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Xiantober 2023 - Day 4: Ghost!Xian

Word Count: 5,064 Pairing: Wangxian Tags: Ghost Wei Ying, Major character death (kinda? He's a ghost), altered characters ages, murder, death

"Wei Ying is dead."

The news devastated the town. Another life gone, and far too soon. His parents wept and the town mourned the loss of such a charismatic young boy.

Wei Ying died at the age of 10, murdered by the hands of some cruel person and left in the middle of the park to be found. He was the latest of a string of murders in the town, the youngest by far, since most victims had been young women in their 20s.

Wei Ying was also the last of the victims in the town.

It was a weird experience, attending your own funeral.

Wei Ying stood beside the grave, watching as the casket was lowered into the ground. He glanced around at his friends and family, saw their tears and their grief. Anger bubbled inside of his transparent chest.

Then, by chance, he made eye contact. The young Lan boy from down the street who Wei Ying had desperately tried to befriend, but he was always too shy and ran away, always avoiding A-Ying.

Yet right here, right now, surrounded by the people he loved most who couldn't see him,

this young boy was looking directly at him with wide eyes.

Wei Ying lifted his hand hesitantly and waved.

Lan Zhan's gaze flicked to his hand, then back to him, and just as hesitantly, he gave a little wave back.

And that was the start of Wei Ying's new life.

Or rather, life in death.

He attached himself to Lan Zhan, following him around constantly.

At first, Wei Ying didn't have enough energy to talk to Lan Zhan, or to touch the living world, he was just there.

And truth be told, it drove Wei Ying up a wall.

He wanted to talk to Lan Zhan so badly, but for once in his life, he had to shut his mouth and all he could do was listen. So he did.

He followed Lan Zhan around constantly, sitting with him as he did his school work, rolling around in the air as the Lans sat silently for meals. Occasionally, Lan Zhan would write questions down in his notebook and let Wei Ying point to letters to spell out answers. It wasn't the most efficient, but it kept Wei Ying from going crazy.

Then, one night, almost a year after Wei Ying's passing, a massive thunderstorm hit.

With each roaring crack of thunder, the house shook, and Lan Zhan huddled under his covers, terrified.

Wei Ying felt powerless, he wanted nothing more than to help his new friend. Without thinking, he reached out and touched Lan Zhan's hand, both boys startled when they felt contact.

That;s when they learned that the electricity from the storm helped give Wei Ying more corporeal form. He stayed beside Lan Zhan all night, holding his hand until he fell asleep.

For years, their friendship went on like this.

Lan Zhan remained the only one who could see Wei Ying and he never told anyone about him.

As Lan Zhan began to grow, so did Wei Ying.

By the time both boys were fifteen, Wei Ying had learned enough about his life after death to alter himself, aging right beside Lan Zhan, but he also learned how to manipulate his surroundings. He could touch Lan Zhan whenever he liked now, not just during storms, he could pick up light objects and move them short distances.

His favorite thing to touch was Lan Zhan's ribbon he always had braided into his hair.

By the time the boys turned 18, Wei Ying hand, unknowingly, learned to project his voice just enough for Lan Zhan to hear him.

To keep himself from going insane, Wei Ying often would prattle on about everything and nothing just to get things off his chest.

Today was one of those days.

"Lan Zhan, I'm so bored."

"Mn."

"I mean I'm glad you can see me but I miss talking! I can't remember the last time I've had a conversation that wasn't through pen and paper!" He whined, laying back in the air with his arms crossed behind his head.

"Mn, even when we were little, Wei Ying loved to talk." Lan Zhan answered nonchalantly.

"Exactly! I'm a social butterfly! I'm meant to talk and interact! And I mean, I'm totally cool with the fact you're the only one who can see me, but I wanna talk to you too!" He huffed "How am I supposed to tell you how handsome you look! Or that I don't like that Su She guy who keeps flirting with you at school! I'm so glad you graduated, but I doubt that's the last we'll see of him."

"I believe he is going to the same college as us."

He chose 'us' since Wei Ying always attended classes with Wei Ying and Wei Ying had helped pick out the college.

Wei Ying sat up abruptly. "See!! He's definitely stalking you! How can you... be so..." He paused, his gaze meeting the warm honey of Lan Zhan's.

