Watch me when I handle the cold.

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These days were the greatest I've had in a while.

Every morning I wake up to Lan Zhan's good-morning text. And I get to see him almost every day in college. There are frequent 'study' meet-ups at his place, his rare flirty comebacks, and those unexplainably comfortable hours of sleep, I love every single bit of this.

While thinking about him, I've subconsciously started to play a piece of a very romantic song on the acoustic guitar which I took from the music room. I smile to myself and continue playing it. Somewhere in the middle, the door of the music room opens and the most appropriate audience for this song enters through it.

I smile at Lan Zhan as he sits next to me on the piano stool. He silently listens to it with so much interest, with a small smile on the corners of his lips. Once I'm done he kisses my cheek, knowing me too well to understand who I was thinking of while playing it. I stand up to keep the guitar back on its stand.

"Something is on your mind." Lan Zhan comments making me pause what I'm doing. "What's wrong?"

I turn back to look at him. "Don't worry Lan Zhan, I'm fine."

"No you're not," he says. "Tell me."

"It's just... Today is Quinyang's death anniversary. That's all." I reply.

Lan Zhan keeps looking at me for a while. Then he stands up and walks towards me. "It wasn't your fault." He says as he holds me by my waist and kisses my forehead.

"I know..." I say as I lightly lay my arms on his shoulders. "I'm way better than I used to be." He nods at that. "Can you come with me to visit her grave?"

"Mn, sure. I'll drive you after school. We can go together." He replies, still studying my face, and I know he's trying to confirm if I'm okay. He does it when he senses even the slightest discomfort.

"Hey..." I say softly, speaking nothing but the truth. "I'm fine. You're with me." He smiles at it. "First Xingchen, now even you've started to read me."

"Then I'll gladly compete with him."

I smirk. That definitely was an unexpected answer. "Fighting over me?"

"I've already won you."

I raise an eyebrow. "Have you?" I laugh seeing the priceless confused look on his face. "Calm down Lan Zhan, I'm just messing with you, of course, you've won me."

At once, I'm pushed to the couch behind me, I lose my balance and fall on to it. I look up at Lan Zhan, confused by his sudden outburst. He kneels on the couch and gets on top of me.

"Lan Zha-"

Suddenly his lips are roughly pressed to mine instantly making me go along his movements. I can't help but kiss him back, equally rough, equally torrid. It felt too good that the fear of being walked in by someone didn't stop me at all.

He pulls away and moves down to kiss my neck. I tilt my head encouraging him to continue and I gasp when I feel his teeth on my skin. His lips roam around and he bites the cook causing me to hiss with the shivers that ran down my spine.

He grabs one of my wrists, pins it above my head, and moves back to my lips. I gasp when he bites my lower lip and the pain I felt only heated me up more. I suck on his lip, and the low groan he makes sends shudders down my body. Soon his tongue explores my mouth, moving in sync with mine.

When things were on the verge of slipping out of control, his knee dangerously presses to my crotch. I wasn't prepared to hold my voice in and the moan I made jolts him back to his senses.

He pulls away, panting, and looks at me with a slightly blushed face. It would've been almost invisible if I haven't learned to look for those slight changes. He smirks looking at my bulge. "Don't play with ice if you can't handle the cold, Wei Ying." He says.

He adjusts his clothes as he walks over to the door.

"Watch me when I handle it," I yell when the door closes behind him.

Whoa... That was...

I guess my mind is still trying to process the whole situation I was in.

At once the door bangs open and Jiang Cheng enters through it. I quickly sit up and pull my hoodie down, covering my hip.

"Did I just see Wangji in that corridor with a big smirk? What has gotten into him?" he asks

He looks at me and I smile innocently, realizing what he would've seen if he was a bit faster to come.

His eyes travel from my head to toes. I'm pretty sure that I must be a scene. My lips must be swollen and the marks on my neck would've been visible if not for my hood.

"Don't tell me. I don't want to know."

I grin. "Good choice."

"Whatever." He says with an eye roll. "Listen, Dad wants me to go with him tonight"

And now, I'm trying to figure out where he is supposed to go and what tonight is. I blink a few times. "Oh, that business trip."

"Yeah, 'that business trip'. I've got to go home to pack up now. But I have a student council meeting in the evening. I don't have time to inform them. So I want you to inform one of them that I won't be coming before today."

"Don't you have a damned phone? Just text someone."

"No. I want you to tell them."

"You know I don't like the people there. The president is a complete nerd. He stares at me as if I'm a walking bomb."

"Says the person who aces his tests every time. And you are a walking bomb."

"Fine, whatever. When are you coming back?"

"Two days." He says.

Two days huh? Well, I've got an idea.

Let's see what his plan is...

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