My Little Devil BL (The Untamed/Advancing Bravely/Guardian/HIStory3)

Chapter 27

In middle of the night Wei Ying snuck out of the bed, replacing his body with a blanket and watched as Lan Zhan readjusted in his sleep.

He carefully brushed Lan Zhan's perfect face. Even while he was sleeping he didn't loose any of his perfection, his hair impossibly in place.

"Ah, Lan Zhan, I can't believe you don't hate me," he sighed. So felt unbelievably happy, it was almost to good to be true. In his life, whenever something was to good to be true, it usually wasn't.

But for what other reason would the impeccable Lan Zhan lie to him?

He lightly traced his lips with his finger, so not to wake him and he then slithered out the house.

When Lan Zhan awoke, he instantly realized how Wei Ying had tricked him and pain filtered through to his heart as he numbly began to meditate for school. Wei Ying had already left him!

'Last night was not a dream,' he kept repeating to himself, unable to clear the tumult in his mind and gave up trying to meditate, instead preparing for school.

How like Wei Ying to just disappear on him again. He suffered, wondering how long their seperation would be.

'Please Wei Ying, come back quickly,' he mouthed to the silent air around him as he opened the door.

His heart stopped.

Standing at the end of the pathway of his house stood Wei Ying. Fitted on him was a shirt and trousers that framed his body perfectly, tightly sticking to him and showing off his long legs and abs. On his feet were a pair of shiny shoes, with a small heel. He had a belt tightened around his waist instead of a sash, but his flute still hung down, as if in a key chain. His shirt clung to his chest and his top three buttons were open, letting the shirt frame around his chest immodestly.

Lan Zhan gulped and deeply swallowed his saliva. Wei Ying's hair still hung long around his face, the only mention to how he looked the previous night. Lan Zhan's heart beat irregularly and he stood frozen at his door, unable to step forward.

Wei Ying waved wildly to him from the end of the path.

"Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan! It's me! It's me!" He jumped enthusiastically, making Lan Zhan's emotions tumble even more.

"So loud," he said as he walked to the end of the path.

"Ah, Lan Zhan, aren't you going to say anything about my new outfit?" Wei Ying had Wen Ning get him some clothes he could wear, so he didn't look so obviously old fashioned.

"Is it nice Lan Zhan? Doesn't it suit me?" Wei Ying shamelessly asked, making quick poses for Lan Zhan, who just glared at him.

Finally Lan Zhan took Wei Ying's hand, turning him obedient and mute, and dragged him back inside the house.

"Shameless!" He hissed as he did up all three of Wei Ying's buttons, both of their body's reacting as Lan Zhan's fingers brushed along his chest and collar bone.

"Ah, Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying started to speak loudly, covering up his bodies reaction, "You can't do it up so tight! I can't breathe!" He faked to be choking, putting his hands by his neck.

"What kind of torture do people use these days!" He joked.

"You can breathe just fine!" Lan Zhan huffed, but still glimpsed at his neck. He flushed at the sight of his Adams apple that bobbed as he laughed.

He then sat Wei Ying on the couch and stood behind him.

"Eh, Lan Zhan, why are you pulling my hair? Owwwwwwwwww! Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying noisily complained as Lan Zhan began to make his hair.