Lan WangJi hoisted the crate of chilli oil bottles and brought it into the Jingshi. The gasp that came from the other man sitting by their little table was both pleasing and embarrassing, because when the knock came on the door, Lan Zhan was preparing for a bath.

So now, Wei WuXian was treated to a bare chested Lan Zhan basically flexing because to him, that crate was practically weightless. But Wei Ying's admiration was all over his face as he stood up quickly, ready to assist.

"Aiyaah, Lan Zhan! We could have carried it in together!" He said, helplessly admiring how Lan Zhan’s pectoral muscles contracted and expanded, the way he was lifting with his stomach muscles, and the rippling eight pack of abdominal muscles as he put the crate down. And his back muscles was a whole other story...those shoulder blades were simply magnificent...

"No need." Lan Zhan replied gruffly, secretly pleased by the expression on Wei Ying's face. "This is chilli oil. For Wei Ying." He paused to emphasise his point. "If eating here, Wei Ying must promise to help himself. If dining hall, then Wei Ying must promise to take a bottle with him. Mn?"

Wei Ying stared into golden intense eyes that bore no hint of compromise, and he found himself nodding shyly. He sat back down at their table with a sigh, both for what he had to do, and what he wanted to do but really couldn't because he wasn't that shameless.

But it wasn't his fault if the eye candy was too delicious...

He looked back down at the formulas of mixing basic ingredients to create all kinds of pastes, from healing ones to tracking ones and others, but in truth, all of his attention was taken away by whatever was happening behind the screen.

His ears were unconsciously straining to hear the slightest noises as they occurred, his brain helpfully supplying image after image of a barely clothed neighbour...

The soft whisper of pure white silk as Lan Zhan removed his sleeping trousers, and Wei Ying could feel his face getting hotter. Since studying was a bust, he decided to lay his face on the cool parchment on the table and close his eyes.

Only now, every single sound was amplified.

Soft dripping water as it fell back into the tub, the almost melodic sounds of splashing water as Lan Zhan was no doubt trying not to make a mess, the ripples of water as it hit the edge of the bathtub, the louder noises when Lan Zhan shifted in the waters....all of it was torture.

Wei Ying bit his lip so hard, he could taste the coppery tang of blood, trying not to make a sound. With each hushed sound coming from the other side of the screen, he felt like he was dying a little, piece by piece.

And then, there was an annoyed sigh from over there.

More splashing water...but maybe a little agitated this time.

"Wei Ying?"

Barely a whisper but Wei Ying's head shot up at that. He stood up and went over to the screen, hovering, and not wanting to embarrass Lan Zhan or himself further...but Lan Zhan had called out to him...right?

He rocked on his heels, wondering what to do.

"Wei Ying?" Louder this time.

"Um...yeah...Lan Zhan?" Wei Ying wanted to kick himself hard. Why had his voice come out at such an unnatural pitch? So much higher than its normally level tone.

"I forgot...my towel. Please could you hand it to me?" It was said so low, Wei Ying had to strain to hear the words.

"Er...." He looked around, searching for Lan Zhan’s towel and once it was in his hands, he paused, wondering how to pass it to him.

"You may leave it on the floor." The words were bitten out, as if Lan Zhan knew exactly what was going on in his head.

Wei Ying closed his eyes too as a precaution because he knew how much Lan Zhan valued his privacy, but as a result, he banged into the privacy screen, stubbing his toes.

"Ow! Ow!" He muttered, but didn't dare to remove the hand that had flown up to cover his eyes. He threw the towel onto the floor, so embarrassed.

"Wei Ying!"

The vigorous splashing alerted Wei Ying that Lan Zhan had probably stood up and he thought his poor heart really couldn't take any more!

"I'm okay, Lan Zhan!" He squeaked and fled, not looking back at all.

He ran out of the Jingshi and straight into another disciple, who had to steady them both.

"Where are you going, Young Master Wei?" He asked, curiously.

"Library!" Wei Ying blurted out, smiling to cover up his mortification at the shenanigans happening in the building behind him.

But his sharp ears caught the sound of the Jingshi door opening, and that was it.

He bolted.

The library was in the opposite direction of the guest dormitories and that's where Wei Ying decided to head, hoping Lan Zhan wasn't coming to look for him. At any rate, he was hoping another letter would be waiting for him when he got to their tree stump.

