When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

However, although it is true that what is said is done, the consequences are a bit too serious.

Wei Wuxian’s cheeks were flushed, his body was hot, he could only open his eyes with difficulty, and the words he spoke were weak.

Lan Wangji took a deep breath, and after calming down, he said, "You have a fever. Go to sleep first and stop talking."

“Fever?” Wei WuXian was confused for a moment as to why he had a fever.

But he was only confused for a moment. After feeling the movement of Lan Wangji's fingers, he realized what he was doing.

But Wei Wuxian didn’t care whether he had a fever or not.

The corners of his mouth were stretched into a grin, and the words that came out of his mouth were even more explicit: "In that case, is it very hot there?"

Lan Wangji was suddenly choked by him. He knew Wei Wuxian's personality and of course knew where Wei Wuxian was talking about.

How could he answer this question, so he simply didn't answer it.

Wei WuXian took a sip, looking eager to try: “Then HanGuang-Jun, would you like to try something hotter?”

Wei Wuxian has always been a person who speaks without restraint. Even at this time, he still did not forget to tease Lan Wangji and called him a hero.

Lan Wangji pressed it as a punishment.

It was just meant as a punishment, after all, Lan Wangji wouldn't really hurt him.

But this neither light nor heavy press caused quite a stir to Wei Wuxian's body at the moment. He couldn't bear it and cried out loudly, with tears streaming down his eyes.

Tears as big as beans slid down from the corners of his eyes, wetting the pillow and leaving a halo.

Just this one move immediately brought Wei Wuxian back to the life-and-death situation of last night.

Lan Wangji never knew the severity of the situation at that time, and he was even less aware of his strength since he was drunk.

Unable to communicate and unable to listen to anything, he just does what he wants and is controlled by his inner instincts.

After Wei WuXian recalled the past, he immediately backed off: "Forget it, forget it. Maybe next time, maybe next time."

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Lan Wangji finally finished applying the medicine to Wei Wuxian. It can only be said that the process was very difficult.

Not only did Wei Wuxian refuse to cooperate, but his mouth, which never stopped even when his voice was hoarse, made it impossible for Lan Wangji to finish applying the medicine quickly.

The reason for this fever is very simple. It’s nothing more than not cleaning it in time...it’s just too much.

Lan Wangji replaced the ice towel and put it on his forehead.

After everything was dealt with, Wei WuXian also felt his body become refreshed and the discomfort was relieved a lot.

The two of them didn't bring any extra clothes when they went down the mountain this time. Wei Wuxian's clothes were torn, so Lan Wangji went to the market to buy him clothes.

The market is still as lively as ever.

Lan Wangji walked into a cloth shop where business was very good. As soon as he entered, people surrounded him.

"Excuse me, sir. Do you want to buy clothes or cloth? Are you buying for yourself or for your family? Are you buying for a boy or a girl? How old are you? Do you have a favorite color? The clothes and cloth here are all made of the finest materials..."

As soon as we entered the door, the proprietress started asking a lot of questions. If an ordinary person was asked like this, he would have a terrible memory of everything.

Lan Wangji replied accurately: "Clothes, bought for family members, male, in his twenties, black."

Seeing that Lan Wangji had given a clear report and was really going to buy clothes, the proprietress arranged for a thoughtful girl to greet Lan Wangji while she went to greet the other customers who had just come in.

Then the lady boss asked the others a series of questions: "..."

The girl who was assigned to receive Lan Wangji led Lan Wangji to the compartment for finished clothes.

Lan Wangji recognized at a glance that this girl was the one who had been chatting and laughing with Wei Wuxian last night.

After they reported their sizes and chose their clothes, Lan Wangji said, "The underwear should be soft and skin-friendly."

Lan Wangji didn't use any tone when he said this, but it just made people feel cold and panic.

The girl was only in her teens, and Lan Wangji's appearance and temperament gave people the impression that no one could get close to him.

Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi, who are about the same age as this girl, are often the most afraid of Lan Wangji. As long as Lan Wangji looks at them, they will be so scared that they dare not make a sound.

This girl is even more so.

The girl agreed, and when she packed the clothes and handed them to Lan Wangji, she stretched out her arm, and her sleeve moved up a little, revealing the red bracelet she was wearing.

Lan Wangji paused for a moment while picking up the things and looked up at the girl.

The girl handed the clothes to Lan Wangji and never looked him in the eye.

After buying clothes, Lan Wangji also bought some food.

After entering the room, Lan Wangji placed his things on the table.

After cleaning up, Wei Wuxian rested for a while. Now lying on the bed, the red blush on his face gradually faded away, and his spirit gradually recovered.

When Lan Wangji came over to help him remove the handkerchief from his forehead and wanted to soak it again before applying it again, Wei Wuxian reached out a hand from under the quilt and grabbed a corner of his clothes: "Lan Zhan, my fever has gone down, you don't need to apply this anymore."

Lan Wangji didn't say anything, but touched his forehead with his hand. It should be because he had just walked outside, his palms were very cold, while Wei Wuxian's forehead felt very hot.

The coolness of Lan Wangji's palm was just right for Wei Wuxian at the moment, and Wei Wuxian rubbed his palm comfortably.

The feeling with the palm of his hand was not very accurate, so Lan Wangji simply leaned over and put his forehead against his. The temperature was indeed not high, but it was still a little hotter than that of an ordinary person.

Their breaths intertwined, Lan Wangji lowered his eyes. From this distance, Wei Wuxian could clearly see his thick eyelashes.

Wei Wuxian tilted his head slightly and rubbed his nose. Being teased, Lan Wangji said nothing and stood up.

Wei WuXian took his hand and placed it on his face: “You’ve been out for so long and your hands are too shiny. Let me warm them up for you.”

Lan Wangji didn't move, allowing him to warm his hands.

Wei Wuxian rubbed and warmed Lan Wangji's hand, and soon his hand was warmed. Wei Wuxian then asked him to use his other hand to warm it.

After warming up both of his hands, Lan Wangji walked to the table and brought over the breakfast he had bought.

Wei Wuxian was lying in the quilt with only his head sticking out. He blinked and looked at him, then at the breakfast wrapped in oil paper in his hand.

The two of them were silent for a moment, and it was Wei Wuxian who spoke first: "Lan Zhan, I haven't put on my clothes yet, do you want me to sit up like this to eat?"

Lan Wangji looked at him.

Wei WuXian pointed at something on the table with his chin: “Isn’t that the clothes you bought for me?”

After another period of silence, Lan Wangji finally said his first words after returning from outside: "Not wearing clothes is good."