Lan Zhan sighed. For the fifth time this afternoon, Wei Wuxian was counting worriedly.
His forehead got more and more cloudy with each one of his husband's minute changes of expression. The minor sect leaders were especially whiny and difficult today.
Lan Zhan sighed again. Wei Wuxian scowled. His husband was overworked and tired. Wei Wuxian could only help that much with official Chief Cultivator business.
That was it. He made his decision.
He stood up abruptly and tugged at Lan Zhan's hand. His husband followed.
"Wei Ying?" he asked, bewildered.
"We are going on a vacation!" Wei Wuxian informed.
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The Untamed - book of drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles/ficlets from the world of The Untamed and Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation on various themes. Lately, I wanted to try improving my writing so I picked up several drabble and ficlets challenges. This is my first attempt at...
