Untamed Feeling ( wangxian )

chapter one 🫰

This is my first bl ff and I need your time and support for this book.... I am a Wangxian fan who wanted to give some views about it so I trying to write about it in the form of a book...

Main character
- Wei wuxian (Wei Ying, Yiling patriarch)

- Lan wangji ( Lan zhan, Hanguang-jun)

Second main lead
- Lan Xichen
-Jiang Cheng

Third main lead
-Lan Sizhui (A-Yuan)
-Jin Ling

Other characters
Ouyang Zizhen
Wen Qing
Wen Ning
Nei huaisang
Nei mingjue
Wen Chao
Wen rouhan
Lan Qiren
Lan JingYi
Jiang Yanli
Jin zixuan
Jin guangyao
Jin guangshan
Jin zixun
Madam jin
Su she
Sect leader yao
Sect leader Ouyang

Others will be added according to the story ..

Let's start the story

WE Are From the FUTURE

Lan JingYi and Jin Ling slipped into Wei Wuxian's experiment room.

For an entire year, Wei Wuxian had been working on some "mysterious new invention," refusing to tell anyone what it was-even when asked directly. Naturally, everyone around him had grown painfully curious. Tonight, when he is busy nibbling his "cabbage", the juniors saw their chance..

Lan Sizhui followed behind them in distress. "JingYi, please don't touch anything... Baba will scold you. And you-Jin Ling-don't encourage him."

JingYi rolled his eyes,
"Sizhui, why are you acting like we're here to steal his invention? We're just looking. From afar! Calm down."

Jin Ling nodded solemnly. "Exactly. We aren't even going to breathe too close to anything."

Sizhui sighed, utterly unconvinced, and stepped inside after them. The room was... chaos, but the kind of chaos that belonged only to Wei Wuxian. Books stacked in towering, uneven piles. Talisman papers scattered like fallen leaves. Strange gadgets-half glowing, half buzzing-covered every table. Some items Sizhui recognized.
Some he didn't. All of them, however, were Wei Wuxian's inventions-tools he used during night-hunts or for the juniors' training.

Sizhui folded his hands in front of him, resigned.
"Please," he murmured, "just... don't break anything."

JingYi had already leaned forward with glowing eyes.
Jin Ling had already forgotten all promises and was reaching toward something shining red.

Sizhui knew, with his entire soul, that disaster was seconds away.

"Where did he keep it?" Jin Ling muttered, rummaging through piles of invention on the table with narrowed eyes.

Sizhui folded his arms. "If both of you can't find his invention, then we should leave the room before something explodes."

Lan JingYi whipped around immediately.
"What? Absolutely not! We already took the risk of sneaking in-why leave without even seeing the thing?"

Jin Ling nodded vigorously, determined.
"Exactly. We're already in trouble anyway, might as well make it worth it."

With that perfect logic, both boys dove back into their search.

Sizhui sighed... then reluctantly joined them, drifting toward the shelves rather than the messier tables. He began examining the other inventions laid out around the room:

A new version of ghost-tracking compass.
A magical net woven with talisman threads.
A handful of glowing spheres whose purpose he absolutely did not want to test.
Lamps that hummed faintly.
Flags that flickered with spiritual energy.