It kind of made him sad to think that they wouldn't be able to use this secret place any more, as Jiang Cheng had already discovered it. For now, maybe they would just have to use the official system in communicating.

His hand reached inside the tree stump and a letter came out, with a bunch of carefully tied blue hyacinths. Their fragrance was still strong even though it was obvious that they were perhaps a day old at least. Wei Ying found an out of the way bench where he could quietly read to himself, and he spent the best part of ten minutes just inhaling their floral perfume.

Bichen was so sweet...

His every action spoke of care and concern and Wei Ying was seriously thinking about who he could be in real life.

Was Bichen part of a Sect as a normal disciple? Or someone directly connected to the main family? Bichen had many duties, that much was clear, but it didn't give any clues either.

Wei Ying as the head disciple of the Jiang Clan, had many duties too, from the training of his shidis and his Shimeis, organising mini tournaments, looking after weaponry and everything else that came with the responsibility of his title, it left not much time for anything else.

So was Bichen a head disciple?

The upcoming exams were making every day busier than normal and so far, as part of the assignment was not to use actual names, Wei Ying was no nearer to finding out who his Bichen was, either. He liked to think that he was close to guessing but at this point it could be anyone.

And since he had all but decided to meet with Bichen anyway, there was no use speculating on who he was. Either way, he was going to find out in exactly three days time.

So he turned to the letter in his hand.

Dear Suibian,

To answer your questions:

• Yes, he is exceptionally handsome. Actually, he is beautiful. That seems like too small a word to describe him.

It is not enough.

He is more than just beautiful.

I cannot stop looking at him.

My eyes find him anywhere, as if they too, cannot bear any separation.

• How do I know I love him?

This is harder to explain. I just know.

This feeling...it is stronger than any other I have felt. When I am sitting next to him, it feels right...as if that is all I need to do. It is the culmination of everything, my reason for existing becomes a kiss, a need to touch him with all of myself.

I am frustrated at not being able to articulate this deeply enough.

And...perhaps this is worse...but I fear my condition is permanent. As each day goes by, I am coming to terms with the fact that I cannot change this.

And...now...

I do not wish to...

At first, I could not decide between the both of you...our connection, mine and yours...it too, is something strong, something that I wished to pursue.

And then I met him.

• I do not know what I am doing. Absolutely no idea.

I can only say that when I am with him, nothing else matters.

I have not told him yet, how I feel.

I am scared to.

The irony here is, I am not scared of anything...mostly.

But I am frightened by the depth of my feelings for him.

If you put me in a room full of strangers, I can be fine. Give me beasts to fight, and I'll be fine.

But this...I cannot.

I cannot tell him how I feel.

What if he does not feel the same as I?

I am plagued by such thoughts.

My only peace is when we are eating together, or when I must administer his treatment.

But soon, even that must come to an end...and I confess, I am not ready for that. I do not wish to be parted from him.

• Kissing.

Yes, it is great.

But I feel it is something too private to share.

I do not understand why you do not feel the same way...and can only suggest that perhaps yours was below par? Hence the need to talk about it?

Mine was...exceptional.

That is all I wish to comment on that.

As for wanting to conduct a scientific experiment, I refuse.

And for the record, I am not jealous.

I do not think your kisses measure up to mine, so I will award myself as the winner in this matter.

This is the end of that discussion.

• Our drop-off place:

It is disappointing about it being discovered. However, Cloud Recesses has many such places, and it is only a matter of time until we can find another one. For now, let's use the system already in place. As you know, you can drop off your correspondence in the offices near the gates of Cloud Recesses.

At the moment, my duties and the upcoming exams as well as caring for my patient are taking up my time, so I request some leniency from you about this at the moment.

Things should settle down after the Lantern Festival and perhaps we should even be able to discuss this then, if we are still planning to meet.

• As for kissing your person again...

How can I advise against this when I am guilty of the same thing? The only difference between us is that I love my person, wholeheartedly and undoubtedly.

Therefore, I can only say that you ask yourself these questions:

How do you feel about your person?

If you can walk away from him without feeling anything, then it is a terrible idea to give in to your desire or your curiosity - I cannot distinguish between the two in your case.

And I agree, how is it that people are not kissing all the time? That may remain one of the constant mysteries of the world.

But if the only reason you are kissing him is because of the way he looks, please bear in mind that looks aren't everything. And those who have superficial beauty are often hollow on the inside...there is a new term for this..."himbo"? I believe?

