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Lan Xichen of the Gusu Clan and Jiang Cheng from the Yunmeng Jiang Clan are forced to get married by their families. And as both Jiang Cheng's siblings are already married - he is the only option left for the old Master Lan Qiren. But he has been...
- Brother, you have to talk to him! – Wei Wuxian cried.
He was sitting at the edge of the bed – it was one of those days when Jiang Cheng could not get up at all. He was lying very still, looking very small, looking like a pale girl. He shook his head, and his eyes wandered off.
- He won't look at me any more. He won't speak to me any more. I am sure he thinks I am hideous.
- A-Cheng, how can you say that! How can you think that! Zewu-Jun loves you, I have seen it! – Wei Ying frowned. – There is something else, but only you can talk to him about it. You two are married, Jiang Wanyin! – he exclaimed.
- Please, leave me be. – he said weakly. – Let it go, Wei Wuxian.
- How can I?!? – Wei Ying scoffed. – You are dying! In front of my very eyes! When was the last time you ate well?
- I can't say.
- And sleep? When was the last time you slept well?
- I don't know... - Jiang Cheng said weakly.
- And the last time you two had sex? This is important too! – Wei Ying pouted.
- I don't remember. Please, leave. - Jiang Cheng's large eyes were brimming with tears.
- A-Cheng! Talk to him today! If you don't – I will definitely talk to him tomorrow, and I will be bringing my sword to the talks! – Wei Wuxian grunted and stormed out of the room.
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Sandu Shengshou spent the day gathering all his courage to do as his brother told him to – he knew that Wei Wuxian was serious this time.
In the evening, Lan Xichen came to bed very late again, he was waiting for him, flushed but ready. He watched him take off his clothes, but he never undressed fully lately - always leaving his shirt on. Jiang Cheng was upset to see this – he really loved cuddling into him, stroking and kissing his naked skin.
All this seemed like memories from a million years ago now.
- Zewu-Jun? Can we talk? – he asked quietly.
- Maybe tomorrow, darling. I am really tired. – Lan Huan turned his back to him, ready to fall asleep.
- Can you at least tell me... what I did wrong? - Jiang Wanyin's voice broke. – Why do you hate me now? – he whimpered.
- What?! – Lan Xichen turned around sharply. – Who told you this thing? Wanyin?
- Should anyone be telling me? I have eyes. I have ears. I can see that you don't want to be with me any more.
- Nonsense. It is just the hormones, darling. Please, go to sleep. – Lan Huan relaxed back on the pillows.
- Should I be sleeping in another bedroom, Zewu-Jun? – desperate, Jiang Cheng reached out and touched his shoulder.
- Don't touch! Don't touch me! – Lan Huan hissed, moving away sharply, as if licked by the flames of another fire.
- I see.
Jiang Cheng's eyes were so overflowing with tears that he barely saw where he was walking, but he managed to get out of bed, and – ignoring the cold – crossed the yard and went knocking on the housekeeper's door, ordering her to prepare a separate bedroom for him straight away.
Lan Xichen was too shocked at first; gaping, he helplessly watched his husband take his clothes and move to another room. It was as if something had grabbed his heart and was squeezing maliciously, because he had no energy to stop him, he couldn't even speak a single word to try to stop him.
The housekeeper did not comment on any of it, but when she came to the master bedroom to feed the fire one last time, she looked at him with such reproach that he blushed, ashamed.
It was his turn to spend the night crying.
His heart was breaking; he was losing his one true love.
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