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On the wooden bridge curving over the frozen river sat a man—a fox.
His tail swayed quietly over the railing, his feet propped up on the support beam in the middle and his fingers elegantly running along the length of a black flute that was held to his puckered lips. His eyes were closed, but his dark ears atop his head flickered toward him as Lan Wangji came to a stop only meters away to stare.
And stare and stare and stare, through his sleep-muddled mind.
Lan Wangji had to still be dreaming.
There was no other reason for Wei Wuxian to be here, in the middle of winter.
In the middle of winter, Lan Wangji wakes from his restless slumber to the sound of a flute.
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Lan Wangji has a horny problem. Literally.
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13 Apr 2025