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Lan Wangji is a vision, lithe and quick, swathes of crisp white silk, adorned in silver and blue ribbon, and long ebony hair trailing behind him like a chiffon cape, as he twirls and strikes the target.
Wei Wuxian watches in blatant awe, no need to hide his affection out here, alone as they are.
He stands, rising from where he's been sitting on the porch step, and claps his hands enthusiastically.
At the sound, Lan Wangji turns, and Wei Wuxian delights in the redness that seeps into his lover's ears, grinning at the effect he still has on him.