Regardless, first question your motives before indulging in...whatever you think you are feeling.

I confess I was worried when you said he grabbed you. This is questionable behaviour and you have grounds to press a complaint, especially if this person forced himself upon you. Bruises? That is in itself, unacceptable!

You can report him to the Sect Leader.

Anyway, I must go now.

I hope we can write to each other as frequently as before. Regardless of my situation and the way I am feeling about my person, I still wish to remain best friends with you. However my love is unconditionally given to my person now, and it will remain with them forever.

Sincerely,

Bichen.

Well.

Wei Ying had to read the whole thing again.

Then, because he had no ink and parchment with which to send his reply on his person, he immediately stood up and stomped back to the Jingshi.

His thoughts were all over the place, but before he could push his way into his temporary home, he was met with a flustered looking Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan never looked flustered...

What was wrong?

Wei Ying hurried to him even as Lan Zhan ran up to him.

"Are you alright?" They both said at exactly the same time.

"Yes!" Wei Ying answered straight away, though a part of him was questioning why Lan Zhan was asking him this.

But Lan Zhan did not wait, and immediately scooped him up, opening the door of the Jingshi with his back and kicking it closed as if he had been doing this for all of his life.

He marched to their bed and laid Wei Ying down before the latter could catch his breath, and whipped off his boots, checking the condition of his feet.

"What...w-what are you doing, Lan Zhan?" He asked, completely overtaken by surprise.

"Wei Ying's feet. Hurt." Was the curt reply he got back, as long pale fingers examined every single toe to check for bruising.

Wei Ying was going to start laughing at first, but the longer those elegant fingers carried on touching the sensitive parts of his feet, he could feel his blood rushing to other...parts of his body.

The way Lan Zhan was intently making sure, the expression of deep concentration on his face...it made him think that Lan Zhan was caring too much.

"I'm okay, Lan Zhan." Wei Ying whispered, watching him. "It was only a slight impact...really."

Lan Zhan, now satisfied that there was indeed nothing wrong with Wei Ying's feet, began to massage them, working out the kinks in his arches and kneading his feet muscles. The moan was out of Wei Ying's mouth faster than an unsaddled pony bursting out of his stall...and so what if it made Lan Zhan press that much harder?

Once he felt Wei Ying's feet had received enough attention, he carefully put socks back on those limbs and finished with his boots.

"Wei Ying is advised to rest." He said, standing up.

"What are you going to do?" Wei Ying sat up again.

A single pale finger pressed down on his left shoulder, forcing him gently down.

"Brother has collected Nie MingJue and is on the way to LanLing now...the Jins know nothing as yet." Lan Zhan informed him. "I must go and settle Clan matters for Xiongzhang...I will return by lunch time. We will eat together?"

He sounded so hopeful and Wei Ying thought he looked so cute, he smiled up at him.

"Alright, Lan Zhan. I'll be waiting here for you." He sighed happily as Lan Zhan patted his head gently.

And then, as if he couldn’t bear being parted from Wei Ying but needed one more assurance that Wei Ying was still going to be there when he came back, Lan Zhan swooped in and kissed his forehead gently.

The pressure, so soft and sweet, not lingering this time, was over in a matter of seconds and Lan Zhan disappeared, leaving Wei Ying to drink in his heavenly sandalwood fragrance.

Wei Ying closed his eyes, feeling blessed.

*************

A few hours later, he woke up with a start.

There was something he had to do...wasn't there?

As he turned over to feel more comfortable, the steady crinkling in his sleeve alerted him to the reason he thought he needed to do something...

Bichen's letter...he had to answer it.

Wei Ying jumped out of bed and began grinding charcoal, his mind suddenly flooded with things he wanted to write.

His strokes were angry, haphazard and all over the place, but he had to get his thoughts out and onto the parchment.

Dear Bichen,

I have to admit, I'm really quite upset with you.

Firstly, do you have to use bullet points? Do you have any idea how unnerving they are?? ( Yes, those are aggressive question marks...)

And also, why is this a competition to you??

Why do you think you've fallen in love, but I can't have?

I only wanted to compare notes, but now you're turning it into "something"...and I'm not sure I like where it's going.

So let's take a minute to think about this.

I asked you how come you're so sure you've fallen in love, and correct me if I'm wrong, but the gist of what you said was, I just know????

