Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation 魔道祖师

Tens of thousands of words were left unspoken, in exchange for endless laughter and hugs.

“You… HanGuang-Jun, let’s make a deal. Please warn me before you say something so romantic, or else I won’t be able to take it.”

With laughter, the two caught each other underwater, sealing the tight embrace with a kiss.

“…”

Wei WuXian responded, his expression serious this time, “I’m sorry. I was just too happy. Lan Zhan, how come you’re so good at everything? You’re amazing even when it comes to cooking!”

His praise was of utmost sincerity. Lan WangJi had heard countless compliments from when he was a child, but not a single one of them were able to make it so hard to stop the corners of his lips from blooming into a smile. He only pretended to be calm, “It was no difficult task.”

He drank the wine he drank, suffered the wounds he suffered.

“Take him back… and hide him somewhere.”

Wei WuXian propped his arm on Lil’ Apple’s head, spinning Chenqing in his hand, “My mom said you have to remember the things others do for you, not the things you do for others. Only when people don’t hold so much in their hearts would they finally feel free.”

“We have prostrated thrice, so we already are… husband and wife. It does not count as an affair.”

Abandoning Lil’ Apple on the spot, the two rolled behind a shrub.

“Everyday means everyday.”