Who You Are Book 2

Chapter 17 - Playful When Drunk

The chicken wing that Lan Jingyi was holding in his mouth plopped into his bowl, splattering the sauce onto the front of his clothes.

One single thought filled Wei Wuxian's mind—after Lan Wangji sobered up, he wouldn't ever have the face to look at others again.

Jin Ling was bewildered, "... What's he doing?"

Wei Wuxian, "Showing you guys a special way to use the Lan Sect's forehead ribbon."

Lan Sizhui, "What special way..."

Wei Wuxian, "When you find a really strange corpse and you feel that you should take it back to examine it properly, you can take off your forehead ribbon and bring it back like this."

Lan Jingyi blurted, "But you cannot do that! Our sect's forehead ribbon is..."

Lan Sizhui stuffed the chicken wing back into his mouth, "Oh, I see! I did not know that it can be used in such a way!"

Ignoring the strange looks that other people gave them, Lan Wangji dragged Wei Wuxian up the stairs.

He entered the room, turned around, closed the doors, latched them, and finally pushed the table over as though he wanted to block out an imaginary enemy.

Watching Lan Wangji hurry around, Wei Wuxian asked, "Are you gonna kill me here?"

Within the private room, there was a wooden screen, which separated the space inside the room into two halves. One half had a table and a few chairs for eating and chatting, while the other had a long bed and curtains for resting. After Lan Wangji dragged him to the other side of the screen, he forcefully pushed Wei Wuxian onto the bed.

...

"I don't think killing is on his mind," Wen Ruohan said, "I think he has something else on his mind."

"Don't you ever not think about stuff like that?" Wen Qing asked.

"Ughhhh?" Wen Ruohan found himself unable to answer.

"Why did I even bother asking?" Wen Qing mumbled.

...

Wei Wuxian's head knocked lightly against the wooden backing that was joined to the bed. He gave an offhand "ow" in exclamation as he thought, Is he gonna make me sleep again? It's not nine yet, is it?

Hearing the exclamation, Lan Wangji lifted the hems of his white robes and sat down elegantly on the bed, reaching out to feel Wei Wuxian's head. Although he was expressionless, his movements were extremely gentle, as though he was asking "did it hurt?"

As his hand felt around, Wei Wuxian's lips twitched, "It hurts a bit."

Hearing of his pain, a slight worrying expression finally formed over Lan Wangji's face. His hands were even gentler as he patted Wei Wuxian's shoulder as though to comfort him.

Wei Wuxian raised his wrists for him to see, "Why don't you let me go? Hanguang Jun, it's so tight that my hands are almost bleeding. It hurts so much! Take off the ribbon and let me go, okay? Okay?"

Lan Wangji covered his mouth at once.

Wei Wuxian, "Mn mnn mnnffff mnn mn mnfffnnnnn mnn mnnnnn mnn mnnn nfff mn nn, mnn nn mnn mnnfff mnnn mnnfff nnnff mnnn mnnff mnn nnf mn mnn mnff?!"