Lan WangJi walked closer and gave him the jars of Emperor's Smile. Jars in his arm, Wei WuXian walked inside. To his back, Lan WangJi shook his head, though his gaze was softer than ever. Lan XiChen glanced at him, "You took them from your room?"
Lan WangJi nodded.
Lan XiChen, "It is best... if you do not touch liquor again. Be careful not to have what happened back then happen again."
His eyes landed on the clothes beside Lan WangJi's collarbones. Lan WangJi looked down as well, at where the center of his chest was, "It will not happen again."
Lan XiChen forced a smile. He sighed right after.
After Lan XiChen went away, Lan WangJi walked inside and gently closed the door behind him. Wei WuXian took off the covers of the jars as he continued to think about the stories of Lan An, the founder of the GusuLan Sect, and QingHeng-Jun, The GusuLan Sect really is a strange sect. Although the founder was a monk and its style is so orthodox, it really... raises many romantics.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the other descendent of the GusuLan Sect in the room.
Lan WangJi was reading a book, his head down. A paper lantern was on the corner of the desk. Against the soft light of the fire, his face was even more like a piece of fine jade. Even his indifferent expression and his light eyes seemed to have been glazed a shade warmer. He was so beautiful that it seemed unreal. Caught by the moment, Wei WuXian was somehow entranced. Involuntarily, he inched closer.
Lan WangJi looked up, asking, "What?"
Wei WuXian immediately returned to himself, "Nothing. Your bookmark looks quite pretty."
Lan WangJi's bookmark was a dried flower in a light shade. It had been kept with much care, its color as vibrant ever. The petals and the veins were so delicate that it seemed to be alive. Between pages, it let off a soft aroma. Wei WuXian picked out the bookmark and asked, "Herb peony?"
Lan WangJi, "Mn."
Wei WuXian played with the bookmark in his hands before giving it back to him, "Your brother received quite a big shock."
With care, Lan WangJi put the dried herb peony back into the book. He shut the pages, "Now that he has found the evidence, he will not tolerate this."
Wei WuXian, "Of course. He's your brother after all."
No matter how close of a relationship Lan XiChen and Jin GuangYao had, he was still from the GusuLan Sect and had his own principles.
Wei WuXian opened one jar of liquor, The time before the last time Lan Zhan was drunk, he answered honestly that he's never had the Emperor's Smile in his room before. Then why did he hide them? He couldn't have been saving them just for me, could he? It's a bit shameless if I think about it this way. Speaking of it, should I apologise for the whole thing with the forehead ribbon? After all I've played with it so many times already. What if he's so embarrassed that he gets mad and kicks me out of here? No matter what, I've fooled around so much and he hasn't gotten angry at all, clearly his self-restraint is getting better and better. I'm sure that even if I fool around some more he won't get angry. No, I shouldn't ask him. How about I just pretend that I don't know what the forehead ribbon means. Then, next time, I'll be able to pull it again on purpose. If he gets mad, I'll pretend to be innocent and say that I didn't know. Ignorance isn't a sin...
Wei WuXian was feeling quite pleased with himself. Lan WangJi asked, "What happened?"
He turned around with a serious expression, "Nothing. I'm in a good mood." Not paying attention, he opened a jar, picked it up, and swallowed a gulp of it before suddenly spitting it out with a pfft.
