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Jiang Cheng cannot believe how fucking careless he was.
How dare he get caught? His mother was going to kill him.
That is, if he didn't die here first.
Tugging again at the ropes binding his wrists, he clenched his teeth in irritation when his movements not only didn’t loosen the knots, but seemed to tighten them instead.
He should've known that the target knew he was there. He shouldn't have let his guard down when he thought the older man was asleep.
Godammit. This is so annoying.
It was his fault he was in this mess in the first place. He was Sandu Shengshou for crying out loud! The Yu's most prized assassin!
It all started a few days ago when his mother gave him an assignment from one of their most loyal clients. This particular request was to "deal with" a specific Lan leader, Zewu-jun. Also known to the public as ‘Lan Xichen’.
The Lans were one of the most notorious and powerful gangs Jiang Cheng knew of. You have to be living under a rock to not have heard of them.
The only reason they have not been caught yet is because somehow they always manage to find legal loopholes to defend their actions. It was brilliantly despicable, but Jiang Cheng was in no place to judge. Killing people for a living and all.
He took a few days to observe the man and get a hold of his schedule. Everyday his target would wake up at five, exercise, have breakfast, organize for the day and then set out to work.
His daylight job was that of CEO of the Cloud Recesses-a well-established chain of luxury hotels.
He always ended work at 6 pm, and headed to his uncle's right after to have dinner with both him and his younger brother.
At precisely 7:45, he'd head home, take a shower, do any last minute paperwork, and head to bed at 9 if possible.
From what Jiang Cheng observed, Lan Xichen, despite being a mafia leader of sorts, was polite, well-mannered, extremely punctual, and the perfect nephew and brother. Maybe that soft external shell he displayed caused the younger to underestimate him. But boy was he was wrong for doing so.
That day, Jiang Cheng made sure to be in Xichen's house at 6pm on the dot. He entered the vents leading to the man's bedroom, ensuring that his exit grill made no noise upon opening and closing, and began his wait.
He no longer got bored on stakeouts such as these, having gotten used to the prolonged waiting. As a trainee assassin he was annoyed at how much of his job required waiting and watching. But as time progressed, he learnt to make use of this waiting period to go through his plan over and over again.
Hell, he even went through all the ways he thought the hit could go wrong and tried to come up with potential solutions. He imagined the man waking up in the middle of his mission, he imagined him bringing company home that night, despite that never happening before. For fuck's sake, he even accounted for black outs or a rat impromptuly deciding to keep him company in the vents.
So imagine his surprise when after seeing the man head to bed, at of course nine o'clock, then even waiting an hour to ensure he was in a deep enough sleep, that the man already knew about his presence and was simply waiting for him to make his move.
Out of everything he could've thought of, how could he not consider that someone had leaked his plans to the Lan leader?
And how was one man so impossibly strong anyway?
The moment Jiang Cheng got ready to strike, before he knew it, his weapon was on the floor, his breath was knocked out of his lungs, he was on his back and his wrists were pinned above his head in a frustratingly effortless manner.
Jiang Cheng made every attempt to escape the man's hold, but it was fruitless. Lan Xichen didn't even look like he was trying to keep him trapped, yet no matter what he did, the other didn't even budge.
After realizing he had no hope in getting out, Jiang Cheng glared up at the man, trying his best not to get distracted over just how ethereally beautiful the other was up close.
As if Xichen knew the other's internal struggle, he let out a small smirk before leaning down to his ear and muttering lowly, "Forgive me for this."
Within a split second, both of his wrists were transferred to one hand, whilst the other glided over his neck before pressing down on a particular spot.
Everything went dark.
When he woke up, both his ankles were tied to the legs of a chair and his arms behind his back. He had a blindfold over his eyes, and he knew that the man stripped him of all his weapons.
For crying out loud, even his mother's whip, Zidian, was missing from its usual place on his wrist.
Taking in the stillness of the room, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but wonder if the man was still there.
He wasn't afraid, however. Because if he were to die here, he's been training to expect that his whole life. It's no big deal, and it's something every assassin has to mentally prepare for before going to carry out a mission.
To both his satisfaction and annoyance, his wondering didn’t last for long when he felt the distinctly cool sensation of a blade being pressed directly under his chin at the top of his black, skin-tight turtleneck.
“Pleasure to meet you, Wanyin. As you already know, I’m Lan Xichen,” drawled the taller man.
