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if that is what he wants,  then they can go to the river â not that Lan Wangji is averse to such a plan himself, because if it results in swimming, that means fewer layers of clothing between them. ( His expression might betray what he is thinking, and he does his best to blink away any traces of impure thoughts before theyâre noticed. )Â
He spends a careful moment closing his books and putting away his calligraphy brushes, before gathering the long fabric of the Gusu Lan robeâs trailing sleeves.  â It rained. The shore will be muddy. âÂ
Wei Ying will know more about that, about the ebb and flow of snowmelt and rainwater as it swells and shrinks in the lakes of Yunmeng. Happy memories, or tainted ones? Either way, heâll listen.Â
â .. Little Apple will like the walk, â he muses also. Wei Ying will want to ride, wonât he? Theyâll have to go and collect the sour beast from the stables first, it seems.Â
ăăHE WAITS WITH EXCITEMENT, eyes sparkling in anticipation. While there is an unfortunately large chance that Lan Zhan will deny him ( or so he thinks, at least ), the prospect of getting to drag him literally anywhere else is almost too much to bear. Whatever Lan Zhan is concerned about showing on his face, quite frankly, does notăŒitâs the same stern expression as ever to Wei Wuxian.
ăăThe laozu nearly bounces off of the ground at the comment of muddy shores. Does this meanăŒ? The mention of his not-so-trusty donkey confirms things, and the words burst from his mouth without hesitation after that.
ăăâ Little Apple! What a great idea! Surely heâll enjoy a bit of time out. Iâll bet he misses having me on board! â ( He most certainly does not. )
ăăWith no further time to waste, and not wanting to give Lan Zhan a single second in order to change his mind, Wei Wuxian grabs at his arm and robe to pull him along.  â Come on, come on, letâs go! â