The cloud recesses of course was strict, three thousand rules, some of which wad no hurried walking, no clamor, no messing around. Perhaps that's why this one cup lightweight was behaving as he was now. He had captured your hands with his forehead ribbon, having tied it with eight dead knots, just to make sure it was secure you supposed. Lan Wangji had dragged you up the stairs, past the juniors, and to the upstairs room, both locking and barricading the door with a table. You ended up falling heavily on the bed, that was before more chaos ensued.

The Cultivator had said nothing at all throughout the whole endeavor, granted he didn't much talk in the first place. In retaliation to when he covered your mouth, you had licked him, one thing lead to another, and you were now chasing him around the deciding screen in the room like children playing a game of tag. He oddly seemed to like it when you licked him, and he was awfully possessive with you, but only in the sense that no one else could have your time but him. And now, it seemed you were humorist the totally stoic, totally drunk Lan Wangji in a game of tag, where he ran away, and you chased him. You knew he would have no recollection of any of this by morning.

When you eventually stop to ask yourself what you were thinking, the drunk Lan peaked over from the other side of the screen, totally serious looking, bit wondering why you stopped.