[The way his husband's looking at him now right makes Wei Wuxian's heart skip a beat and his breath catch in his throat. For a moment, his mind just goes completely blank as he feels Lan Wangji's arms around him tighten. Without thinking, he does the same, arms settling in a little more firmly about his husband's neck and shoulders. Wei Wuxian teases the long, dangling ends of his forehead ribbon with his fingers, his lips quickly closing the rest of the distance to press firmly against Lan Wangji's.
It seems as if both parties have forgotten about their audience now, at least temporarily. Sorry, assassins, but apparently it's kiss o'clock right now. Wei Wuxian will have to get back to you.]
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It seems as if both parties have forgotten about their audience now, at least temporarily. Sorry, assassins, but apparently it's kiss o'clock right now. Wei Wuxian will have to get back to you.]