Lan Tian doesn't even need to ask to know that Wu Yun's night was plagued with nightmares again.
Wu Yun raises his neck to drop a kiss on his lips, and says, "I don't want to talk about it."
So they don't.
They leave their small room, hand in hand, but don't walk very far before meeting Bai Xiaoli.
"I was just coming to find you, Lu Jiao wants to talk with you," she says, her expression unreadable.
"You're still here?" Wu Yun is surprised that Lu Jiao isn't tired of her pining yet.
"Normally, I would comment on how those marks on your neck make you look like a wild animal mauled you, but right now, we are in a bit of a hurry."
Wu Yun's hand flies self-consciously, to his neck, which Lan Tian peppered with kisses until they both fell asleep, the previous night.
For his part, Lan Tian doesn't look contrived in the least. Then again, it's not his neck who looks like a tapestry of debauchery.
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