[Not even the smallest reaction? It was like Lan Wangji was absolutely determined to ruin any fun. Where was the Lan Wangji that would bristle and fight back? Why was he so frustratingly tolerant? Was it pity? It was, wasn't it?
If he had any sense of his old ways, he might have recognized the pent-up resentment, the anger that bubbled dangerously beneath the surface, for what it was. They weren't his true feelings, but rather, the ones that controlled him, pushed him that bit too far, let words spill free he didn't mean.]
Forgive me, Hanguang Jun looked far too stifling in all those layers.
[The smile he passes is more mocking than friendly, and it's hard to resist the urge to further muss that pristine perfection, to pick a fight just to vent this endless frustration and heat under his skin.]
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If he had any sense of his old ways, he might have recognized the pent-up resentment, the anger that bubbled dangerously beneath the surface, for what it was. They weren't his true feelings, but rather, the ones that controlled him, pushed him that bit too far, let words spill free he didn't mean.]
Forgive me, Hanguang Jun looked far too stifling in all those layers.
[The smile he passes is more mocking than friendly, and it's hard to resist the urge to further muss that pristine perfection, to pick a fight just to vent this endless frustration and heat under his skin.]