Jiang Cheng immediately tensed. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was shocked to hear the other call him by his name, or if it was because the man’s deep, melodious voice was literally perfect.
“You’re probably wondering how I know your name, right?” the man asked amusedly.
Taking in the younger’s defiant silence, he used his other hand to firmly grab the sides of his face and too calmly said, “You’re blindfolded, not gagged, Lotus flower. So use that pretty little mouth of yours and answer me when I ask you a question.”
Jiang Cheng jerked his head backwards, out of the man’s grip. Turning his head to the side, he refused to say a word.
If this idiot thinks I’m going to give him the satisfaction of doing anything he says then he must be fucking delusional.
Lan Xichen couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the other man’s behaviour. How feisty.
“Is that how you want to play it? Fine.” He roughly grabbed the other by the back of the neck, and leaned down to whisper, “This is going to be fun.”
Jiang Cheng hated himself for letting out a gasp when he felt the blade swiftly move down to completely rip his turtleneck down the middle.
His entire upper body was now exposed to the cold air of the room, causing his nipples to immediately stiffen into two pink peaks.
“I’m going to ask you a question, and if you don’t respond,” the man paused to yank Jiang Cheng’s bun back so that his covered eyes would face the other, “then I don’t think you’re gonna like what happens next… Or maybe you’d actually like it too much. Who knows.”
The younger clenched his teeth to prevent himself from snapping at the man for his depravity, and immediately started thinking of all the ways he could escape. Before he could, however, the other’s voice caught his attention.
“Now, as I asked earlier, you’re probably trying to figure out how I knew about you, right? How I knew you were hired to kill me, and how I knew your actual name.”
Of course I’m wondering that, you daft tree. So help me God if there is a traitor among our people, if I get out of this alive, I’m fucking killing them myself.
“Believe it or not, I'm the one who put the hit out.”
Jiang Cheng opened his mouth to ask how exactly that made any sense, but immediately snapped it shut. What can he say? He was a proud man.
The other softly laughed at this, pressed his thumb in between the younger’s lips and teasingly asked, “What is it, Wanyin? You’ve got something to say?”
Opening his mouth a bit wider, he snapped down in retaliation to the man’s smug attitude, only to chomp down on air. Lucky bastard. I was biting your thumb off if you were a millisecond slower.
“Tsk. Looks like you need more training than I thought.”
Training? What the fuck is this man on?
“ As I was saying , I put the hit out on myself. Or rather, I got my contact within the Nie’s to do it for me.”
The Nie’s. Of course. Now everything makes sense.
The Nie’s were another well known gang, and they were also rumored to be in a partnership with the Lans. Guess the rumors were true.
The only reason Jiang Cheng took the contract, despite being super busy lately, was because his mother specified that these were important clients. Knowing that it was the Nie’s made sense.
They were notorious for their brutality and messy way of dealing with those that cross them. Hence, whenever they wanted to keep others off their scent, that is, when they needed an inconspicuous kill, they always called the Yu’s. Which was more often than you’d believe.
Jiang Cheng was so fucking annoyed that it wasn’t funny.
“I needed to lure you here, Wanyin. And you’re too smart to have come if I sent a regular invitation.”
Jiang Cheng felt the air around him shift and knew that the other got closer.
“I needed to ask you about Wei Wuxian."
This immediately triggered Jiang Cheng’s anger even further, and he immediately tugged harshly at his binds in an attempt to get to the other.
What the fuck do they want with my brother?
“Now, now flower. Calm down. I just need you to tell me where he is. Nothing more.”
The thing is, Jiang Cheng has no idea where his older brother was. Why do you think he has been so busy lately? He's been trying to locate the idiot.
A few months ago, his brother had a target. A particularly powerful target. But the other was sure he could handle it. Jiang Cheng can vividly recall his voice saying, “Wen Ruohan? That old fart? I can handle him in an evening and still have time left over to buy Chilli cheese fries on my way home.”
Ironically, he never made it back. Jiang Cheng has been looking for him ever since.
“ Ah.”
Before Jiang Cheng could have even registered what was happening, there were two hands tugging hard on both his nipples.
“I warned you what would happen if you didn’t answer me, didn’t I?” The younger could hear the smirk in his voice and oh how he wished his hands were free so he could wrap them around the other’s neck and just squeeze.
Jiang Cheng clenched his jaw, and tightened his hands into fists. He refused to believe just how dirty the man before him was going to play.
