«We'll Call It Wangxian»

"Why is master so grumpy?"

He showed him his tongue and continued--- more like he tried-- to pull his pants down in order to suck his boyfriend off. Was that too much to ask!

"Do not play!", He warned swatting wei ying's smaller hands away. He winced on behalf of wei ying, when he realised that he had accidentally swatted wei ying's gloved hands away. That was ought to hurt, wei ying who never allowed anybody to touch his hands. Wei Ying giggled after a huge pout formed on his thin face, he stopped palming his fiance's crotch and slouched on his seat.

The older shifted the mirror to his side, before wei ying could look into it and drove into the basement where his usual parking spot was. Wei Ying was docile so far and unmoving, for some reason his mischievous antics had come to a stop.

Lan Zhan sighed in relief and walked outside of his car. Wei Ying at this point seemed to be cooking some sort of a revenge to get back at him. But, sadly his drunken daze and the possibility of getting his ass smacked were clouded all over his mind.

"Do cows purr?~", wei ying asked settling himself safely in Lan zhan's arms. The older who had just picked his fiance up in his arms, almost dropped him down on the hard ground at the weird question.

"Sure.", He paid heed to his question and shot back at him with an even more confusing answer. That had got to keep the man silent for a while.

"I think lions moo~", wei ying had even given him a trial of what a cows moo, for him. At that moment as Lan wangji smiled and regretted his decisions at the same time, he realised how weird a drunk Wei Ying was.

Wei Ying kept on murmuring things until they got inside the elevator and later on their penthouse. After being held in someone's arms for so long, Wei Ying finally started feeling something churning inside him. A bitter taste settled on the tip of his tongue, as the uncomfortable feeling got much worse for him to handle, the bile finally travelled up his throat.

Lan wangji seemed to notice the uncomfortable silence, wei yīng was maintaining as he stared at the hardwood floors. He wasn't as quick to understand what wei ying was about to do. But, when he finally did, it was too late.

"Wei Ying, no!"

Yup, too late.

The younger man hurled all over his bag and the floor in one go. Lan wangji couldn't help but scrunch his face up at the sudden groan and the smell. Wei Ying sure as hell had a lot of alcohol.

Sure, wei ying was usually sick after a very intensive round of chemotherapy. He had always found himself holding his hair when he puked his guts out. But, today, his idiot fiance had gotten drunk and decides to throw on his bag.

"Don't do anything.", Lan Zhan stopped wei ying from running into the washroom to hurl. Wei Ying did not stop and puked right on the floor another time. A choked sob left his lips---he absolutely hated throwing up, it somehow made him feel disgusting. But, Lan Zhan was always there to hold his hair and pat him ok his back.

When he did not feel the comforting feeling, he couldn't help but, think that Lan wangji had just lost all his interests in him.

"Its alright. I will clean it up.", A voice reasured from behind and held his hair which was already tied up and held him by his waist. Wei Ying nodded and allowed Lan Zhan to carry him towards the bathroom.

After stripping wei ying off his clothes except for his glove, he settled the younger on the tub which was just getting filled up with water and walked outside to grab a fresh set of clothes for wei ying.

"Stay here."

Wei Ying nodded obediently and sinked down into the water which was still below his chest. Lan Zhan chucked the bath salts and shower gel inside the tub after he returned and waited for the disgusting stench to leave his body.