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Yan Wushi strode purposefully through the corridors of the secluded mountain sect, his mind preoccupied with some matters that he needed to discuss with his eldest disciple, Bian Yanmei. As he approached Bian Yanmei's study, he could hear the rustling of papers and the faint scratching of a brush against parchment.
Pushing open the door, Yan Wushi's eyes widened at the sight before him. Bian Yanmei was seated at his desk, his expression focused as he diligently worked on his paperwork. But what caught Yan Wushi off guard was the figure sitting behind Bian Yanmei, their arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
It was Yu Shengyan, Yan Wushi's youngest disciple and second-in-command. Bian Yanmei's back was pressed against Yu Shengyan's chest, the younger man's chin resting on Yanmei's shoulder as he affectionately called out, "Bian-shixiong."
Yan Wushi watched in silence as Shengyan tried various endearments to catch Yanmei's attention. "Yanmei gege," he tried, but still received no response. Not deterred, Yu Shengyan leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Bian Yanmei's ear as he whispered, "Meimei."
A slight twitch ran through Bian Yanmei's body, betraying his surprise at the sudden affection. But before he could react, Yu Shengyan lightly nipped at Bian Yanmei's earlobe, eliciting a soft gasp from the older man. Yu Shengyan took the opportunity to press a gentle kiss to the side of Bian Yanmei's face, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
Yan Wushi felt a pang of disbelief at the intimate display before him. He had always known that Yu Shengyan and Bian Yanmei shared a close bond, but he had never imagined it to be this intense. Yu Shengyan's playful antics were a stark contrast to Bian Yanmei's reserved nature, and it left Yan Wushi feeling torn between amusement and concern.
Yu Shengyan finally released his hold on Yanmei, allowing the older man to turn around to face him. Bian Yanmei's cheeks were tinted with a blush, his eyes avoiding Yu Shengyan's gaze. Yu Shengyan grinned impishly, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he teased, "You shouldn't work too hard, Bian-shixiong. You'll end up with grey hair like our shizun."
Yan Wushi cleared his throat, finally finding his voice. "Is everything all right here?" he asked, trying to keep his tone neutral despite the turbulence of emotions roiling within him.
Bian Yanmei jumped away from Yu Shengyan, silently scolding himself for getting distracted, "Ah, greetings Shizun." he said, though the lingering blush on his cheeks betrayed his embarrassment.
Yan Wushi laughed despite himself, "There were some things that I needed to talk to you about but seeing that you're quite busy," his gazed at Yu Shengyan, "there's no rush."
Bian Yanmei flushed again, his expression a bit sheepish this time. "Shizun, nothing of that sort. Shengyan was just helping me with some paperwo-," but before he could finish explaining Yan Wushi had left.
Bian Yanmei was left alone embarrassed with a grinning Yu Shengyan.