Before he knew it there was a tongue flicking lightly over one of his buds, whilst the other was being rolled between two fingers. He bit down hard on his lips when the pressure increased, and hated himself when he felt the growing bulge in his soft-leather pants.
His breathing began to stutter till he was practically panting, and he threw his head back when he felt the other bite down lightly.
Lan Xichen pulled back when he saw that the other still refused, and decided to up his game. He switched sides, and tremendously amplified the pressure he used to suck on the younger man’s hardened peaks. His hand also began slowly trailing down his lean but toned abdomen before pressing down on a significant bulge.
“Ngh! S-Stop.”
Jiang Cheng couldn’t help it. Everything the man did felt heightened. His very touch was scorching hot, and way too intense. He refused to let him continue. Even if it meant, to his displeasure, putting his pride on the line.
The older let out a chuckle and stood up from his kneeling position. “Does this mean you’re finally willing to speak?”
Straightening his shoulders and ensuring that his voice remained steady, he asked the other, “What do you want with my brother?”
“Me? I want nothing to do with your brother. But it has been brought to my attention that there are many things my brother wants with yours .”
Before Jiang Cheng could answer, his voice caught in his throat when he felt the knife rest on his temple. Slowly it slid under the blindfold, and with a quick tug, it was cut off.
Blinking rapidly to adjust to the soft light of the room, Jiang Cheng looked at the man before him and couldn’t help but let his annoyance grow. The other was perfectly composed, not a hair out of place and a stupid smile resting on that stupidly handsome face of his.
Glancing down at himself, he couldn’t help but let his face redden at the stark contrast. His shirt was completely torn, just barely hanging off his forearms. His chest was exposed, displaying the swollen red, spit-slick nipples adorning them. His legs, thanks to his bound ankles, were spread apart, showcasing his semi-hardened member through his pants. He genuinely couldn’t believe that what he assumed was going to be a relatively easy hit, resulted in this.
Lan Xichen rested his hand on the back of the chair directly next to Jiang Cheng’s head and leaned in closer.
“Listen here, flower. I need you to tell me where your brother is. We’re not going to harm him. It’s just very important to my brother to find out his location.” Xichen’s voice was placating, albeit a little frustrated. Jiang Cheng couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the older man’s attempt to sound pacifying after what he just did.
The younger winced, and then immediately moaned when the older roughly pinched one of his nipples. The stark contrast between the pain of his hold, and the consequent pleasure that followed the release was almost disorienting.
“Do not roll your eyes at me, Wanyin. I don’t tolerate disrespect,” the other man said sternly.
Jiang Cheng hated that his body reacted to the other man’s authority, if the needy twitch his cock made was any indication of it. To make matters worse, based on the now present smirk on the other’s face, he clearly noticed his body’s reaction.
“I’m not telling you a thing, you fucking pervert,” Jiang Cheng growled out. “Can we get this done and over with now? I’m getting quite bored. So if you’re going to kill me, then just do it already.”
Xichen tsked, and looked the younger in the eyes, an annoyingly serene smile on his face. “Based on everything that’s happened here tonight, what makes you think I’m going to kill you?”
“I’m clearly not going to tell you anything, and you’re too smart to let a trained assassin go after trying to humiliate one. So you are going to kill me. Because sooner or later, preferably sooner, because let’s be real if you don’t kill me yourself, my boredom will, you’re going to realize that you’re wasting your time.”
Xichen chuckled. It unnerved Jiang Cheng but he wasn’t going to give the other man the satisfaction of knowing that.
“My little lotus flower, you’re the one who hasn’t realized yet that my methods of getting you to speak are working just fine.” As he spoke he started to drag his hands painstakingly slow down the sides of his body till they rested on his well toned thighs. “Don’t underestimate my capabilities, Wanyin. Because I’ll have you screaming out everything I want to hear before the night is over.”
Jiang Cheng glared at the other, but knew that his hate-filled impact was reduced due to the burning red of his cheeks and ears.
Lifting his chin in a haughty manner, he leveled his defiant gaze with the other and said, “Do your worst, Zewu-jun.”
Almost as if that snapped some level of restraint in the other, he gave Jiang Cheng a wolfish grin before ripping his knife straight through his pants, swift yet careful not to knick the other.
“You asshole! That was custom leather!”