I mean, what the heck, man...that's not cool.

And, my other problem is this: on the one hand, you're telling me that looks aren't everything, and my guy's probably dim-witted...that's what you were implying, right?

Well, if you think back to your letter, you started off sprouting about the way your guy looks, in fact, you wrote many lines on how "beautiful" he is and how you can't stop staring...and yada yada yada...

At this point, Wei Ying had to stop writing and put his brush down. He realised that he had been making faces and impersonating what he thought Bichen might sound like, but in a much higher pitch and it was definitely not respectfully.

He was feeling something else too, and it wasn't at all nice.

Shouldn't he be feeling happy for Bichen?

If Bichen was so sure he had fallen in love...then Wei Ying was now berating himself for not trying to be more...pleasant about this.

The only problem was...it was so difficult...

It was hard to feel happy about his friend's happiness...not when it seemed as if Wei Ying was giving up his own for it...

Was that what this was?

Was he jealous?? Drinking vinegar?

He found himself sighing in defeat.

What kind of a friend was he, if he couldn’t at least congratulate his friend? He had Lan Zhan now, and okay...maybe Lan Zhan wasn't a surety, because they had simply ignored both the kisses they had shared as if it was nothing, and not talked about the elephant in the room...the wildly rampant tension which crackled around them whenever they were alone...or the way Lan Zhan would sometimes be staring at him as if he were the meal...not to mention the other random acts of kindness his Lan Zhan had done for him.

His eyes drifted towards the crate of chilli oil and he softened immediately.

The thing was, what really bothered him, was that Bichen had no idea of whom Wei Ying was talking about. He had no idea how wonderful Lan Zhan was, and that was something Wei Ying could rectify.

Okay, I'm going to give your experience of love the benefit of the doubt...if you say it's love, then I'm going to trust you.

However, I demand the same from you.

I want you to trust my judgement because let me tell you how great my guy is.

Alright, he does look good...too good actually...but this part is going to be infinitely deeper than just looks. My guy is not a himbo.

Let me clarify:

This guy actually looks after me.

He worries when I'm not there, he worries when he thinks I've been hurt, I mean, he's incredibly sweet to me.

He's been looking after me these past few days, and let me tell you, I have never felt this cherished before.

Do you remember that thing I told you before, about having someone special looking at the flowers in your garden? Well, my guy is helping me weed my one. Not only is he admiring my flowers, but he's helping me look at them better too...

And then, I have a question for you and your guy as well:

Can you say the same thing too? Does your guy accept everything about you? Is he willing to accept your stubborn nature?

Wei Ying sighed to himself again.

This wasn't what he intended to do, turning his genuine concern into a friend-bashing session. He thought for a few moments before putting firm brushstrokes upon the dry parchment again.

I'm sorry for feeling so out-of-sorts with your last letter.

I don't mean to sound so judgemental...it's just that in your last letter, you were closing doors left, right and centre...and I just want you to know, if you start dictating the end of a conversation without letting me say anything in return, that's not at all fair.

So listen to me, that conversation about kissing, it is not over.

I want you to rate your one, out of ten.

Mine was definitely a twelve, hehe...but I know that's going to confuse you, so I'll stick with ten out of ten for my guy.

Then, we'll talk about other points.

But it's bothering me about your opinion on my guy.

He's not dense, I should tell you that much. He's in the top students' ranks for sure, and definitely favoured by the elders. He's always respectful and kind, not in the obvious way...but it's there in the back of his beautiful eyes. I could get lost in them...they're so perfect, like golden jewels.

He's smart, he does not like talking much, but he talks to me, and he has such a lovely deep voice...I could listen to him reciting the stupid rules, all three thousand of them anytime, and not get bored.

My guy is brave as well. He's a skilled swordsman, and I'm telling you, when we first fought together, it was legendary.

I kid you not, I'm perfectly serious in this.

I regret telling you about my bruises now...honestly, they've mostly disappeared now, and I think I told you that I bruise easily - it's not his fault. I reckon he must have done that because we were not standing on level ground at the time, and I'm pretty sure he didn't want me to fall...but then, that doesn’t explain the reason why he let me go so suddenly, either. I was dunked into that freezing water anyway, hahaha...

There was something niggling in the back of Wei Ying's mind, something really important that he needed to add, but right then, the doors of the Jingshi opened and Lan Zhan walked in.

