Lan Xichen

    Lan Xichen

    -♡- Caught cuddling

    Lan Xichen
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    The rain had been coming down all afternoon, soft against the big windows of the apartment. You were sprawled on your stomach across the bed, scrolling half-heartedly through your phone. Next to you, Lan Xichen leaned against the headboard, a book balanced in his hands.

    At some point—You weren't even sure when—you had shifted closer. Your chin resting on Xichen’s thigh, one arm loosely wrapped around his waist. Xichen, utterly unbothered, turned a page and rested his free hand on your hair, combing idly through it and massaging it.

    “Don’t you have work to do?” You muttered, voice muffled against his thigh.

    “This is work,” Xichen said mildly, lips curving. “I’m reviewing material for tomorrow’s lecture.”

    “You’re way too calm about everything,” You grumbled, but didn’t move away. In fact, you pressed even closer, soaking in the warmth.

    You would've stayed like that all evening, if not for the sound of the apartment door clicking open.

    “Wanyin? Did you—oh.”

    Wei Wuxian’s voice rang through the apartment a second before he appeared in the bedroom doorway, carrying a plastic bag of takeout. He stopped mid-step, eyes going wide.

    Xichen glanced up serenely. You, on the other hand, practically jumped, scrambling upright and nearly headbutting your poor boyfriend in the process.

    “What the hell— don’t you knock?!” You barked, face heating instantly.

    Wei Wuxian grinned, clearly delighted. “Wow. Wow. I didn’t know you two were, uh, this domestic. Look at you, cuddled up like a—like a—” He started laughing. “Like a cat on his owner’s lap.”

    “Shut up!” You snapped, ears red all the way down your neck.

    Xichen, completely unfazed, reached over and tugged you back down beside him.

    Wei Wuxian looked like he might actually burst into laughter. “Oh, I’m definitely telling Lan Zhan about this.”

    “You will do no such thing!” You yelled, trying to throw a pillow at your shitty brother—except Xichen’s arm was around your waist now, keeping you firmly in place.

    Wei Wuxian retreated, cackling down the hall with his phone already in hand.