The Yiling Patriarch looks over at him, surprised and intrigued. His gaze dips briefly, brow lifting as he takes in the full sight of his captive's impressive nudity.
"I'm not a replacement," he says. It's partly a question. He wants to make sure he has this right. "You really think I'm him."
That intent stare focused on him is really something. The Yiling Patriarch's lips part halfway, but he can't quite form words when he's being stared at so intently, like he's the only thing in the world that matters.
"Okay, okay, stop your glowering." Wei Wuxian pouts, cheeks pink, as he loses the staring contest and quickly takes refuge in behaving like he isn't taking this seriously. He latches the collar back into place without meeting Lan Wangji's eyes, but he keeps himself close, wrapping the leash around his hand. "What was he like, this love of yours?"
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"I'm not a replacement," he says. It's partly a question. He wants to make sure he has this right. "You really think I'm him."
That intent stare focused on him is really something. The Yiling Patriarch's lips part halfway, but he can't quite form words when he's being stared at so intently, like he's the only thing in the world that matters.
"Okay, okay, stop your glowering." Wei Wuxian pouts, cheeks pink, as he loses the staring contest and quickly takes refuge in behaving like he isn't taking this seriously. He latches the collar back into place without meeting Lan Wangji's eyes, but he keeps himself close, wrapping the leash around his hand. "What was he like, this love of yours?"