[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 1~]

[66.] The arrows at your feet.

The housekeeper entered the Hall to see her Masters staring at each other lovingly. She had been standing near the door, in case she might be needed, and had heard everything. 

Now, proud of her Master, she was beaming.

- Zewu-Jun, would the Masters need anything?  –  she asked, bowing low.

- My love?  -  Lan Xichen asked his husband first, but Jiang Cheng just shook his head, still very much speechless, and deeply in love.

- Well then. I think we will just have our breakfast in peace, finally. Please, bring us fresh tea. I think we might spend the day unpacking birthday presents. Today is a day for rest.  –  he smiled gently, caressing Sandu Shengshou's face with his long slender fingers.  –  What say you, Wanyin, my dearest?

- Anything, Zewu-Jun... As long as I am with you, I do not care... Anything for you, husband...  -  he murmured softly, dreamily.

- Kitten...  -  Lan Xichen leaned in to kiss his lips again.

The housekeeper left them. It was good to see Zewu-Jun happy again.

***

- Did you really do this for me, husband?  -  Jiang Cheng murmured. –  I still think I am dreaming...

- I promised you, my little one.  –  Lan Xichen smiled philosophically.  –  I will always protect you. In the end, it is a matter of honor too.

- But now... Now both your brother and your uncle are against... this... us. –  he said sadly.

- It might be. But I am not alone.  –  Zewu-Jun pulled him in his embrace.  –  You are my home, Wanyin... Never forget it.

- I love you, Zewu-Jun... It is so amazing. I really do.  -  Jiang Wanyin whispered in his chest, sinking in his warm clothes.

- That is all that matters, my love. All that really matters to me. –  Lan Huan lifted his flushed face and stared into the large watery eyes.  –  Your job now is to rest and be calm. I will do my best to make you happy, my pretty.

- Huan...  -  Jiang Cheng whispered, getting lost in that voice, in the strong arms. –  Are you a dream...? Am I in Heaven...? How is it that I am so happy?

- My love... My life...

Lan Xichen closed his eyes and pressed his lips to his husband's gently, breathing in his scent, holding him closer, tighter. Jiang Wanyin sighed deeply and opened his mouth to let him in, to have him tasting him fully. It was a deep, slow kiss, as both of them were enjoying each other's body heat, feeling each other fully, every touch, every body movement, every breath; nothing else mattered.

Jiang Cheng had never kissed another, but he knew he was lucky. He had never thought he could ever lose himself so completely in a single kiss  –  he was yearning for those kisses as he was yearning for air. The kisses that Zewu-Jun had had in his life before he got married had all been secret, stolen, quick, fearful. He didn't quite remember them  –  he rather remembered how frustrated he was, how worried that someone would know, that he would get caught doing something so deeply forbidden. 

Now he loved kissing that delicate mouth that was always, always ready for him, always willing, surrendering fully, showing him love and devotion without fail, every single time.

They were letting the food grow even colder as none wanted to let go of the other, but in the end, as actually lunchtime was approaching, the housekeeper came to announce that the servants will be bringing their presents in, so that they could open them and enjoy them. 

Much to her pleasure, Sandu Shengshou said:

- Huan, please let her stay and help us open the boxes? Please? This woman has been very loyal to me, and very helpful in the last days. And I appreciate it.  –  he bowed his head lightly, looking at her face, and she in return bowed low to her new Master whom she started to like more and more.

- I agree. As you wish, dear. You should be resting anyway. And this here servant deserves praise and presents. –  Zewu-Jun smiled and waved his hand, letting her know that she had freedom to proceed.

- Thank you, Master. Zewu-Jun.  –   she bowed again, smiling and very proud of the praise.

Jiang Cheng was sitting at Lan Xichen's feet, reclining back, comfortable between his legs, looking up from time to time, begging for a kiss. He now was having quite a lot of fun, observing the servants bringing packets and boxes, and the housekeeper untying and opening every single one, frowning and compartmentalizing them subconsciously.

- Masters, most of this stuff is totally useless!  –  she exclaimed at one point.

Zewu-Jun laughed heartily.

- You can keep whatever you like! I am serious.

She looked up, amazed, looking at the one, and then at the other. She had thought that Zewu-Jun was joking, but  Sandu Shengshou nodded too, smiling.

- Thank you, Masters. Ahh... What will you do with so many arrows...  -  she mumbled. –  I have never seen Zewu-Jun shoot an arrow in his life!!!