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“I can’t believe you married your childhood crush!” Wei Ying squealed.
“Shut it Wei Ying,” Jiang Cheng hissed as he tidied up the papers on his desk that Wei Ying had just happily messed up.
“But it’s so sweet!” Wei Ying sang.
“You liked Lan Zhan back then too!” Jiang Cheng retorted.
“Yes but I didn’t know that I liked him so it doesn’t really count as a crush. But you knew you liked Xichen then and now! So adorable!”
“You only know that because you have no respect for other people’s things!” Jiang Cheng accused.
Wei Ying sighed and put his hand on his hips. “If you didn’t want me to read your diary you shouldn’t have put it in that easily located combination locked box under the floorboards, you should have put it in a waterproof bag at the bottom of a lake…no actually I would have found it there too so it wouldn’t be worth the effort.”
“I hate you.”
Wei Ying looked unconvinced. “No you don’t. You love me…just like you love Lan Xichen! Now let me recite a page from your diary…”
“You memorised it?” Jiang Cheng asked in dismay.
“Of course! How else could I torment you so? Now let me see…what about page 62! An ode to Xichen’s hair! I love Xichen’s hair. It flows so perfectly down his back and even sways a little as he walks, I find it hypnotising when I am watching him from behind…now Jiang Cheng is there nothing else you found hypnotising about your now husband when you were watching him from behind?”
“WEI YING!”
When Lan Huan entered, Wei Ying was giggling as he ran around the room and Jiang Cheng was following him with rage filled eyes. Lan Huan managed to catch his husband around the waist. “Now, now love. Wei Ying is our guest!” he scolded gently.
“Guest!? He’s an unwanted invader!” Jiang Cheng insisted.
Wei Ying stuck his tongue out at him. “I’m going to meet Lan Zhan anyway, it’s been hours since we kissed, I miss him so much!”
Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes and Wei Ying tutted at him. “Well if you’ve going to be critical of my love for my husband Jiang Cheng, I’m not going to protect your secret anymore! Lan Huan when Jiang Cheng was studying at Cloud Recesses he had a massive big embarrassing crush on you. Bye!” Wei Ying disappeared out the door leaving behind a wide mouthed Jiang Cheng.
“Is that true?” Lan Huan asked softly.
“No!” Jiang Cheng shouted, shuffling his feet and looking at the floor. Lan Huan squeezed his waist a little.
“Maybe…”Jiang Cheng admitted. Lan Huan kissed his cheek. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Wanyin. I’m flattered. I am a little surprised that you chose to share the information with Wei Ying.”
“I didn’t! He read my journal!” Jiang Cheng clamped his mouth shut but it was too late. Lan Huan’s eyes were already gleaming. “There are journal entries…about me?”
“No!”
“I think there are,” Lan Huan teased.
“There’s nothing in there but pages and pages of ways to try and murder my brother and get away with it!” Jiang Cheng retorted.
Lan Huan pouted. “Nothing about my eyes? Or my smile? Or perhaps my hair?”
Jiang Cheng cleared his throat awkwardly.
“My hair? You liked my hair?” Lan Huan said, touching a few locks that were running down his chest. He looked pleased.
“I didn’t say anything!” Jiang Cheng blushed.
“Wanyin…is it not a good thing to admire one’s own husband?”
“Perhaps but…”
“But what?” Lan Huan enquired.
Jiang Cheng huffed. “If I liked you first, then you win.”
Lan Huan frowned. “I don’t understand…”
“I’ve liked you longer haven’t I? So now you can gloat about how I obviously love you more and you can hold it over me forever!” Jiang Cheng stomped off to sit on the edge of their bed.
“Jiang Cheng…” Lan Huan coaxed. Jiang Cheng ignored him. Lan Huan sighed and walked away. Jiang Cheng could hear clunking noises coming from the direction his husband walked in. He looked up with interest and saw Lan Huan approaching him once more with a box. Lan Huan sat on the bed beside Jiang Cheng and placed the box down. He opened it and pulled out a pressed flower. “This is from our third date when we visited the rabbits together.”
Lan Huan placed the flower back and pulled out a scrap of purple fabric. “This is from the robe you were wearing when you agreed to marry me, when you disposed of it, I asked the seamstress to preserve me a square before she recycled it.”
Lan Huan continued. “This is the comb you gave me on our first anniversary, this is a fork from our first meal as husbands, this is…”
Jiang Cheng quietened him with a kiss. “Okay…I understand,” he soothed.
Lan Huan shook his head. “I don’t think you do, Wanyin. I’m obsessed with you. When you aren’t with me I miss you, when you’re with me I want to know your every desire so that I can fulfil them all and make you smile only for me. I could fill a thousand journals with words about how much I love your passion, your ambition, your secret collection of dog ornaments…”
“You said you would never tell anyone about that!” Jiang Cheng cried.
Lan Huan put his hand on his heart and looked very serious. “And I shall keep that promise, my love. I will take that information to my grave. Even a deadly assassin could not pry the words from my lips!” He declared dramatically.
Finally, Jiang Cheng’s lip started to curl up. “So…you’re obsessed with me huh?”
“Infatuated.” Lan Huan replied with a fond smile.
“So…maybe you love me more?” Jiang Cheng asked.
“Or maybe we love each other equally,” Lan Huan offered.
Jiang Cheng looked thoughtful then nodded. “Okay. A draw. I can allow that.”
Lan Huan smiled and began to blow out the candles dotted around the room. “Good. Now it is time for bed, my love. We must be up early as Wei Ying plans to take the juniors for archery lessons, but as he upset you today…we shall take his bow before the sun rises and hide it and he will have to use one of the children’s practice bows instead which will undoubtedly hinder his performance.”
Jiang Cheng smirked. “I take it back. I think I do love you more.”
Lan Huan smiled. “We decided on a draw, A-Cheng. The case is closed but I will take a reward for my brilliant idea.”
“What does my husband desire?” Jiang Cheng asked.
“Oh I’m sure I can think of something…”Lan Huan murmured as he blew out the final candle.