Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Lan Zhan carried Wei Ying outside, and Wei Ying laughed, playfully hitting Lan Zhan's chest. "You're spoiling me too much, Lan Zhan!" Lan Zhan smiled, his eyes shining with warmth.
"You're worth spoiling, Wei Ying."
As they arrived at the infirmary, Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan in disbelief. "Lan Zhan, you're the most shameless man I've ever known! How can you carry me here?"
Lan Zhan gently set Wei Ying down and said, "Wei Ying needs to take painkillers and rest." When the Healer came forward, Wei Ying leaned on Lan Zhan's shoulder, still wincing in pain. Lan Zhan supported him and, with a straight face, explained Wei Ying's condition to the Healer.
Wei Ying glared at Lan Zhan, pouting, as the Healer smiled and offered him a tonic.
Wei Ying protested, covering his mouth. "I'm okay, I don't need this!"
Lan Zhan promised, "If you take it, I'll stay and carry you all day." Wei Ying beamed at him, then asked, "But first, can we kiss the bitter taste away?"
Lan Zhan curved his lips into a smile.
"Mm, promise."
Wei Ying gulped down the medicine in one go, and Lan Zhan kissed him tenderly, tasting the bitter tonic. As they parted, Lan Zhan carried Wei Ying again, and together they walked through the walls, greeting fellow disciples and elders.
People looked at them with curiosity and awe, while the elders turned away, coughing and clearing their throats. Wei Ying covered his face in Lan Zhan's chest, feeling extremely embarrassed, but Lan Zhan didn't care.
After lunch, Lan Zhan took Wei Ying to the library, where they spent hours browsing through ancient texts and sharing stories. As the sun began to set, Lan Zhan carried Wei Ying back to their Jingshi, watching the stars twinkle to life in the night sky.
As they settled in for the night, Wei Ying snuggled close to Lan Zhan, feeling grateful for this life they shared. "Lan Zhan, I'm so lucky to have you," he whispered. Lan Zhan's embrace tightened, his voice filled with love. "I'm the lucky one, Wei Ying. Forever and always."
When morning arrived, Wei Ying felt better. After a warm hug and plenty of kisses, Lan Zhan left for a meeting with some small sect leaders, promising to return soon.
With Lan Zhan gone, Wei Ying found himself with nothing to do, so he decided to head out to visit the bunnies.
On his way, he ran into Sizhui and Jingyi, who were inseparable as always.
They greeted him with a bow, calling out "Baba!" Wei Ying chuckled and ruffled their hair, "Stop bowing to us, you're my sons!" He put a hand on Jingyi's shoulder, who was pouting, and kissed his head.
"Are you guys free?" They nodded, and Sizhui suggested, "Let's go feed the bunnies, Baba!" Wei Ying smiled, noticing the basket filled with carrots and lettuce. "Ahh, Sizhui, you're so thoughtful!" He kissed the boy's forehead, making him blush. Jingyi's pout deepened, but Wei Ying just laughed and kissed his forehead too. Together, they headed to where the bunnies and Lil' Apple are.
Wei Ying felt content and happy to be spending time with his children.
"As the night deepened, Lan Zhan and Wei Ying sat together on their balcony, watching the stars twinkle like diamonds above. The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the soft sound of a distant stream soothed their minds.
Wei Ying leaned against Lan Zhan's shoulder, his eyes closed, savoring the peaceful moment. Lan Zhan wrapped his arms around him, holding him close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on Wei Ying's skin. After a while, Wei Ying spoke up, his voice soft and dreamy, "Lan Zhan, tell me a story." Lan Zhan smiled, his eyes sparkling with memories.
"Wei Ying knows I can't tell a story."
"What about your childhood?" Wei Ying asked, his eyes still closed.
Lan Zhan chuckled, "Ah, those were just reading, meditating, and sword training times." And with that, he began to weave a tale of his youth, his voice low and captivating. As the story ended, Wei Ying opened his eyes, a smile on his face. "You were a talented boy, Lan Zhan." Lan Zhan grinned, "you're better, Wei Ying. But with you by my side, I'm a handful of love." Their eyes met, and they shared a gentle, loving kiss under the starry sky."
