Sunset Clouds

29.

After the meeting with Lei Jiajia, Fengyin returned to his room, only to see Wei Ling in it.

His first thought was, how did he get in there?

Followed with.

Wait what would brother say about this.

And then;

Why is he here?

"You are-"

"Ah, yo!" Wei Ling raised a hand up, mouth eased into an easy grin. He was resting on Fengyin's bed. A jar of wine sat innocently beside him.

The jar of wine looked familiar. He observed it for a moment, and placed it to be the specialty plum wine they sell in Liming town. Wasn't it pricy...? His brother  had forbid his sister and him to drink any sort of alcoholic beverages, claiming that they were still too young to get intoxicated by alcohol.

"...Why are you here?" Fengyin snapped, a rare occurence even for him. Maybe the events from earlier that day was catching up to him.

(The one inside him lay quiet, a surprising non-presence that threw Fengyin off more than it should have. Did Lei Jiajia's words shook him that much?)

"Woah!" Wei Ling threw his hands up in faux surprise, eyes widening comically, and lips forming a pout soon after. "Don't get mad, i just want to apologise."

"...." Fengyin stared at them distrustfully, lips curled in distaste. "Should I call Longyue here?"

"Waitwaitwait! There's no need to do that, Xu-gongzi." Wei Ling hurriedly cut in, laughing sheepishly. "Here, wine! A peace offering."

Fengyin's eyebrows furrowed, looking at the jars of wine.

Even in his previous life, he really never was fond of alcohol....

"No. Brother forbids us to drink alcoholic beverages."

"But he's not here right now, right?" A smile, that now seemed very, very dangerous.

Fengyin was immediately on edge. But he neither confirmed nor deny Wei Ling's sentence.

"...."

"Don't be so on edge! I'm only here to apologise. Drink with me?"

He wanted to refuse immediately.

"Come on, just a cup! After we drink a cup, I'll leave!"

....Hesitantly, he acquiesced. He gingerly sat next to Wei Ling, head held up high proudly and sitting quite far away from the other male.

Wei Ling magically procured two cups out of nowhere, and poured some wine into one of it. He then handed it over to Fengyin.

The wine sloshes in the small cup. The faint smell of plum, a sweet and sour scent, wafted up.

"Alright! In the count of one, two, three... drink up!" Wei Ling knocked back the cup, drinking it within one or two gulps. Fengyin, on the other hand, sipped it slowly.

The fragrant wine left a slight burn in his throat. It was not... unpleasant.

Wei Ling observed the other boy from the corner of his eyes. Fengyin was sipping the wine slowly, his soft, pink lips curling ever-so-slightly on the white porcelain cup...

He could feel his heart beating faster.

It was like watching a small animal drink!! He knew it, not listening to Kun Luomu was the best thing he'd ever done!!

Watching Fengyin's eyelid droop lower, and the red flush that steadily spread across his fair skin, he felt that even if he died right now, he would be fine!!!

It was good to live, he can die now. _(:з」∠)_

"Ah, your cup is empty now! Here, I'll refill it for you." Wei Ling refilled Fengyin's cup, not giving the younger boy a chance to refuse.

Even though he feels guilty about taking advantage of the younger boy, it was definitely worth it. Besides, he was not going to do anything to him! It was fine! ....Right?

Fengyin sipped the wine again, seemingly as if it was water. Abruptly, he stood up, and faced Wei Ling, eyebrows furrowed and eyes blurry. His lips were set in a pout, and the flush on his cheeks made others want to bully him.

"You!" Fengyin pointed towards Wei Ling, who was simultaneously very confused. And somehow aroused.

Wei Ling shakily pointed at himself, still smiling, but now very baffled. "M-me?"

Is drunk Fengyin an angry drunk? He looks like he's drunk. He looks cute!!

"Yes! How dare you come into my room!" Fengyin exclaimed, face contorting in a mockery of an angry face. But to Wei Ling, he just looks like an angry cat! "-and give me wine! Brother forbids us to drink any wine!"

"...." Wei Ling's smile froze on his face. Even when drunk, he still remembers that??

What to do... should he laugh or cry... or do both...? Or should he tease the other male...?

"Hey now, I'll be jealous if you talk about another guy while I'm here." He joked,bringing both his hands up in a show of surrender.

Fengyin frowned. "Good. Be jealous."

"...."

"Get out. I want to sleep!" Fengyin huffed, and started to pull on Wei Ling's clothes. Wei Ling, dazed, stood up, but he stood up so quickly, and tripped over something, causing them both to fall down. Instinctively, he wrapped a hand around Fengyin's head, and used his other hand to hold him against the ground, so that he doesn't crush the younger boy underneathe him.

He was now... very close to Fengyin to see his individual eylashes. To see everything from this person close up. Fengyin had his eyes shut close during the initial fall, but now had his eyes open, upon just feeling the bump and not the pain.

Wei Ling could see his eyes clearer. What once seemed like grey from far away, was actually silver.  It looked like stardust, it looked divine.

From afar, he couldn't see it, but there was a faint smattering of freckles and oh. Oh.

He was fucked. Big time.

(It was so unfair. How can a person be so beautiful and yet still be human?)

He hurriedly pulled the other up, and using the skills he had honed by being the older brother of his sect, placed Fengyin into bed, tucked him in, and ran away using the window, forgetting the jars of wine still left in Fengyin's room.

They say that people are the truest when they are drunk. That people reveal themselves when they are intoxicated.

That... wasn't what Wei Ling expected.

He returned to his shared room with Kun Luomu, and as expected, his friend is still up, face set in a heavy frown.

"Where did you go?" Kun Luomu snapped, patience running thin.

"I went drinking with a fairy!" Wei Ling laughed, a hand rubbing the back of his head. Kun Luomu scowled.

"...Don't forget why we're here."

And then - as if a switch was flipped, Wei Ling lost his smile.

"Of course not. I'll never forget - after all, who do you think devised this plan?"

Kun Luomu's lips curled, but said nothing.

The lamp burnt through the night.

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When Fengyin awoke, he was very confused to find jars of wine in his room, and a headache tormenting him.

"What-? Ouch...."

The bright sunlight made his headache worse.

"Ah'yin! Wake up! Something-"

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damn how the plot hath thickened like cream soup

anyone rec me a novel to read?

btw curcol di komenvvvvvvv