"Lan Zhan...?"

"Mn?"

"Can... Can you hear me?"

"Mn."

Wei Ying's eyes widened before he darted around the room excitedly, knocking over several things in the process.

Lan Zhan didn't get a moment of silence for almost two weeks.

Then the boys turned 20.

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan had an... interesting relationship to say the least. Wei Ying was dead and Lan Zhan was the only one who could see and hear him. They were best friends.

It should have been the end of it.

But Wei Ying couldn't deny the jealousy he felt every time someone flirted with his Lan Zhan. When their touches would linger too long or when they would put themselves in Lan Zhan's path so he couldn't move on.

One such person was Su She. He had a weird obsession with Lan Zhan and Wei Ying hated it. He talked badly about him behind his back, but would always be extra touchy.

Today was one of his touchy days. His hands had gone to Lan Zhan's arms five times too many, and Wei Ying had enough. Without thinking, he kicked Su She in the back of the leg, making his legs buckle and he stumbled to the ground.

"Who--" He whipped around to see no one there and paled slightly, but quickly cleaned up his fallen books and hurried off.

Wei Ying took to doing this often. He'd pull his hair, push him, knock his things out of his hands, until Lan Zhan scolded him.

"Enough."

"What?" Wei Ying reeled back a little, he had never heard Lan Zhan talk so firmly to him.

"Stop harassing Su She."

Wei Ying tensed, his eyes narrowing. "No! He keeps harassing you."

"Just ignore him."

"Why? Do you like him or something?" He snapped.

"Wei Ying." He said firmly, not liking being accused of such a blasphemous thing.

Wei Ying's eyes widened before he glared at Lan Zhan. "Fine." He turned and took off down the hall, disappearing into one of the walls.

Lan Zhan sighed before he headed to his next class. The last thing he wanted Wei Ying to be classified as was a poltergeist. He wouldn't put it past Su She to try and have Wei Ying exorcized.

Unfortunately, this little misunderstanding led to their first fight.

For the first time in ten years, Wei Ying refused to go near Lan Zhan. He knew he was being childish, he knew he was blowing this up from nothing, but Wei Ying was hurt.

He knew the day would come when Lan Zhan found interest in someone... But did it have to be now? Did it have to be him?

Wei Ying wasn't sure what to do with himself, so he left.

He wandered aimlessly until he found himself at his own home.

His parents had long since moved, the memory of their son's murder weighed heavy on them. Wei Ying couldn't blame them, but he did miss them.

With a sigh, he flew off to the cemetery, settling down against his tombstone.

For almost two weeks, this went on.

Wei Ying avoided Lan Zhan constantly, refusing to return to Lan Zhan's home, refusing to go to the school. And when Lan Zhan came looking for him, he hid.

He realized if Lan Zhan was finally interested in dating, then he couldn't be around him anymore. It would hurt too much.

It was on the fifteenth day of avoiding Lan Zhan that Wei Ying was wandering the town when he felt a cold chill run down his spine, as if every part of his body wanted to dissipate into the ether.

He glanced around in confusion until his eyes landed on a man.

Wei Ying wasn't sure where he had seen him before, just just being near him made his ghostly body feel uneasy. He didn't want to be near him, he didn't want to see him.

He needed to find Lan Zhan.

Without hesitating, he turned and hurried back to Lan Zhan's apartment.

When Wei Ying first got there, Lan Zhan was nowhere to be found, but he didn't want to risk missing him by going out to find him, so he waited.

It wasn't until well after midnight when Lan Zhan returned. He was exhausted, and Wei Ying could see how unwell he looked.

"Lan Zhan! You're home! I'm so sorry abou-- Lan Zhan are you okay?"

Lan Zhan heaved a sigh and moved further into his apartment before he sat on his couch, head in his hands.

"Hey! Lan Zhan, I said I'm sorry, don't ignore me, okay?"

But he got no response.

Panic filled the ghost and he tried to grab onto Lan Zhan's arm, but his hand phased through him.

No.

No! No! No!"

"Lan Zhan?! Lan Zhan, why can't I touch you anymore?!"

"Wei Ying..."

"Yes! You can still see me, right?!"

"Where did you run off too? It's been two weeks."

