Lan Wangji, 28 years old the CEO of Lan Enterprises, received a message from an unknown number. They connect with each other, become friends, and eventually boyfriends.
Wei Wuxian a 22 years old boy did not know who he was talking to but fell for t...
"Wahhhhhkkkkkkkkkk WHAT IS THIS?" he shouted, coughing.
His coughing was loud enough to snap Wei Ying back to reality. "Do...do you want to kill me or something?" Wangji asked, still coughing. "Why does this taste like shit?"
Wei Ying, confused and panicking, started patting Wangji's back. "What are you saying? Why would I do that and excuse me, how do you know what shit tastes like? Have you eaten it before?" he said, moving back a little and showing Wangji a look of disgust.
"You are really something," Wangji said after calming himself down. "Do you even know how a milkshake is supposed to taste?" he asked casually, getting up from the couch. "And why did you even make it for me? Trying to impress me? It won't work," he said with a small smirk.
Wei Ying felt angry at his response but, knowing the camera was there, he didn’t react and simply gave a polite smile. "I'm sorry about that, Mr. Lan."
His plan had failed miserably, and he knew it. "That's fine! Let's go down; everyone must be waiting," Lan Wangji said and started moving. Wuxian, with a sad and angry pout, followed him.
As they exited the room, Wangji suddenly pinned Wei Ying against the nearby wall. Wei Ying was startled by the sudden impact. He moved close to him. "So, can you tell me why you're being so kind to me all of a sudden?" he whispered near his ear.
Wei Ying's face turned completely red, like an apple. The proximity of this handsome monkey was making his heart race. He had never experienced a feeling like this, except for when Lan Zhan gave him compliments or called him sweet words. 'No, Wuxian, don’t get involved,' he scolded himself.
"W-what are you saying, Mr. Lan?" 'Oye stupid Wuxian, why did you stutter?' he scolded himself again mentally.
Wangji smirked, pushing him further against the wall. His whole weight rested on the hands that were caging Wei Ying in, though he wasn’t touching him at all. The tension between them was visible. Wangji can feel the beautiful smell of this ethereal person standing infront of him. Oh how much lion wants to just devour this innocent bunny.
Wangji won't lie, but he really wants to make Wei Ying naked and fuck him like this. But for now, he has to control, he can't go with his primary instincts.
"If you want to impress me," wangji started speaking after taking pause "try harder, sweet cheeks," Wangji whispered, sniff kissing Wei Ying's hair without actually touching it. He then pulled back slightly, watching as Wei Ying, with closed eyes, looked as if he was in fear—a cute, innocent boy.
Wei Ying cautiously opened one eye, only to find that Wangji was no longer there. He had already left. "Hmph, stupid monkey! Why did he sniff my hair? Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why is my heart beating so fast? Am I going to have a heart attack? Did Lan Wangji do something?" He panicked, scolding himself, before calming down and doing some deep breathing for a few minutes.
Wei Ying spotted Lan Wangji standing on the stairs. "Why are you standing here, Mr. Lan? Didn't you want to leave?" he asked in a mocking tone.
"Even if I wanted to, I can’t, Bunny. We came together, so we should leave together. Otherwise, everyone will ask me about you, and I can’t exactly tell them their son is too busy trying to impress me," Wangji replied with a slight smile.
Wei Ying blinked in confusion, then realization hit him. "W-wait, what? I am not thinking about you at all!" he protested, stumbling over his words.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Lan Wangji said, his amusement evident. "Let’s just go now."
Feeling flustered, Wei Ying followed behind, upset at his failed plan. As they approached the others, Mrs. Lan noticed them and couldn't help but admire how good they looked together.
Wei Ying slumped down next to Nie Huaisang on a small bench, sulking. After some more time spent in casual conversation, the Lan family finally said their goodbyes, promising to meet again next month.
Though Wei Ying tried to hide it, the sadness of his failure was written on his face. Lan Wangji, for reasons he couldn’t quite understand, felt a strange tug in his heart seeing him so down. He couldn't do anything about it now, but the feeling lingered.
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After everyone left, Wei Ying returned to his room, flopping onto the couch, lost in thought. He replayed the failed plan in his mind, wondering how Lan Wangji had managed to outsmart him. It was the first time in his life that someone had beaten him at his own game.
His gaze drifted to the milkshake, still sitting on the table. With a sigh, he picked up the glass and sniffed it. The scent of fruit and milk wafted up to him—nothing seemed off. Curiosity got the better of him, so he took a cautious sip. .
