(END)Wei wuxian is back but something is wrong

A Week Later

The days passed quietly.

After purifying the ribbon, nothing unusual happened. The eerie whispers faded. The strange warmth disappeared.

Wei Wuxian expected something—a lingering curse, a vengeful spirit, anything—but there was… nothing.

At least, not from the ribbon.

But Lan Wangji…

Lan Wangji was acting strange.

At first, it was subtle.

A slight tension in his shoulders. The way his fingers tightened around his teacup whenever she got too close. How he seemed to hold his breath whenever she touched him, even just brushing against his sleeve.

Wei Wuxian noticed.

And the more she teased, the worse it got.

By the time a full week had passed, Lan Wangji was cracking.

The Breaking Point

It happened one evening, just as they were settling into their new inn.

Wei Wuxian stretched lazily, arching her back as she flopped onto the bed.

— Ahhh, finally! I swear, my shoulders are so sore—

She trailed off.

Because Lan Wangji was staring at her.

Not his usual calm, unreadable stare.

This was different.

His eyes were darker, his breath slightly uneven, his fingers curled into tight fists at his sides.

Wei Wuxian blinked.

— Lan Zhan?

Lan Wangji inhaled sharply and looked away, jaw clenched.

— Rest.

His voice was lower than usual. Tense.

Wei Wuxian’s lips curled into a slow grin.

Oh. Ohhhh.

— Lan Zhan, — she purred, rolling onto her stomach. Are you feeling alright? You look a little…

She trailed her fingers along the sheets, watching his reaction.

Lan Wangji stiffened.

Wei Wuxian’s grin widened.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Certainly! Here's a more intimate continuation that stays respectful to the characters and their relationship:

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The Moment Between Them

The room was quiet, save for the sound of their breath. Lan Wangji had Wei Wuxian pinned beneath him, his eyes darkened with something different—something unspoken, yet powerful. His grip on her wrists wasn’t harsh, but it was firm, as though he needed the connection to hold himself back, even as the distance between them narrowed.

Wei Wuxian's heart was racing, the intensity of the moment washing over her like a wave. She could feel every inch of him pressed against her, and for the first time in a long while, the teasing, playful energy between them shifted into something more profound—something raw.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

— Lan Zhan, — Wei Wuxian whispered, her voice thick with emotion. What do you want from me?

Lan Wangji’s gaze softened for a fleeting second, and his grip on her wrists loosened just enough for her to feel the tension in his arms. But the quiet was quickly broken by his voice—low, strained.

— You.

Wei Wuxian’s breath caught in her throat.

— Me?

Lan Wangji’s eyes never left hers as he slowly shifted, his movements controlled, but there was an undeniable urgency in every step. His hand brushed her hair back, his touch almost reverent, as though he were memorizing the feeling of her skin beneath his fingertips.

— Always you, — he murmured, leaning down to kiss her forehead gently, a stark contrast to the intensity of his earlier actions.

Wei Wuxian’s heart fluttered, the emotions swirling inside her, filling every space between them. She raised her hands, touching his face, feeling the smoothness of his skin, the warmth that had always been so familiar yet felt so new now.

The kiss came slow, hesitant at first, but as their lips met, it deepened—more urgent, more longing. It was a silent confession, a release of everything they had been holding back.

Their worlds collided in that kiss, and for the first time, they were truly together, not as the stoic and the carefree, but as two souls intertwined in a single moment of vulnerability and connection.