Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agape
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the 30th of January
So, unlike Lan Xichen, Jiang Wanyin could barely sleep that night.
He finally gave it up at about 5 in the morning, and just turned around to gaze in the fragile darkness. His eyes soon adjusted to the dimness; there was weak moonlight coming in through the window, and Lan Huan's face looked pale, ghostly. But he slept, he slept deeply, and he dared not even touch him – he just stared.
Lying very still, he dreamt away.
He dreamt about the times when they would be married, and this? This here would be everyday life. Because right now this felt so special; he felt privileged to be so close to someone so exquisite.
Lan Xichen slept, but his ethereal beauty was not veiled by the darkest part of the day – the time before the dawn. The pale skin, the strong jawline, the fluttering thick eye-lashes, the full lips... Jiang Cheng wanted to bite it all, to drink it all, to love it all, to have this, greedily, undoubtedly, to grab, to possess. He was his.
He was his to have and hold.
It was definitely too much, it was hardly bearable to even just watch; he could not help himself and cuddled deep into the strong body – once again, Lan Huan was radiating heat.
Yes, this warmth was everything... He did not wake up, he just sighed, and Jiang Cheng smirked, pleased. Yet, too soon the alarm got off: it was 6 in the morning, and the shorter man bit his lips – it was still so very early... the sun was not up yet. His heart melted because the alarm was set to just vibration, no sound, and Lan Xichen had had the prudence and consideration to hide his phone under his pillow, as to muffle the noise as much as possible, and yet – to wake up in time; he could not afford to be late today of all days.
And Jiang Cheng's heart was melting, because this – all of this – meant that his lover hadn't wanted to wake him up in the morning, he had wanted him to sleep in.
Lan Xichen stirred slowly, probably still quite tired, but moved to get out of bed carefully, removing the smaller boy from his embrace too cautiously. This time Jiang Cheng was determined to play a role till the end, and pretend he was asleep all the time. He so didn't want his loved one to worry... No, not today of all days.
So he just grunted a little, lying flat on his belly, but his eyes were half-shut, and he observed the room, everything that was happening now. He watched, slightly blushing, as Lan Huan took off all his night clothes, and just waltzed into the bathroom stark naked. He watched him get ready, comb his long hair, put it into the familiar pony-tail again, get his shirt, his suit, carefully chosen in advance, and also thoroughly discussed with Estella a couple of days ago, put it all on, and head downstairs, extremely quietly, to get a cup of coffee and meet Brent for early breakfast, and talk the details of the day with him, most probably.
Jiang Cheng could breathe now. He turned to lie on his back, and listened, but the house was absolutely quiet – those two knew the secret as to how to make zero noise somehow. He was still sulking a little, because he truly wanted the dumb blond gorilla to go and accompany Lan Huan today, but the young lawyer had been adamant. Brent was to stay at home with him.
Home.
It was so strange.
He had never considered any other house he and A-Li had ever lived in as "home". But now... He had no trouble whatsoever to consider this ugly monstrosity of a mansion a true home to return to. And it was all A-Huan's fault.