In a show of making space for their lunch tray, Wei Ying was able to squirrel away his letter undetected and he tidied up the ink and parchment pieces quickly.

"Wei Ying was writing?" Lan Zhan inquired politely as he uncovered a bowl of hot water and pulled out a pristine white handkerchief.

He sat down next to him.

He grabbed Wei Ying's hands one after another, and proceeded to wipe them down and clear them of any remaining ink and charcoal residue, while Wei Ying watched him with a stupefied expression, his heart melting in the depths of his chest.

"Er...no..." He remembered Lan Zhan’s question faintly. "Revision." He replied, in a daze.

This feeling was so nice...being cared for and pampered.

It wasn't even as if Lan Zhan minded doing it, or was trying to rush through the task, because he took his time by cleaning the biggest part of his hands first, and then slowly he cleaned around the blackened fingernails, and where the nails met the skin. The warm handkerchief wiped away all traces of dirt, leaving his hands spotless and the recipient staring hungrily at the cleaner with unabashed desire.

The moment his hands were freed, Wei Ying was scrambling over and past the table to climb into an unsuspecting lap, and commandeered those beautiful lips in a scorching kiss. His mouth felt starved of contact and then, after the initial shock, Lan Zhan was kissing him back, his hands placed one on Wei Ying's back, holding him close and the second one definitely a lot more daring...much lower down.

He squeezed and Wei Ying wriggled helplessly, drowning in love for this man, who was so affectionate and pleasing and so, so good!

Waves of fluttering pleasure like the beating wings of a thousand butterflies rose up to steal his every thought, until only one was left: more.

Excitement flashed through his veins like lightening, burning through all his emotions until there was just one present, vibrating like his thrumming heart, over and over again. But Wei Ying stored it away in the private recesses of his mind for later; because right now, his brain had been taken hostage by this beautiful man.

There was no time to do anything except enjoy every sensation as it washed over him, a balm to his lonely heart. Stars exploded in his chest as he became the prey that Lan Zhan devoured, bending him back so that Wei Ying was sprawled on the floor, his ponytail undone and beautiful silken hair a pile of ebony strands with a vibrant red ribbon swimming in its depths. His beautiful face was glowing, his silver starlight eyes alight with mischief, cheeks rosy and golden as he smiled back.

Both were panting heavily, faces still inches away from each other.

Silver eyes clashed with gold, as the desire to repeat that kiss grew bold and heavy between them, and Wei Ying was just about to spring into action when a loud rumbling interrupted them.

Lan Zhan picked him up, straightened his clothes, retied his hair and pushed chopsticks into his hands, all within seconds.

Wei Ying whined miserably, with longing.

Lan Zhan quirked a brow.

"Wei Ying is hungry. Must eat first."

Again, Wei Ying was experiencing waves of affection for him.

All of his life, no one had yet to show him such simple concern, yet so single-mindedly.

He blinked back tears as Lan Zhan pushed a new bottle of chilli oil towards him.

But Wei Ying was hungry, and in no time at all, his bowl was empty.

Twice.

When Lan Zhan went to fill it a third time, Wei Ying covered his hands with his own.

"I'm so full, I'll look like a bowl of rice myself if you feed me any more."

"Then...no dessert?"

"Lan Zhaaan!!! You can’t do that to me!!!" He wailed, burying his face in his hands.

"Just one piece?" Lan Zhan was smiling, holding a chocolate covered strawberry close to his nose.

Wei Ying could already feel his nose twitching in anticipation, and as he uncovered his face, Lan Zhan brought the sweet treat closer to his lips, waiting for him to take a bite.

But his smile vanished as Wei Ying's lips covered the delicious fruit, taking a bite out of its smooth outer layer, and accidentally kissing the tips of Lan Zhan’s fingers.

"Is it good?" His golden eyes glittered with want...but not for the berry.

Wei Ying nodded, still chewing slowly, but his sixth sense had kicked in and he was now sure Lan Zhan was waiting for something.

"Do...do you want to try some too?" He asked tentatively.

Lan Zhan had been delighted with Wei Ying's cute responses...but now...now he had other plans.

"Mn." He said softly, danger glinting in those golden eyes.

He nudged that last piece into Wei Ying's mouth and immediately covered his lips with his own, tasting the sweetest combination of Wei Ying + fruity chocolate.

All throughout lunch, he had been tortured with the sounds of Wei Ying moaning with delight at the taste of now paletable food going into his stomach.

