[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 1~]

[182.] Circumference.

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- Wanyin, you need to calm down already.  –   Zewu-Jun cooed.

Everybody had left the Hall, and they were alone now, hugging and sitting comfortably under one of the windows; Lan Huan had drawn his loved one into his body, taking his robe off and letting him snuggle between his legs and into his lap as much as it was now possible. Jiang Cheng was trying to disappear in this warm embrace, but he was already too big to do that; his back was aching from the prolonged sitting, and he was sniffing and huffing, unable to decide if he was annoyed, angry, or frustrated, or upset, or maybe all of them.

Finally, he decided to just lie down and put his head in Zewu-Jun's lap, noticing that Lan Xichen was having fun quite openly, observing him fussily trying to get comfortable on the cushions, among the pillows, unsuccessfully attempting to cuddle into him.

- Don't laugh! I hate this. I hate this, Huan!  I hate how he tricked me... How he touched me... Gods!!!  The worst thing of all is that he made me believe he was you...   -   he grumbled, brushing the last tears away.

- Mmmm.

Zewu-Jun frowned a little, caressing his face and his hair. He knew that he had to distract his husband from all this, so that they could move on, and he could regain his peace, and could rest, waiting for their child.

- Have you decided what to do with him?  –  he asked quietly.

- Hmmm.

Jiang Cheng didn't answer, but his hand reached out and took Lan Xichen's hand and brought it to his lips to kiss.

- I hurt you again, my love...  -  he sighed.

Zewu-Jun just shook his head and smiled.

- I would never hold it against you, husband. Actually, this talented young man fooled all of us. Do you believe his story? That he is in love with you?

Jiang Cheng went a little pale.

- I don't want to think about this any more. It doesn't matter any more. All that matters is you, Zewu-Jun... and our baby.   –  he murmured.

- Soon, beloved... Soon...

Their hands met on the baby bump and their fingers entwined. Lan Huan leaned in and whispered:

- Let us focus on the future, my love... We should let go of the past. I have learned this lesson the hard way. You need your peace and quiet, my love...

Jiang Wanyin smiled faintly and pulled him down more, closer, for a slow kiss.

- Never let me go, husband...  -  he exhaled.

- I am never letting you out of my sight, Wanyin... Never again. You will always see me... always know it's me... We will always be together. You will always be mine, kitten...  -  Lan Xichen growled low.

- Please... oh, please... Please, my love...  -  Sandu Shengshou begged, blushing.   –   It sounds like a dream, Huan... I want to belong only to you... Just you, husband... You are the only one... My love...

Zewu-Jun took him in his arms more, as much as was possible, and the next kiss was deeper, more passionate, drowned in moans and panting.

- I love you... so much...  -    he whispered, lost in the huge cat eyes, always unblinking, drinking him up, always following his every move.

- I love you... I will never tire of repeating it, Zewu-Jun...  -  Jiang Wanyin whimpered, feeling hot and dizzy   –  his husband always had this effect on him, and forever would.