NOTE !!!!
All possible Trigger Warnings you can imagine. I really think you should not read this, unless you are at least 18 years old. Maybe even 25.
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Also, with the bonus smut scene, this chapter is 9984 words in length.
Choose to read, or not.
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This chapter is in reference to
Chapter 27 - Lan Xichen's Birthday Party. (Part 2)🔞 [!TW!]
Chapter 84 - Blowjob Blackmail. 🔞 [!TW!]
Chapters 134/135/136 - Cruelty. {🔞?} [!TW!] // Video Kill. [!TW!] // The King Of My Castle. 🔞
- of the current book.
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Corresponding chapters in WangXian: Trial And Error:
[Disco-Time.][5]
[= Heart ‖ Lock =] [TW]
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He grinned and took her hand, and took her in his arms, and swirled her madly around now – for a dance of imaginary waltz, which didn't match with the obstinately continuing rave music either. She was laughing, having too much fun, and perhaps grateful that she wasn't being asked to strip. The pseudo-angel wings didn't quite fit the waltzing either.
Jiang Cheng though he was going to be sick. He was observing the ridiculous scene with disgust, watching the waitress bring in the food and the drinks too, smiling and nodding her head in approval at the rich-men's fun-time.
The bartender cast a look at the birthday boy, and now that was at least a little amusing: Lan Wangji looked as if he was going to murder somebody for real. He was grabbing hard at his hilarious nonalcoholic beer bottle as if he was strangling the neck of his one mortal enemy.
Smirking a little, partially pleased, he crossed the room, avoiding the chaotic idiots, giggling in the middle of it, and sat heavily next to Lan Wangji.
The blond boy glared at him with something close to hatred.
- What do you want, punk? – he hissed.
Jiang Cheng ignored that remark, looking a little bored, and a little thoughtful. Then he leaned in towards him, almost startling him, and mumbled:
- Do you think they like them? The girls? Do you think Huan likes that girl?
Lan Zhan blinked, stunned. He had never thought about this, even for a second.
- Isn't he with you? Or am I missing something? – he grumbled.
- He is. – Jiang Cheng accentuated on the short reply, but still put a strand of his long hair behind his ear nervously, trying not to blush.
- This means he likes you. Why would he like another? – Lan Wangji scoffed, seeing zero logic in this premise.
- I... I dunno. – Jiang Wanyin bit his lips. – Sometimes... when I see him so happy with someone else, it feels like... it's all been just a dream. Like I am an... impostor. Like it is unreal that he loves me... I am... constantly... painfully... jealous. - he sighed, not too sure why he was confiding in this asshole in particular. – Do you know what I mean?
