[ Ah, Wei Ying. Living up to his name. Lan Wangji reaches over and scoops up his new toddler, helping him stand, helping him undo the ties of his clothing as they meander towards the bathroom.
Honestly, he'd happily live every night like this, if it meant being with Wei Ying. His heart is at peace. ]
Bubbles?
[ They'd given them really, really sudsy soaps. He detests them, but thinks that Wei Ying might enjoy some at the moment. ]
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Honestly, he'd happily live every night like this, if it meant being with Wei Ying. His heart is at peace. ]
Bubbles?
[ They'd given them really, really sudsy soaps. He detests them, but thinks that Wei Ying might enjoy some at the moment. ]