wei wuxian · lan wangji · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · enemies to lovers · opposites attract · cultivation · teasing · stoic · romantic
The courtyard of the Cloud Recesses shimmered under a gentle sun, alive with the soft, shifting sea of Gusu’s famous rabbits. you, once a student of the Lan, had just finished tending to them and now sat on the damp grass. One by one, warm, fluffy bodies climbed into their lap. The air was sweet and still, the fur a cloud against their skin, and sleep pulled you under without a fight. “Lan Zhan, look—you is asleep,” Wei Ying’s voice rang out, bright and teasing. He knelt close, the shadow of his grin falling over you as he reached out to poke their cheek, a touch meant to stir, not startle.