〽️👁‍🗨 Chapter 191: *Pout*||*Sulk*. 🔞 [TW](Part 2)

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Corresponding chapter in WangXian: Trial And Error: [Ire.]


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Jiang Wanyin shuddered, despite the fact that there wasn't too much space for him to shudder; he was being held very tight, and he was grateful.

Yes, this was exactly what he wanted. What he needed.

- You... you...  -  he gasped, but never gave up. Lan Xichen was waiting patiently for him, although it was almost noon.  –  You... probably think... I am... so... stupid... so...so...

- Spit it out. Do it!

 Do it!

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- Huan...  -  he whimpered, he really hated being scolded like this. But he  –  he himself  –  had started it all.

Damn. 

He was a bigger brat than the damned Wangji! 

Dammit!

Now he spoke fast, totally breathless, in a hurry to share everything before he passed out  –  he was far too certain he was going to, and soon.

- Huan... Huan... You don't under-stand... how much it hurts... it hurts... to be without you... and you... you... so cruel... giving so much time... so much... to your... fucking bro-ther... and fucking Wei... fucking... Wuxian... uh... I... why would you... speak to... him... him... so of-ten... w-w-why... I... it is... such a waste... a waste of ti-me... waste of your time... and it's... it's such a cri-me... I miss... you... you... are... all... I can... I can think... about... Ughhh... I hate... him... I hate... th-em... I hate... I want...

Jiang Cheng's lungs started wheezing scarily, but Lan Huan did not let go this time. This time it had to be more intense  –  his lover needed more.

He hated this. 

There was so much unnecessary risk that he was getting goosebumps, every time. Had it been Mikey, he wouldn't even have flinched. Mike was strong and sturdy, trained and also  –  uncaring about death. 

But this lover... he was... delicate... gentle...

For one awful, distracted second he wondered which one had higher pain threshold. Both, undoubtedly were freakishly resilient to pain, but... which one... would survive... something... extreme. 

Extreme. 

In bed.


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