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quiet, blooming hours, by Sanguis
Afterwards, when he’s gotten another hug from A-Yuan, Mo Xuanyu sits on his new bed and waits for Lan Wangji to finish inspecting the room. Wei Wuxian leans against the door frame, yawning once in a while but seeming much less perturbed about a whole new room spawning in his house than he had been about a boy sprouting from his yard.
Afterwards, when he’s gotten another hug from A-Yuan, Mo Xuanyu sits on his new bed and waits for Lan Wangji to finish inspecting the room. Wei Wuxian leans against the door frame, yawning once in a while but seeming much less perturbed about a whole new room spawning in his house than he had been about a boy sprouting from his yard.