Any thoughts of turning on the shower evaporate when he sees Lan Zhan, looking over him with so much concern, and Wei Wuxian can't be sure if he's imagining the hungry look in his eyes. It's hard not to let those heated thoughts take over; and he knows full-well what Lan Zhan is capable of. He probably knows ever curve of his body better than Wei Wuxian himself, and just where to touch him to wring pleading gasps and lustful moans.
He's almost painfully hard by now, squirming slightly, reaching up toward Lan Zhan's soft features and-
Wei Wuxian lets out a completely undignified yelp, scrambling like a cat away from the cold water, and only managing to further drench himself in it. It's cold-cold-cold is all he can think for a moment, giving him a much needed bit of clarity.
"Lan Zhaaaan," his voice takes on a childish sob, though it's clearly much more coherent than his earlier pleading, and he managed to pull himself up into a sitting position, hugging his knees against his chest, as he's soaked with the frigid water.
"I'm clean! I'm clean! Stop! Such a cruel husband you are!"
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He's almost painfully hard by now, squirming slightly, reaching up toward Lan Zhan's soft features and-
Wei Wuxian lets out a completely undignified yelp, scrambling like a cat away from the cold water, and only managing to further drench himself in it. It's cold-cold-cold is all he can think for a moment, giving him a much needed bit of clarity.
"Lan Zhaaaan," his voice takes on a childish sob, though it's clearly much more coherent than his earlier pleading, and he managed to pull himself up into a sitting position, hugging his knees against his chest, as he's soaked with the frigid water.
"I'm clean! I'm clean! Stop! Such a cruel husband you are!"