"Why am i here?"
Lan sizhui and Lan Jingyi gulped looking at their Senior Mo's cold gaze.
It was quite scary.
But, Lan Sizhui observed, that he looked a lot better than before. The medics had told them that Senior was better and would probably be awake today. This was why they decided to come wake him up for breakfast.
But to receive such a response, the juniors were very baffled.
Moving his arms in an up and down manner, Lan Sizhui began to speak.
"Ah- Senior Mo? Please calm down. We were the ones who bought you here"
Wei wuxian's gaze sharpened.
"I asked why"
"Because you had fallen unconscious, and needed help! So hanguang-jun ordered us to bring you here"
Jingyi spoke, hoping to calm him down by telling him how the caring hanguang-jun brought him here. He was getting kind of scared of their Senior's gaze. Of course, if anyone asks, he would deny it.
But, Wei wuxian looked furious. His face going slack, with only the slight furrow of his eyebrows showing off any kind of emotion.
It's was surprising how a single eyebrow told could make someone look so- so terrifying.
Wei wuxian began to speak.
"And I'm supposed to believe that this- home, is a medical ward?..."
"What? No this isn't a medical ward."
Puffing out his chest and crossing his arms, Lan Jingyi spoke.
"This is Hanguang-jun's home."
His very aura radiated 'be grateful'. Wei wuxian found that very annoying.
With stiff shoulders and a tight expression, Wei wuxian ordered.
"Get out."
"Excuse me? Senior Mo?"
".... Get out. I would like some privacy."
"Ah, alright. Please excuse us."
The juniors bowed and left the room.
Sigh
Letting out a deep sigh, Wei wuxian stood up. Since he had been stationary for a while, his feet were quite wobbly. Gripping onto the bed for support, Wei wuxian made his way towards the small table near the bed.
This was the place where all of his possessions were placed.
"My seals, the pouches.... Alright."
Counting down, Wei wuxian checked to make sure all of his items were still here.
This was because, most of his possessions were related to demonic cultivation.
Even the make shift quakin pouch he made to keep Mo Xuanyu's items were made with demonic cultivation.
'The lan's could very well take it as it wasn't something anyone had made before. And steal my things, claiming it's for research.'
While checking, Wei wuxian noticed his clothes to be missing.
'it is because they thought it was dirty? Did they throw it? Or send it for wash?'
But, there was another possibility if one were to think far enough.
'what, don't tell me they actually think my robes would be related to demonic cultivation?'
Sigh
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