Wangxian Oneshots

Tipsy

Description:
When Lan Zhan accidentally eats some of Wei Ying's spicy food and instantly looks for a drink, water preferably. However, instead of picking up the drink he desired, he grabbed hold of the wrong cup.

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"My Lan Zhan looks so beautiful tonight, shining in the moonlight," Wei Ying softly said in the silence of the Jingshi, gazing lovingly at his husband's face. After hearing this, Lan Zhan's ears flushed pink, embarrassed at the sudden comment.

"Mmn," Lan Zhan hummed before taking a bite of the food that Wei Ying had cooked for them, spicy for himself and bland, nutritious food for his husband. Lan Zhan knew he was so lucky for having a husband that was willing to cook the food he liked, even though he himself hated it. He thanked the heavens everyday for how grateful he was that he had gotten the most perfect soulmate, no one could ever begin to compete against.

"Wait, Lan Zha..." Wei Ying tried to save his husband, but by the time he realised, it was too late. Lan Zhan turned to the other, a confused look on his face, until he felt the scorching burn in his tongue. His calm, composed expression faded slightly, realising that within the embarrassment, he had accidentally taken some of Wei Ying's food and ate it.

As quickly as he could, he picked up the cup nearest to him, downing the contents in one gulp. Wei Ying giggled slightly at the panic that was on his lover's face, knowing how much he hated spicy food. The shorter had always found Lan Zhan's dull tastebuds funny that seeing him react to just a little chilli, made his heart swell with love and laughter.

"My, my, even the great Hanguang-Jun can't handle a little spice," Wei Ying chuckled, seeing how his husband lost his peacefulness just from a single bite of his food that he consumed almost every day. However, the joy slightly faded when Wei Ying spotted that in Lan Zhan's hands was his cup and not the one filled with water, a smirk covering his mouth.

Lan Zhan soon realised this too, looking down at the cup with widened eyes after tasting something that was definitely not water.
"Drinking alcohol, what a bad example you're setting for the young disciples," the demonic cultivator teased with a giggle. He knew he drank alcohol, but he also knew that he was already a bad influence on the young disciples, so this wasn't hypocrisy.

Lan Zhan, however, couldn't respond as his eyes closed slowly and his head tipped towards the table. Just before he struck the surface, Wei Ying quickly placed his hand onto his husband's head, cushioning his fall. He couldn't have Lan Zhan asking why there was a bruise on his forehead in the morning, only for Wei Ying to exclaim that he had watched how his husband had hit the table hard. The look of sadness that would glaze over his eyes if he knew that his lover had purposely not caught him and watched how he injured himself accidentally, would make Wei Ying feel so guilty.

"My love, you must really pay attention more," he tutted jokingly, as he moved Lan Zhan's head so that it was placed onto the table softly instead of a sudden smack.

Wei Ying didn't know how long he had been sat there, head resting on his arms, staring at his husband's gorgeous face, but by the time he had snapped out of his daze, the other was staring right back at him. The demonic cultivator jumped at the surprise of seeing his husband's pretty golden eyes. How could he have been so lost within his soulmates beauty, that he didn't even realise that he was staring back at him?

"Oh my...Lan Zhan, you scared me," Wei Ying held his heart and caught his breath from the sudden fright. Lan Zhan's lips raised into a smile as he came closer towards his love. The other just sat there, stunned, still not used to seeing Lan Zhan's handsome smile.