“Tell me what I need to know and I’ll buy you ten more,” he tauntingly said before immediately starting to mouth over the other’s clothed dick.
Jiang Cheng mentally swore and bit down on his lips for what felt like the billionth time that night trying his best to prevent any sounds from escaping. God knows he would rather die than give that man the satisfaction of knowing how much Jiang Cheng’s body wanted him.
“Still not enough to get you talking? Lift your hips.”
Jiang Cheng immediately looked to the other with the most unimpressed stare he could muster. Xichen immediately understood it to mean ‘Do you really think I’m going to listen to you?' Remembering how the other reacted earlier, he straightened his face and with a stern tone instructed, “Lift your hips, now .”
Seeing the other’s reddening face, and dilating pupils, he knew he almost had him. But by the Gods, this man had the most pride Xichen has ever seen anyone have, and decided to follow up with, “Otherwise I’m cutting these off you too. And if I let you go, I’d think you’d wanna walk home with at least something to cover up with, no?”
Begrudgingly, Jiang Cheng lifted his hips, and the other slowly and teasingly dragged the black briefs down to his tied ankles. He couldn’t help the small moan that escaped him when the cloth dragged over his member, and squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to conceal his embarrassment.
Reaching back up to tug at one of his nipples, Xichen relished in the breathy sigh that escaped the other and said, “You’re so sensitive. I love it.” He then began rubbing both buds in circles whilst leaning forward to bite on his ear lobe.
Jiang Cheng tried his best, he really did. But he couldn’t help but let out a few small moans. He even had to hold himself back from bucking his bare hips up in search of any friction. Anything to help relieve the pressure there.
He took them off so why hasn’t he touched me yet? Wait, Jiang Cheng, no.
Releasing the younger’s ear lobes from between his teeth, Xichen lowered his voice and said, “Just give in Jiang Cheng.” At this, he slowly and torturously began to pump the other’s cock, swiping his thumb over the tip to spread the drops of pre-cum there, making the slide easier. Jiang Cheng threw his head back, and bit back a whine when the other immediately stopped his ministrations.
Snapping his eyes open, he glared at the smug smirk on the older’s face. “Come on, Wanyin. Just tell me what I need to know, and I’ll touch you however you want me to-” Pausing to squeeze lightly, “-Wherever you want me to.”
"Even if I knew anything, I wasn't telling you ."
Xichen smiled at the other before simply saying, "We'll see."
Before Jiang Cheng could register what was happening, the other man completely swallowed his cock, causing him to release an obscenely loud moan.
"This- ah! This isn't going to work, you jerk!"
Xichen simply glanced up with hooded eyes, smug expression evident.
Jiang Cheng wanted to look away, he really did. But the man looked gorgeous in this position. Overconfident eyes, full lips stretched oh so beautifully around his member. It wasn't fair.
Just when he felt himself ready to come, just when he could hear his breathing begin to stutter out gasps and pants, he felt the other pull off, wrapping his thumb and forefinger around the base to prevent his release.
The whine he let out in response would've made him more embarrassed if he wasn't this turned on. He swears, this man knew how to use his tongue. That mouth of his was absolutely sinful.
"Ready to tell me yet?" The other asked smugly.
Jiang Cheng just shot him a half exhausted, half defiant look.
Xichen smirked at the other and said, "I'm kind of glad you're this hard to break. Gives me more time to play."
Keeping his steady grip on the other's base, Xichen began to lick the underside of the younger man's cock, slowly tracing his tongue over a prominent vein there.
Jiang Cheng didn't even care anymore. He just couldn't hold back his moans any longer. All he cared about was getting to come.
But the bastard just won't let him!
Feeling the other suddenly travel upwards to tongue at his tip, Jiang Cheng let out a high pitched whine and immediately shut his eyes in embarrassment. He refused to see the smug expression on the older's face.
Sinking back down once more before pulling off with an audible pop, Xichen started trailing light kisses all the way from his thigh, up his abdomen, along his neck, to his ear. "Come on, my Lotus Flower. Just one little location and I'd let you come. You know you want to. Just look at how wet I've made you. Look at how much you’re leaking over yourself. I know you need this. You know you need this."
Jiang Cheng pulled back to glare at the other, and just as he was going to retort, two lips smashed into his. And he hates himself for responding, but my Gods. He did say this man knew how to use his mouth. And damn was he right.
The other skillfully moved his lips against his, tongue entering an eager mouth to explore.
