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

[71.] All the pretty boys, all the pretty girls.

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- Do you want me, Zewu-Jun?  –  he whispered feverishly.

- Every second. All the time.  –  Lan Xichen said breathlessly.

- Will you still want me if I'm with child...? When I get... fat...and... unattractive... and...  -  Jiang Cheng almost sobbed.

He remembered his Shìjiè's months of pregnancy; he was the one who stayed with her almost all the time, watching her change, amazed and scared, wondering if he ever wanted to go through all this torture. 

Now he was still wondering if that was to happen to him  –  would he be able to endure at all. Yet, he was sure that, hadn't it been for Lan Huan, he would never have done it for anyone else in the world. It was far too painful.

- Wanyin... Don't you know me...? At all? Darling...  -  Lan Xichen mumbled, disappointed.

- I do... But when you call me  pretty... I...

Zewu-Jun bit his lip. His husband was hiding his face, shivering. He realized that he had to assure him that the things he feared the most were insignificant in his eyes.

- Listen to me, Wanyin.  –  he lifted his face up, staring seriously in the tearful eyes.  –  There are prettier boys than you. There are also prettier girls than you, Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Wanyin's face was now distorted by utter misery. 

But Lan Xichen had to say this; he went on:

- However, I am not with any of them. I am with you. I have confessed my love only to you. Only you, my sweetheart, just you  –  in all my life, in all the land. Why do you still doubt me? Aren't we married, Jiang Cheng? How can I prove to you... how can I show you how much I love you, Sandu Shengshou?  Tell me, little one?  –  he murmured gently.

- No... No need for proof... Zewu-Jun... I just... I cannot help all these emotions... It's just... overwhelming... I am so scared... I have no one now.  –  he sobbed.

- You have me.  –  Lan Xichen said carefully.  –  I am your husband. I belong to you, darling. And you belong to me.

- It's so good when you say this, Huan...  -  Jiang Cheng whispered, wiping his tears away. He looked up at him desperately. –  I want you to love me the most. I want you to love me too much. I wish you loved me  just as much as I love you, Zewu-Jun...  Because I love you more than myself...

These words lit a fire in Lan Huan's belly. 

His mouth was suddenly so very close to Jiang Wanyin's ear and he said huskily:

- I want you, husband... Right now... I want to make love to you... In this very moment... Let me show you just how much, Wanyin... What say you?

Jiang Cheng nodded, a little scared. Lan Xichen looked ravenous, impatient and hungry, like a wolf.

- I... I don't know if we should... I mean...  -  he stuttered. They expected the doctor for a check-up in a couple of days still.

- I understand.  –  Zewu-Jun nodded too.

And before Jiang Cheng could even blink, he found himself being carried, safe in his husband's arms  –  Lan Xichen took him straight to the bedroom, ignoring all inquiries about dinner that his housekeeper had for him. 

She shook her head, frowning, watching them stare at each other lovingly, and disappear in the master bedroom.