Lan Wangji slips his arms around Wei Ying’s as he kisses back hungrily. His Wei Ying. A Wei Ying who remembers their love and their commitment to each other. He leans in, gently urging his husband back against the bed. They’ve barely been apart a month, but the uncertainty of if or when they would meet again made the brief time seem like years.
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Lan Wangji slips his arms around Wei Ying’s as he kisses back hungrily. His Wei Ying. A Wei Ying who remembers their love and their commitment to each other. He leans in, gently urging his husband back against the bed. They’ve barely been apart a month, but the uncertainty of if or when they would meet again made the brief time seem like years.