Jiang Cheng hated just how much his body was leaning into the other, just how much it reacted to the other’s every touch. Just the feel of the older’s hands moving along his sides caused him to try and subconsciously lean into his touch. But as if a reminder of his current situation, the binds around his wrists yanked him backwards, and that cleared up enough of the horny daze in his head to try and pull away.
“Still resisting? Even after you look completely wrecked?” Xichen chuckled as he trailed his gaze over Jiang Cheng’s form. His eyes darkened as it narrowed on the younger’s waist and he immediately wrapped his hands around it. He groaned and dropped his forehead on the other’s chest when he saw that it was tiny enough to let both hands meet in the middle.
“Wanyin, you’re just my type you know. You’re feisty, and deliciously defiant. And you’re so pretty. And my Gods, your waist ,” he groaned out. “Part of me is considering keeping you here all for myself when this is over. So you wanna just tell me the location already? So I can throw you on my bed and fuck you over and over again?”
Jiang Cheng flushed at the other words before letting them properly sink in. “Wait. What do you mean you want to keep me?”
“I’m not saying that I’d kidnap you or anything that serious. I’d just claim you as mine. If you’d let me.”
“Claim me? What am I? A prize?” asked Jiang Cheng irritatedly.
Xichen once again began to move his hands slowly over Jiang Cheng’s body as he spoke. “Not a prize. Though you would make a great one.” Reaching into his pajama pants pocket to pull out a half bottle of lube, he squirted some onto his fingers before continuing, “You’d just belong to me. And me only.”
“I don’t and will never belong to anyone, you perverted asshole! Let alone you of all people!”
Xichen dragged his hand downward and began to slowly rub his thumb against Jiang Cheng’s rim. Jiang Cheng immediately hissed at the cold sensation.
“That’s where you’re wrong, my flower. After observing you observing me these past couple days- well done on that by the way, because if I never knew about the hit I genuinely would have never noticed. But after these past few days, and after tonight, seeing the way your body reacts to mine, and hearing the way it sings under my hands... I don’t think I can let you go.”
Jiang Cheng stared at the man incredulously and had to ask, “Do you really think you can force me to be with you? Me ?”
“Of course not. Tonight isn’t a good example of that, because this is strictly business after all. But I would never force you to do what you didn’t want to. However-” Xichen suddenly pushed his thumb in and slowly began to press in and out. “-don’t for one second think that I’m letting anyone else touch you after this.”
Replacing his thumb with his index, he said, “Because you don’t want even more blood on your hands, do you?”
Jiang Cheng hated that he was turned on by the other man’s words. Don’t get him wrong, he knows that they were completely mental. But he’s an assassin for crying out loud. He always knew he was a bit messed up in the head. So he’s going to blame his fucked up tastes on that.
Before he got a chance to respond, Xichen’s torturously slow finger suddenly grazed over a specific spot in Jiang Cheng, and he immediately jerked forward, bound hands holding him back. It was both too little and too much at once, and he was a few seconds of torture short of begging the other to just give him more .
Sadly his pride would never let him.
Before he could process the sudden pleasure, a second finger joined the first. They picked up a steady pace, yet they tormentingly refused to hit the spot that previously caused him to see stars.
A third was added and Jiang Cheng winced at the sting he experienced at the forced intrusion.
"I'm sorry, flower. I didn't mean to make this hurt. It's just… you're so tight."
Jiang Cheng looked up to glare at the man but his retort stopped short on his tongue when all three fingers began to somewhat scissor his insides, stretching him out even further. It was a dull but borderline pleasurable feeling. It made him feel awfully full, and yet, it still was not enough.
Jiang Cheng knew what the older man was doing. He was avoiding that spot on purpose. Stretching him out and teasing him without actually giving him the pleasure his body might believe it wants.
“Come on, Wanyin. Won’t you tell me where your brother is?” Looking into Jiang Cheng’s tentative eyes he continued, “Everyone knows that a Lan never lies. So you have my word that we would never hurt him. So just tell me.”
Jiang Cheng paused to consider it. Everyone knows that despite the Lans being what they were, they were perhaps the most honorable of people. They always followed through on their promises. And threats.
Maybe if he told them… If the second Lan really did like his brother… Maybe they can help him find the careless idiot.
