Wei Wuxian took the cloth towel and turned to his back.

From Lan Wangji's back, the whip marks spread to his chest, shoulders, and arms, crawling on a large patch of white and smooth skin. These shallow or deep, hideous scars have destroyed the body of a man who could have been called perfect.

After watching in silence for a while, Wei Wuxian dipped the cloth towel in his hand and wiped the traces left by the whip. He was extremely gentle, as if he couldn't bear to hurt Lan Wangji. However, these are old wounds, and they have long passed the most painful time. Moreover, even if they are all fresh scars, with Lan Wangji's character, no matter how painful it is, he will definitely endure it without making any sound, and he will not show any weakness.

Wei Wuxian was eager to ask him what was going on with these scars. In the Gusu Lan clan, the only people who are qualified to punish Lan Wangji with a whip like this are Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren. What kind of thing did he do to make his closest brother, or his uncle who single-handedly brought him up and has always been proud of him.

There is also the brand of the Qishan Wen clan that he has no impression of.

However, when the words came to his mouth, he always held back. Such a big thing, Lan Wangji himself didn't want to say, if he took advantage of the fire to rob and cause Lan Wangji to reveal a secret that he didn't want outsiders to know, wouldn't he be doing a great job?

It took most of the night to get people drunk, grinding and grinding, but Wei Wuxian's original goal was not achieved at all. It's not that he forgot, he has always been thinking about what he wanted to ask for Lan Wangji's drink, but when it came to speaking, he was always looking for various reasons in his heart to be vague. What's not in a hurry, play with him first and ask later, what can't be so casual, sit down solemnly and ask again...... But I haven't said anything yet. To put it bluntly, probably because he was timid.

He didn't want to hear an answer that was different from what he was expecting, so he could delay it for as long as he could.

Lan Wangji's arms were originally on the edge of the bathtub, but at this time, he suddenly turned around. Wei Wuxian realized that he began to wander around the world as he washed and washed, and he didn't change places for a long time, and washed the snow-white skin on Lan Wangji's back red, as if he had been beaten, and hurriedly stopped, saying, "Ouch, does it hurt?" ”

Wei Wuxian was rubbed hot behind his back, and Lan Wangji didn't say anything, just shook his head. Seeing him sitting in the bathtub, quiet and obedient, Wei Wuxian said pitifully, hooked his fingers, and tried to scratch his chin again.

But halfway through this hand, Lan Wangji grabbed his wrist suddenly.

Tonight's Wei Wuxian has already made countless such light and thin little actions to Lan Wangji, and he has long been accustomed to Lan Wangji's "going against the grain". It was because he was suddenly caught and stopped at this moment, and Wei Wuxian didn't react for a while.

Lan Wangji said in a deep voice: "Don't move. ”

There was a little transparent water droplet on the contours of his handsome face and even on his eyelashes, and his expression seemed cold, but his eyes were still hot.

said that he was told not to move, but he had been allowed to move for so long.

It was probably because the wine he brought tonight was indeed too strong, and Wei Wuxian felt that his head was starting to heat up, coupled with Lan Wangji's face, this look, this gaze, this situation, this person, the evil desire that was pressed in the depths of his heart was surging again, overshadowing many of the worries in his original heart.

He hooked the corners of his mouth and laughed softly: "If I want to move, what do you think you can do with me now?" ”

Lan Wangji stared at him deadly, and there seemed to be a spark flashing in his eyes. Before he could make a move, Wei Wuxian couldn't hold back any longer and went crazy.

As if he had been released, he plunged his other hand into the water, reached into a certain spot, and fished it out fiercely.

As if bitten by a poisonous snake, Lan Wangji jerked Wei Wuxian into the barrel.

The water splashed and was out of control.

This tub is indeed not enough to wash two people. But if one of them was sitting on the other's lap, clinging to each other, they could barely squeeze it. I don't know who started first, but by the time Wei Wuxian came to his senses a little, they had already hugged their lips and teeth in this posture and kissed them for a while.

Wei Wuxian was only sober for a moment, and there was a faint voice in his heart saying that it was very inappropriate and undesirable to do this kind of thing when Lan Wangji was drunk and did not have the ability to distinguish between right and wrong. But the voice was immediately annihilated in the breathless and hectic kiss. His two arms were wrapped around the back of Lan Wangji's neck, how comfortable was it, and the repeated assurances of "I only asked him to say a few words while he was drunk" and "I won't do anything else" were all eaten by himself. There is only ** left in my head, but now it is clear that both of them are wet.

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian snorted, parted his lips, and said, "Lan Zhan! Why are you biting like a dog? ”

Slightly dissatisfied with his inopportune appearance, Lan Wangji's answer was to bite his chin, Wei Wuxian was most afraid of this, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and in retaliation, he stretched out a hand and rubbed it again on the part he had just teased once.

Lan Wangji's face changed suddenly, Wei Wuxian smiled and gasped a few times, and said, "How is it, does it hurt, is it angry?" Get angry! Get revenge on me. ”

The tone was full of fearless excitement, and after speaking, he pecked the corner of Lan Wangji's mouth and took off his already soaked shirt.

Lan Wangji's skin was so hot that it looked like his whole body was on fire, and one hand firmly wrapped around his waist, and the other hand slapped the edge of the barrel.

Asunder. The room was in a mess and miserable.

The two of them didn't care about these inconsequential matters at all, and Lan Wangji almost carried Wei Wuxian and threw him on the couch. Wei Wuxian only straightened up a little of his upper body, and was immediately pressed back by him, his movements were extremely fierce, not at all like the elegant and polite Hanguang Jun. Wei Wuxian was hit in pain in the back and screamed twice, and Lan Wangji froze slightly. Wei Wuxian immediately rolled over and slammed him back on the couch, holding him down with all his might, and whispered in his ear, "I can't see that you are so fierce on the bed......