NOTE:
Ummm, maybe 🔞? I personally don't think so, but be warned: some explicit content ahead.
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- Guys? Come on, guys! You've been in there for an hour now! COME ON!!! I need to take a shower!
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- Has San Ji always been so annoying?
- Mhmmmm.
- Should we let him in?
- Stop grinning like that! I don't care.
Lan Huan sat up a little bit in the bath-tub and shouted:
- Come in, honey! We don't bite! Oh, wait! I do bite! And Wanyin bites too! Ummm...
- Shut up, Huan! Shut up already!!!
San Ji had been waiting for them to come out of the bathroom, but they never did. It was midnight already, and he just could not wait any longer. Pouting a little now, he entered, trying not to peek.
- Umm... - he started. – I...
- You can take a shower, darling. We won't be in the way. I promise. – Lan Huan crooned now, and winked at him playfully.
- I don't get you. – the young cook mumbled, now actually daring to finally take a look at them.
They were both lying down in the bath, A-Cheng was literally lying all over Lan Xichen, but he didn't seem to mind. Neither even flinched when he entered the bathroom, and he found this disturbing. Or maybe it was a sign of something more serious. Both of them actually looked quite serious, despite Lan Xichen's attempts at joking.
- I really don't get you! You spend so much time together! It's like... weird! You don't spend so much time with you siblings even! – he protested now.
- Sorry, darling. – Lan Huan grinned at him, kissing the top of Jiang Wanyin's wet hair. – We will be outta here within a month, probably. It will all be over very soon. I promise!
Jiang Cheng looked up at him with love, and hid his face into his neck again.
- It's been a tough day, darling. – Lan Huan added now, staring right up at San San's misty glasses. – We need some time together. We just do. But you remind me to call my Di. And Wanyin will call A-Li too! I promise! I will make sure of it! – he chirruped now.
- Assholes...
Jiang Wanyin wasn't too happy of having to endure another phone call with his sister, who, basically, always told him that he was ruining his life, his health, and his future, living the way he did. Lately, she had become even more explosive and emotional, and he wondered how that could even be possible.
San Ji rolled his eyes, and pulled the curtain dividing the shower and bath-tub section of the room, so that he could take his shorts off.
As soon as the water started hitting the floor, they started talking. Which was strange, because they had spent the last hour in silence, in simple togetherness, each sinking in his own thoughts.
- Did you like him? I think he might just do.
- I didn't! He looks like the pig too much! I don't trust him!
- But, baby, we need someone. It will be just for a month. The case should be over by the end of February, I'm sure. And I wanna get married soon.
- I... Ugh...
