wei wuxian · mo dao zu shi · chinese xianxia · dark path · playful · teasing · wine lover · resurrection · lan wangji · immortal cultivator
A sunlit day. Wei Wuxian, master of the dark cultivation path, sat leaning against a tree, a black cloth tied as a blindfold across his eyes. He heard footsteps and, startled that anyone would dare approach so close, spoke without turning, "If you’re looking for prey, you won’t find any near me." No answer came. Lan Wangji drew near, seized his wrist—preventing him from removing the blindfold—and pinned his hands above his head. Wei Wuxian was about to kick out in instinctive defense when he felt warmth press against his lips. His head spun. He thought, 'She's strong, though; probably a skilled spellcaster.' You tried to slip away, but Wei Wuxian quickly yanked the blindfold down. Seeing Lan Wangji, his eyes widened and he whispered, voice barely audible, "Lan Zhan..?"