WangXian Forever Book 8

Chapter 2 Footsteps

Wei Ying liked going for walks.

The problem was, these days he was feeling tired, and yet because it was spring outside the Jingshi and he had never been one for staying indoors, his restlessness was growing.

And the other problem, the one Lan Zhan was avoiding talking to him about was also preying on his mind. He just had to find a way to get Lan Zhan to agree.

Lan Zhan...his wonderfully sweet husband who had resorted to bringing back work to their home so they could still be together, was currently sitting at their table and signing off on documents.

Wei Ying was watching him from their bed, lying down.

This, he could hate with a passion.

Beds were either for sleeping in or...other stuff. But lying down and doing absolutely nothing was possibly the worst waste of time in his book.

Lan Zhan called it resting, but Wei Ying had plenty of other names to call it, dying-of-boredom being the least colourful.

"Do you sometimes feel like...I dunno...like something is going to happen?" He asked, absent-mindedly.

He was flat on his back with his eyes closed, hands clasped and resting behind his head, while one leg lay over his other, kind of lolling around.

A warm hand was placed on his forehead almost immediately.

Silver eyes snapped open to look into worried golden ones, eyes which straight up flickered with something...before the shutters came down. Lan Zhan was a master of hiding his thoughts, and Wei Ying didn’t want to go looking into places that wished to be kept hidden, otherwise he would have used their mental connection before.

"I've been begging for your attention all this time...and all it took was a random comment?" He whispered.

"Wei Ying has all of my attention, all of the time...he does not have to beg in this..." implying that Lan Zhan liked it when he begged for other stuff. "How are you feeling?"

His deep baritone never failed to make Wei Ying shiver.

"I'm alright...just bored out of my mind."

To prove it, Wei Ying quick as a snake, curled his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck and brought their lips together.

Searching, exposing, looking for all the places that made Wei Ying sigh into his mouth, when Lan Zhan could believe that this...this was everything. Kissing his husband meant more to him than anything else, hands down.

This gentle affection, the love that could not be contained spilled out of both of them, nurturing and wholesome like a warm blanket. Again and again their lips met in the sweetest of kisses, a sugar high that could not be found anywhere else.

Lan Zhan breathed in deeply, trying not to let that stale tang cause his features to change, but he really wanted the old simple lotus flower smell to return...not this unfresh and cloying scent, the one that reminded him that there was something wrong with his Wei Ying.

It wasn’t fair...whatever this was.

It weighed upon his heart like a stone, at the back of his every thought like a shadow, black and foreboding.

All he could do was stay helplessly by Wei Ying’s side and watch his condition deteriorate, day by day. Wei Ying was staying awake for only around eight hours now, and not all of them by day. But lately, this lethargy was taking its toll on him, making him think up other types of talismans to escape from his boredom.

"Can we go for a walk?" Wei Ying said, when their lips parted.

He looked dazed and well-kissed.

"Mn." Lan Zhan fetched their coats.