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"Lan Zhan, talk to me, will you?"

Lan Wangji remained silent and he did not intend to talk to Wei Wuxian any sooner. He would not talk to Wei Wuxian any sooner!

Wei Wuxian knew that he had angered Lan Wangji and also that he had made him jealous. Although he did not regret his actions, g estill could not stand Lan Wangji not talking to him and ignoring him. So he said,

"Lan Zhan, I was just kidding. How could you take it seriously? I am sorry, alright?"

Lan Wangji finally calmed down. His tensed shoulders finally relaxed. He knew that Wei Wuxian would lot have done something romantic with anyone but he was a flirtatious guy so he just could not help but feel a little jealous despite his calm rules forbidding jealousy.

"Lan Zhan, I am sorry... Please forgive me!"

Lan WangJi exposed his lie mercilessly, "You do not feel any remorse."

Wei WuXian spoke as if he didn't have any dignity, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I can repeat it however many times you want me to. I can even say it while kneeling down."

Lan WangJi put his brush down. Wei WuXian thought that the other couldn't endure it any longer and finally wanted to beat him up. Just as he got ready to put on a goofy grin, he discovered that his upper and lower lips seemed like they were glued together, so he couldn't laugh.

His face quickly changed. He struggled to talk, "Mmph? Mmph mmph mmph!"

Lan WangJi closed his eyes and let out a faint breath of air. When he opened his eyes, the calm expression returned again. He picked up the brush again, as if nothing had happened. Wei WuXian had been aware of the hated silencing spell of the Lan Sect since long ago, and he refused to believe it. Yet, after making every effort, scratching the corners of his lips red, he still couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

And so, he grabbed a piece of paper, wrote as if his brush was flying, and threw the paper over, in which written as, "You fuddy-duddy! Take this, spell off!"

Lan WangJi glanced at it. "Pathetic," he responded, crumpling it into a ball and tossing it away.

Wei WuXian was so angry that he rolled around on the mat, climbed up, and wrote another one, slamming it in front of Lan Wangji. This time, it was written as, "Lan Zhan, be good."

Again, it was crumpled into a ball and tossed away.

This continued for a few more times before Wei Wuxian finally gave up and went back to copying rules. The silencing spell was only removed after he finished copying.

The next day, when he came to the Library Pavilion again, the balls of paper which landed everywhere were all taken out.

"Hey, Lan Zhan, did you clean up the library?" Wei Wuxian questioned.

"Mn."

"Er gege, you should have called me to help you."

"Wei Ying should copy the rules first." Lan Wangji reminded.

"Yeah, yeah... I should." Wei Wuxian whied, waking over to the other table and beginning his copying.

Wei WuXian had always forgot about the pain after the cut healed. Although, yesterday, he suffered greatly from the silencing spell, after a few moments, his mouth started to itch again. After recklessly speaking a few times, about how he have had some fun in Yunmeng with young beauties and how life had been wonderful there he was silenced once more. He couldn't open his mouth, so he scribbled on paper and pushed them to Lan WangJi, who crumpled it and threw it onto the ground. The same thing repeated like yesterday.

It wasn't that Lan Wangji did not Wei Wuxian was juts fooling around but he still could not stang Wei Wuxian with someone else. With anyone else!

He was silenced time after time. However, on the last day of him having to "face the wall and reflect," Lan WangJi noticed that Wei WuXian seemed somewhat different.

During his stay at Gusu, Wei Wuxian left his sword all around the place, and was never seen carrying it properly. Yet, he took it with him today, loudly slamming it onto the desk. He even went as far as to start writing without a word, contrasting his usual behavior of relentlessly harassing Lan WangJi in every way possible. He did not even greet Lan Wangji as usual. He was so obedient that it was strange.

Lan WangJi didn't have a reason to silence his husband as he did not tease him, so he took a few more glances at him, as if he didn't believe that Wei WuXian was finally willing to behave himself. As he had expected, after a short while of sitting down, Wei WuXian repeated his past conduct again, giving Lan WangJi a piece of paper for him to see.

Lan WangJi originally thought that it was going to be a mess of lame and teasing phrases again, but after a coincidental glimpse, he was surprised to find the drawing of a person, sitting upright and reading by the window, with a vividly realistic expression on his face. It was himself.

Seeing that he didn't avert his gaze at once, Wei WuXian curled his lips, and raised his eyebrow with a wink. No words were needed, since the meaning was plain to see—Does it look like you? Is it good?

Lan WangJi slowly spoke, hiding his blush under his usual stoic face, "You have spare time, yet you scribble instead of copy the text. In my opinion, the day of your release from this punishment will never come and we will never return to Yunmeng."

Wei WuXian blew on the ink which hadn't dried yet and spoke nonchalantly, "I already finished copying, so we will be going to Yunmeng!"

Lan WangJi's slender fingers seemed to have paused before flipping over the next yellow-tinted page. Wei Wuxian smiled and slumped down beside Lan Wangji.

"You have done copying?" Lan Wangji asked.

"Yep. My husband is so excited to go to my home. How can i not fulfil his wish?"

Surprisingly, Wei WuXian wasn't silenced. As he didn't provoke any reaction, Wei WuXian lightly threw the drawing, "It's yours."

During these days, the paper which Wei WuXian wrote on to curse him, cajole him, apologize to him, beg him, and other messy scribbles all ended up on the mat. He was used to it and didn't mind. But Lan Wangji minded it. He picked the drawing from the mat and placed it on the table, very carefully. Seeing Thai behavior of Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian suddenly added, "I forgot. I need to add something else."

After his words, he picked up the paper and his brush, and added a few strokes. He glanced at the drawing, then, the actual person, and fell toward the ground in laughter. Lan WangJi put down the book, and saw that Wei WuXian added a flower onto the drawing, where the side of his head was.

The corners of his lip seemed to have twitched. He blushed, his ears turning red but this time he could not hide it. It was evident.

Wei WuXian crawled up and spoke before him, "'Pathetic', right? I just know that you're gonna say pathetic. Can't you switch to something else? Or add another word to it?"

"Beautiful. Very beautiful. Thank you, Wei Ying."

Wei WuXian clapped his hands, his mouth open wide in utter shock and amazement. "So you really added another word to it. Thank you, Lan'er!"