Lan WangJi had held himself in check from doing anything other than facilitating Wei Ying's hunger, telling himself that Wei Ying needed to eat and he was already too thin, and Lan Zhan should let him eat before anything else...but ... at that final last test to his sanity, he simply could not hold back any longer.

His need was absolute, culminating in a bruising kiss that obliterated any thoughts. He was dimly aware of Wei Ying climbing into his lap again, and he decided that was the only place Wei Ying belonged, as their kiss deepened.

His arms crossed over Wei Ying’s back like steel pipes, holding the naughty man in place while Lan Zhan relaxed in his mind, at last being able to indulge himself fully. This kiss was for both of them and yet, Lan Zhan was taking over and Wei Ying seemed content to let him.

His lips explored and tasted, letting the sweetness of the fruit subside, and now he was left with the wonderful taste of Wei Ying by himself. His tongue traced the outer edges of his lips and then dived in for more, experimenting with the way each new thing he tried elicited different responses from this beautiful being, so open and so giving. Each whispering moan, each rumble in his throat and every gasping breath spoke volumes and Lan Zhan committed each one to his memory, determined to give Wei Ying as much pleasure as he was bringing to this meeting of their mouths.

Wei Ying melted against him, his bones a mere puddle after whatever Lan Zhan was doing to him.

This kiss...this kiss was definitely a twenty...

He felt Lan Zhan rubbing his back, and soft lips kissing his hair.

"I have to go." Lan Zhan admitted, reluctantly.

Wei Ying buried his face within his white robes, nuzzling against the fraction of bare skin exposed at Lan Zhan’s neck, whining.

He didn't want to let go.

"Would Wei Ying like to accompany me?" Lan Zhan asked hopefully.

Wei Ying thought back to the letter that he had been writing to Bichen, and he shook his head sadly.

"Exams are starting tomorrow." He replied, instead.

"Mn." Lan Zhan couldn't help the disappointment from leaking out of his tone.

"I only have a little bit of revision to complete. What if I come and find you a bit later?" Wei Ying tried to make his voice brighter, also feeling terribly disappointed.

He was torn between wanting to keep his correspondence regular, and not ignoring Bichen, and wanting to spend more time with Lan Zhan instead.

Lan Zhan forced a smile and stood up. He packed away the remainder of their lunch and made sure Wei Ying was aware of where he was storing it.

"In case Wei Ying gets hungry. Before dinner." Lan Zhan kissed the top of his head and left.

For a few moments, Wei Ying could only feel the emptiness of the Jingshi without its owner there to keep him company. The sandalwood scent that he had come to associate with Lan Zhan was fainter now and he took in a deep breath to make it last longer.

Then he pulled out the unfinished letter again and read it through one more time, before beginning to write once more.

I think you should be brave. You say you can't tell him how you feel, but I say, fortune favours the brave...and I have never taken you to be a coward.

Face it, tell him, and see what he says. If there's one thing I'm scared of, it's living with regret.

I regret not telling my mother and my father how much I loved them, when they were still alive.

That for me, is my biggest one.

Time waits for no man, and you said your guy is going to leave soon? Then, my best friend, I will ask you this:

What if you never get this chance again? What if this time you are spending together, what if that's it?

We never know what the future holds in store for us, so please, seize the day.

Take your chance, kiss the man and tell him your truth.

Sincerely,

Suibian.

P. S.

I forgot, I'm not going to report my guy because I...kind of enjoyed it. The way he takes control is earth shattering for me, and I wouldn't change a thing.

You asked me to ask myself questions about how I feel about him. Well, I kissed him again, so there. (Yes, I am defiantly sticking my tongue out at you).

And I'm still thinking about it.

Talk to you later, I'm already late.

Suibian.

**********

A/N

Okay, before you all wonderful readers, start complaining, please listen.

I really thought they were going to meet in this one.

When I first started writing this, as always, I thought maybe four chapters max, and I'll be done. I even told the next requester that yeah, yeah, only two more chapters to go at best, and I'll be done...

So, I have to be true to myself and to you, precious readers. I would hate it if this felt rushed or didn't make sense in any way, and I'm honestly trying my best to write whenever I can.

Hopefully, things will calm down and I'll be able to write regularly soon.

Thanks for sticking with me, you know I love you guys.

Have a great day...

Charlie.