wuxian would run away in the blink of an eye. Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand to close his eyes, and he buried the lower half of his face in the water, spitting out a string of bubbles. Wei Wuxian laughed and pinched his cheek gently, saying, "Second brother, how old are you?"

He picked up the soap box and cloth beside him and wiped them down Lan Wangji's face. As he wiped, his movements suddenly froze.

Just now, Lan Wangji took off his forehead wipes and headband, and his black hair fell down to cover his upper body. But now, he helped Lan Wangji push his wet black hair behind his shoulders and rubbed it against his chest. The more than thirty lash marks and the brand on his chest were clearly revealed.

Wei Wuxian took the cloth and turned it behind him.

The scars from the whip spread from Lan Wangji's back to his chest, shoulders, and arms, crawling over large areas of fair and smooth skin. These superficial or deep scars, which could be described as hideous, completely destroyed this otherwise perfect man's body.

After watching in silence for a while, Wei Wuxian dipped the cloth in his hand into water and wiped away the traces left by the whip. His hands were extremely gentle, as if he couldn't bear to hurt Lan Wangji. However, these are all old injuries, and the worst pain has long passed. Moreover, even if they are all fresh scars, with Lan Wangji's character, no matter how painful it is, he will definitely endure it without making any sound or showing any sign of weakness.

Wei Wuxian wanted to ask him now what happened to these scars. Among the Gusu Lan Sect, only Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren were qualified to punish Lan Wangji like this with a whip. What kind of things did he do to make his closest brother or his uncle who single-handedly raised him and was always proud of him do such a cruel thing.

There is also the brand of the Qishan Wen Sect that he has no memory of.

However, when the words came to his lips, he always held back. If Lan Wangji didn't want to talk about such a thing, he wouldn't ask. And even though Lan Wangji will have no memory after he wakes up from alcohol, by rushing to drink in front of Wei Wuxian, he is showing that he trusts him. If he takes advantage of the situation and gets out Lan Wangji's privacy and secrets that he doesn't want outsiders to know, how can he? Isn't it very despicable?

Getting the person drunk took most of the night, going back and forth, but Wei Wuxian didn't ask anything. It's not that he forgot, he was always thinking about giving Lan Wangji a drink, because he wanted to ask him, Hanguang-Jun, what do you think of me? But every time it came to him verbally, he would find various reasons in his mind to muddle through. Why don't you rush for a while? You should play with him for a while before asking; what shouldn't be done so casually? You should sit down more seriously before asking... But there are many excuses and the real reason is probably because he is timid.

He was afraid of hearing a different answer than what he expected.

Lan Wangji's arms were originally resting on the edge of the tub, but he suddenly turned around. Only then did Wei Wuxian realize that he had been wandering around while washing. He didn't change places for a long time, washing the snow-white skin on Lan Wangji's back until it turned red, as if he had been beaten. He quickly stopped and said: "Sorry, I was distracted. Does it hurt?"

Wei Wuxian's back was so hot that Lan Wangji didn't say anything, just shook his head. Seeing how quiet and obedient he was sitting in the tub, Wei Wuxian felt pitiful and moved his fingers to scratch his chin. But halfway out of his hand, Lan Wangji suddenly grabbed his wrist.