Despite everything, that night, the two didn't immediately get the chance to 'try'. Lan WangJi first had to see and and talk to Lan XiChen, who had been in secluded meditation for a while.
These days, Wei WuXian adopted a strange habit. He liked to sleep on top of Lan WangJi's body, no matter lying on him or clinging to his chest face-to-face. Anyhow, without this human pillow, he wasn't able to sleep. Shamelessly, he turned the jingshi upside-down, and did indeed manage to dig out some things.
Lan WangJi had been prim and proper with everything he did, ever since he was young. His calligraphy, paintings, and essays were all extremely organized, ordered by year. Wei WuXian started from the handwriting practice he did when he was young, laughing as he flipped through them with relish. He'd feel his teeth ache every time he saw Lan QiRen's red comments. But, even after thousands of pages, he only found one piece of paper with a mistake on it. Afterwards, Lan WangJi used another piece of paper to copy with all seriousness the mistaken character a hundred times. Wei WuXian clicked his tongue, Poor kid. He probably didn't even recognize the character after so much copying.
He was going to continue flipping through these old, yellowing pages when a faint light lit up amid the darkness outside the Jingshi.
He didn't hear footsteps, but Wei WuXian skilfully rolled onto Lan WangJi's bed, hauling the blanket from his feet up to his head. When Lan WangJi gently pushed the door open and entered, what he saw was the illusion that the person inside the room was sleeping soundly.
Lan WangJi's motions were absolutely noiseless in the first place. Seeing that someone was already 'asleep', he held back his breathing and slowly shut the Jingshi's door. After a moment of silence, he finally approached the bed.
Before he even got near, his entire upper body was wrapped into a flying blanket.
Lan WangJi, "..."
Wei WuXian leaped down, tightly hugging Lan WangJi whose entire head was covered, and pushed him onto the bed, "Rape!"
Lan WangJi, "..."
Wei WuXian's hands vulgarly touched and fumbled around his body, yet Lan WangJi still lay as quiet as dead, letting him do whatever he pleased. Wei WuXian lost interest just a while later, "HanGuang-Jun, why don't you even resist a bit? If you're just lying there not even moving, what's the fun of me raping you?"
Lan WangJi's muffled voice came through the blanket, "What do you want me to do?"
Wei WuXian advised, "When I hold you down, you're gonna push me and not let me get on top of you, and squeeze your legs together and struggle as hard as you can, at the same time scream for help..."
Lan WangJi, "Making noise is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses."
Wei WuXian, "Then you can call for help lightly. And also, when I rip your clothes apart, you should try your best to resist and protect your chest."
The blanket was silent for a while.
A moment later, Lan WangJi replied, "It sounds rather difficult."
Wei WuXian, "Really?!"
Lan WangJi, "Mn."
Wei WuXian, "I'm out of ideas, then. How about we change things up and you rape me instead..."
Before he finished, his view spun and the blankets flew off. Lan WangJi had already pushed him onto the bed.
Because he was smothered inside the blanket by Wei WuXian for quite a while, even his eternally-neat hair tie and forehead ribbon were somewhat crooked. His hair was somewhat disheveled, a few strands dangling down, and his originally jade-white cheeks shone through with soft pink. Under the candlelight, he was quite the bashful beauty. Unfortunately, though, the beauty's arm strength was absurdly great, firmly locked around Wei WuXian like clamps of iron as he begged, "HanGuang-Jun, HanGuang-Jun, to forgive is a virtue."
