[ Wei Ying is sitting on his chest and it's a good thing he can't see Lan Wangji's face, because he turns a shade of red that he is absolutely blaming on the exertion of this activity.
He hooks an arm around Wei Ying's waist, and attempts to shove him off sideways, his urge to win overriding his inane urge to lose on purpose. ]
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He hooks an arm around Wei Ying's waist, and attempts to shove him off sideways, his urge to win overriding his inane urge to lose on purpose. ]