Kneel down

"You can call me." Lan Wangji lowered his eyes, stroking the soft suit jacket with his fingers.

Wei Wuxian was a little confused by Lan Wangji's irrelevant answer. He scratched his messy hair and sat opposite Lan Wangji, pulling the blanket beside him to wrap himself so that only his face remained.

"Why am I calling you?"

"I'll pick you up." Lan Wangji said softly, after saying that, he seemed a little embarrassed, his eyelashes twitched uneasily, and his earlobes instantly turned a blush.

Originally Wei Wuxian was quite at ease, but Lan Wangji's reaction after he finished speaking suddenly made him feel a little uncomfortable.Looking down at the white fluff on the blanket, "You don't need to trouble me, I can do it myself."

Wei Wuxian caught sight of Lan Wangji's hand stiffening for a moment from the corner of his eye, but he didn't expect that the next moment Lan Wangji threw away the suit jacket in his hand, and pressed him up.

"Can you do it yourself?"

Wei Wuxian raised his head, probably because of the fever that made his brain a little abnormal.He just grabbed Lan Wangji's sleeve with a dazed expression, without any resistance.

A cloud of blackness quickly gathered between Lan Wangji's brows, and the dissatisfaction in his tone was so strong that Wei Wuxian thought that this person had been dropped. Lan Wangji, who always wouldn't jump his eyelids even if the mountain fell in front of him, how could there be such a thing? Such big mood swings.

"You have a fever, can you do it yourself?"

Looking up at people felt uncomfortable, Wei Wuxian put his head on Lan Wangji's shoulder.

Well, Wei Wuxian is indeed confused.

Rubbing against Lan Wangji's warm neck, Wei Wuxian squinted his eyes, and his voice was nasal because of a cold.It's like a child talking, with a milky voice.

"I can't do it myself, Lan Zhan—"

When the other party dragged his voice to call his name, Lan Wangji panicked instantly, turned over and hugged Wei Wuxian in his arms, and said softly, "What's wrong?"

"Woo—" Wei Wuxian snorted uncomfortably, "Uncomfortable...uncomfortable..."

As if some cold liquid had slipped into the back from the neck, Lan Wangji carefully cupped Wei Wuxian's hot cheeks.Two glistening tear streaks stretched from the corners of the eyes to the back of the ears, and finally fell into Lan Wangji's neck.

And Wei Wuxian fell asleep in a daze.

Under the reflection of the dim light in the living room, Lan Wangji's facial features seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, and his expression was unbelievably gentle.

The light-colored lips touched the corners of Wei Wuxian's mouth, and finally rolled over to the two soft pieces, and the tip of his tongue traced the shape of the other's lips almost reverently.

Wei Wuxian snorted twice, slightly parting his lips and teeth, giving Lan Wangji a chance.There were only a few satisfied sighs left between the intertwined lips and teeth.

After hugging and kissing Wei Wuxian for about ten minutes, Lan Wangji still had no intention of stopping.Instead, with one arm around Wei Wuxian's waist and the other supporting Wei Wuxian's buttocks, he walked into the bedroom.

The sun is westward, and the afterglow of the warm winter sun is gestating the warmth of the new year.

I don't know that I slept too much, Wei Wuxian only felt that he was sleeping in a warm place, and then he seemed to have forgotten something very important.

Wei Wuxian shuddered in his sleep, turned over and sat up from the bed.

But... the turning over brought to a place that was too sore.

"Ugh... oh my god! It hurts!"

"Are you awake?" Lan Wangji heard Wei Wuxian's wailing, and walked in with a bowl of hot pumpkin and millet porridge.

Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji, rubbed his waist, and said with some guilt, "I'm sorry, President, I accidentally fell asleep."

"It's okay." Lan Wangji put the porridge on the desk beside him, reached out and touched Wei Wuxian's forehead, "The fever is gone."

"President." Wei Wuxian still huddled under the warm blanket, unwilling to get up, and said with a smile, "You have been taking care of me."

"Yeah." Lan Wangji picked up the millet porridge at the side, afraid that Wei Wuxian would burn it, so he stirred it to cool it down.

"Hey." Wei WuXian chuckled, and raised his hand to take the porridge bowl in Lan WangJi's hand, "This is the first time I've eaten porridge cooked by the CEO haha, hey, you changed my clothes for me."

Lan Wangji turned his head away unnaturally, "You sweat and your clothes are wet, I will change them for you."

"Wow! This porridge! Taste! Really! No! Wrong! Why does the same porridge taste completely different from the ones sold outside!" Wei Wuxian exclaimed while eating.

"If you want to eat, I can make it for you later."

"Hey! Is it really possible!"

"can."