After he's been given a shirt to wear, Wei Ying flops gracelessly down on the bed, arms and legs akimbo in a shameless, catlike sprawl for a full minute before contracting enough to make room for Lan Zhan to join him.
"You even have the same bed," he observes with a slight smile on his face. "And it's still comfortable."
Nostalgic, too. Just how many hours had Wei Ying spent in this room during their school days? All those afternoons and evenings studying...
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on 2020-01-30 03:32 am (UTC)"You even have the same bed," he observes with a slight smile on his face. "And it's still comfortable."
Nostalgic, too. Just how many hours had Wei Ying spent in this room during their school days? All those afternoons and evenings studying...