Untamed Feeling ( wangxian )

chapter forty eight 🫰

After cursing himself for being careless with his words, Wei Wuxian turned to Lan Wangji, whose face remained expressionless as ever—but the sharpness in his eyes cut through the air like a blade.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian began with an awkward smile, but seeing no shift in Lan Wangji’s behavior, his grin froze.

“How many people have been charmed by Wei Ying? ”

All eyes bounced between Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, lingering on each in turn.

Wei Wuxian tried to ease the tension, but Lan Wangji stood like an immovable rock, unyielding and silent.“Hehe! Lan Zhan, don’t take it seriously,” Lan Wangji’s gaze stayed fixed on Wei Wuxian, unyielding.

“And if you ask me seriously, then there’s only one person I’ve truly charmed—the Second Young Master of the Lan Clan,” Wei Wuxian added, his words dripping with playful exaggeration, as was his way.

Lan Zhan’s pupils flickered for a split second, and the tips of his ears tinged red, signaling to Wei Wuxian that his coaxing is working.

Taking the opportunity, Wei Wuxian clung to Lan Wangji’s arm. “Do you find that believable, Lan Zhan?”

Grinning mischievously, Wei Wuxian continued, “You know, Second Young Master Lan was charmed by me on the very first day I entered the Cloud Recesses, ”

Lan Wangji’s breath hitched, his pupils widening in surprise. He immediately turned his face away. “Stop—”

“Hehe,” Wei Wuxian giggled in delight. “Why? Don't you want to know How we met—under the bright moon on a cold night with the humming cold wind...” Lan wangji closed his eyes with flushed face, his heart was pacing wildly.

Juniors sighed collectively as they know Hanguang-jun could never break this spell of charm by Yiling Laozu—he is stuck there for eternity.

Lan Xichen intervened, his tone calm but firm, “Young Master Wei, show some mercy on my brother. Continue this conversation during the break—for now, let us continue with the book.”

Wei Wuxian glanced at Lan Xichen, then at the others whose eyes were already fixed on him. The sudden awareness of so many gazes made his cheeks heat up, and a hint of embarrassment crept over his usual mischievous grin.

They followed the bamboo pole's noises for less than fifteen minutes. After a few twists and turns, in front of them, the noises abruptly came to a halt. Wei WuXian extended his arm, stopping the boys behind him, and walked a few steps forward. A house stood alone in the fog that grew thicker and thicker.

"Squeak..."

Somebody pushed open the door to the house, which silently awaited the entrance of the strangers. Wei WuXian felt that something must be inside. It wouldn't be anything dangerous or that could kill them, but something that would tell him things and show them the answers.

He turned to the disciples, "We've already come this far. Let's go in."

He raised his foot and stepped into the house. Adjusting to the dark, he cautioned without looking back, "Watch for the threshold. Don't trip."