As much as he hates to admit it, he was pretty worried. Plus, he already exhausted all of his contacts in his search only to come up empty handed. With the Lan’s connections, perhaps they will have better luck in finding him.
With the graze of one of Lan Xichen’s fingers, which were still inside of him this entire time, over that one spot that makes his knees weak without fail, he forgot that the other was still waiting for his response.
Steadying his gaze, he looked up and into the eyes of the older. “Fine. I’ll tell you what I know.”
Seeing the other’s face brighten as a smile took over his features, Jiang Cheng couldn’t help but wonder how the very man who captured him and toyed with his body could make a face that angelic.
“Are you being honest with me?” the man asked hopefully.
“To my disdain, yes. Yes, I am.” replied Jiang Cheng grumpily.
With the younger’s affirmation, Lan Xichen’s puppy-like demeanor took a complete one-eighty. With a smirk once again donned on his handsome features, and eyes Jiang Cheng swore actually glinted with something dangerous, the man said, “Well now that I have your word, we shall discuss this in the morning. Because as I do recall, I believe we have some unfinished business to get to.”
With that the man carefully but quickly cut the ties on both ankles and wrists, and before Jiang Cheng could even register what was happening, he was being lifted and tossed onto a soft bed.
Jiang Cheng propped himself onto his elbows and watched as the other slowly unbuttoned the silk shirt of his no-doubt quite expensive pajamas. All thoughts of trying to maintain what little dignity he had left immediately went out the window when the other dropped his pants.
That is never gonna fit… I need it.
Part of him wanted him to tell the other to get over himself. That he doesn’t want him and they should discuss finding his brother instead. But all he could think about now, especially after being repeatedly edged, was how much he wants nothing more than to feel the other inside of him.
Suddenly Xichen was over him, lips fighting against his. It was rough, but it was perfect.
Hands found their way into his hair, tugging it back until his neck was exposed to the other. A fresh canvas for the other to paint on.
Feeling his teeth sink into his skin, he grabbed onto the other’s shoulders and moaned out a soft please.
The older’s lips morphed into a smile against the dip of his shoulder, and he pulled off the younger to grab another bottle of lube he kept in his bedside drawer.
Squirting some onto his fingers, he looked the other in the eye while spreading the gel over his cock.
As Jiang Cheng felt him pressing his tip against his entrance, he couldn’t help the whine that escaped his lips.
Xichen let out a small chuckle before pushing all of himself into the man under him. At the loud moan he tore out of the little flower’s body, he couldn’t help but smugly teasing, “How needy.”
Jiang Cheng glared at the other but before he could retort, Xichen pulled both of his thighs over his shoulders, practically bending him in half at the supine position they were in, and began fucking him as if his life depended on it.
For the rest of the night, and well into the early hours of the morning, Jiang Cheng couldn’t remember how many times he came. He couldn’t remember how many positions he came in. Hell, there were moments the only thing he could remember was Xichen’s name and how he’s pretty sure the man has ruined his ability to enjoy sex with anyone who wasn’t him.
By the time he woke up the next morning, or more accurately, by the time he woke up that evening, the bed beside him was empty.
Empty with the exception of a neatly folded note on the adjacent pillow.
In a perfect calligraphy, it read:
‘Good morning, my lotus flower.
I’ve made you breakfast so please join me in the kitchen as soon as you’re able. After we eat and you’ve regained your strength, we’ll begin our discussion about your brother.
One day yours,
Lan Xichen.’
Jiang Cheng didn’t know if to cringe at the cheesy note, or if to relish in the unexpectedly cute behaviors of the older.
Swinging his legs over the side of his bed to make his way to the bathroom to freshen up first, he winced at the ache in his lower back and mentally cursed Xichen.
The man was relentless and Jiang Cheng had never met anyone with as strong a stamina as his.
Pulling himself to stand, he genuinely didn’t expect the ‘damage’ to be so extensive as his legs immediately gave up on him and he fell with a loud thud.
Door slamming open, and face masked with worry, Lan Xichen burst into the room at the sound. Spotting the younger on the floor, face pulled into an adorable glare, and marks littering his body, he immediately burst into laughter.
The pillow thrown into his face in retaliation only made him want to laugh even harder, but for the sake of the younger’s ever-present pride, he did his best to stop.
Without even giving him the chance to comment, the moment Jiang Cheng saw the older man’s smiling lips part, his kitten-like glare grew in intensity and he hoarsely muttered out, “Not a word.”