When they settled into bed, Wei Ying's mood turned playful, his body snuggled close to Lan Zhan's. Lan Zhan embraced him, and after a few goodnight kisses, he began to hum their soothing song. But Wei Ying had other plans. "I don't want to sleep now," he whispered, his naughty hands slipping into Lan Zhan's inner robe. He started circling Lan Zhan's bare chest, his fingers tracing tantalizing patterns.
Lan Zhan's body shivered, and he stopped humming. "Wei Ying, it's already late... Sleep," he warned, his voice low and husky.
Wei Ying smirked, his hands venturing further down Lan Zhan's abdomen.
Lan Zhan's eyes gleamed with amusement, and he flipped them over, pinning Wei Ying beneath him. Their eyes locked, Wei Ying's silver orbs sparkling with mischief, while Lan Zhan's golden eyes burned with desire.
"What does Wei Ying want?" Lan Zhan asked, his voice dripping with seduction.
Wei Ying pouted, his eyes avoiding Lan Zhan's. "I... I need my husband," he finally whispered, his fingers tracing Lan Zhan's neck, sending shivers down his spine. Lan Zhan caught his wandering hands and pinned them to the bed.
"But Wei Ying was complaining about being in pain yesterday."
Wei Ying raised his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ahh... My love, that was yesterday, and today is today... And every day means every day, my love..." His words trailed off as Lan Zhan's lips captured his in a deep, fierce kiss, their desire and love igniting like a wildfire.
The next morning, Wei Ying woke up to find Lan Zhan already gone from their bed.
He stretched, yawned, and got out of bed, searching for Lan Zhan. When he couldn't find him, he stood still, thinking and tapping his nose. "Where's Lan Zhan gone?" he thought. Suddenly, he heard Lan Zhan's voice in his head, "In the back of Jingshi." Wei Ying turned and headed towards the back of Jingshi, finding Lan Zhan in the garden, practicing his sword techniques with grace and precision.
Wei Ying watched, mesmerized. As Lan Zhan finished his routine, he turned to Wei Ying and smiled. "Good morning, my love."
Wei Ying walked towards him, his eyes shining with admiration. "You're amazing, Lan Zhan." Lan Zhan chuckled, sheathing his sword. "You're biased, Wei Ying." As they embraced, Lan Zhan handed Wei Ying a small package. "I got you something." Wei Ying unwrapped it, revealing a beautiful silver bracelet with a small crystal. "It's stunning!"
Lan Zhan helped Wei Ying put it on. "I thought it would match your eyes." Wei Ying blushed, his heart filled with love. "I love it. And I love you."
Lan Zhan smiled, "Earlier, I thought we spoke through our minds?" "Mn," Wei Ying replied, his eyes sparkling. "Maybe it's the Immortal thing?" Lan Zhan nodded. "We should ask Grandma Boashan." Wei Ying's face lit up. "I really want to visit her!" Lan Zhan agreed, "We can go whenever you want." Wei Ying bounced with excitement.
"Later, now I want to see Wei Ning. Where is he?" Lan Zhan replied, "In a small cottage just outside the Claud Recesses." Wei Ying's face lit up, and Lan Zhan added with a smile, "But Wei Ying eats before going out." Wei Ying peaks his cheeks, "Of course, I will... when you feed me with your own hands, in your lab."
Later that day, Lan Zhan, Wei Ying, Jingyi, and Sizhui visited Wei Ning in his cozy cottage. The four of them sat in the living room, chatting and laughing together.
Except for Hunguang Jun, who was noticeably absent.
Lan Zhan smiled, his eyes never leaving Wei Ying's face.
" Wei Ying's heart swelled with love, knowing Lan Zhan cherished their relationship.
As the visit ended, they walked out, leaving Wei Ning to rest.
They returned, Wei Ying smiled, "You're amazing, Lan Zhan." Lan Zhan smiled back, "You're my everything, Wei Ying." "Is Wei Ying ready to go to Grandma?" he asked. Wei Ying nodded, but then hesitated. "Wait, Lan Zhan." Lan Zhan waited, looking at him with curiosity.
Wei Ying thought for a moment, "Isn't it true that Immortals can teleport to anywhere they want?" Lan Zhan's eyes lit up. "We can try to see if it works. Yes, I think we just have to think of where we want to go."
Wei Ying glanced at Lan Zhan, ready.. My love?
"Mn."
They all thought of Boashan Sanren, Celestial Mountains, and just like that, they vanished and appeared right in front of her premises. The sudden teleportation left them giggling, excited by their newfound ability.