Wei Ying stilled, looking at his best friend, at the only person who could see him... used to see him, he was suddenly hit with the realization that if Lan Zhan couldn't see or hear him, then Wei Ying would truly be alone.

"...Is... is this my fault?"

Wei Ying sank onto the couch beside Lan Zhan, his heart and his mind heavy.

"Lan Zhan... I'm not ready to be alone yet." He said quietly, knowing that no reply would come.

"This is all my fault. If I had just listened to you.... if I had just stopped messing with him..."

Wei Ying's thoughts were cut off when Lan Zhan's cell phone rang, and he sighed, pulling it from his pocket.

"Yes?" Lan Zhan frowned. "Tomorrow? Ge, I really don't want to have a family dinner right now... a guest?"

Wei Ying watched Lan Zhan, a frown on his lips. Then, as if by some divine intervention, Wei Ying had an idea. He recalled the fight night he was able to touch Lan Zhan, and without thinking, he reached out and touched Lan Zhan's phone.

He felt the small zap of electricity, before Lan Zhan frowned.

"Ge, my phone is dying, I'll call you back tomorrow. Yes, I'll be at the dinner." He assured before hanging up and looking at his phone oddly. "I haven't used it all day."

Then he jumped when he felt a brush against his skin, looking over, half expecting Wei Ying, but saw nothing.

But it gave Wei Ying the information he needed. In an instant, he was running around the house, draining the power from all of Lan Zhan's electronics, not caring that he was causing the lights to flicker or the microwave to go off. He needed Lan Zhan to see him!

Lan Zhan, however, was mildly freaked out by the sudden happenings in his home. That is, until he caught sight of Wei Ying standing in front of the TV.

He was more faded than usual, but he was there!

"Wei Ying?"

The ghost paused, he looked over in shock before his eyes widened then promptly filled with tears. He hurried forward and crashed into Lan Zhan's chest, hugging him tightly. "L-lan Zhan!!!"

"Wei Ying?! Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you. Do you know how scared I was?"

Yet he wasted no time in hugging the other back. "Why are you so hard to see?"

"I don't know! I was so scared you'd never see me again!"

Lan Zhan frowned and hugged him close, glancing around at the electronics going haywire. "It's okay, Wei Ying. You are here. I am here."

The two stayed in their embrace for several long, needed minutes before Lan Zhan finally pulled back and cupped his face. "Wei Ying, I've been worried sick about you. Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you?"

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Lan Zhan." He whined, "For leaving, for messing with Su She, for being such a brat! I'm so sorry!"

Lan Zhan frowned, he had never seen the other breakdown like this, not even when he told him his parents moved away.

With a sigh, he pulled him close and hugged him once more.

"Everything's okay now. I'm not mad, so don't cry anymore, okay?"

Wei Ying only nuzzled into his shoulder and sniffled. "You came home and couldn't see me... or hear me... I thought... I thought that--"

"Shh.. it's okay... I can see you just fine now..." He assured.

"Is that why you were messing with my electronics?"

"Mhm."

"You did a good job, Wei Ying... maybe you were just out of energy." He supplied, carefully coaxing him to sit with him.

It took another hour for them to both truly calm down, and by then, Lan Zhan was exhausted.

It was already well past his bedtime, and he was so relieved for Wei Ying to be home that he passed out on the couch.

Wei Ying stayed pressed to his chest the whole night.

The next morning, Wei Ying told Lan Zhan about his week. About how he stayed at the cemetery, but most importantly, he told him about the man. About the feeling he got when he saw him.

Lan Zhan frowned, and for the first time since they met, he decided to ask Wei Ying a very personal question.

"Wei Ying... how did you die?"

"I-" He frowned. "I don't really remember?"

"You don't remember?"

"No... I remember going out to play," he glanced down at his hands. "I was exploring a part of the city I've never been to before. It was old and rundown. I--" He frowned, his body flickering lightly. "I remember hearing something weird... and then pain."

"There was so much pain." He shook his head and touched his throat. "I remember... crying... and... then I woke up and no one could see me or hear me. I found out that I was killed... and then at the funeral you saw me... but that's it."

Lan Zhan frowned.

"The news said you were murdered. It was a closed casket funeral. Your murderer was never found."

"Could... could the guy I saw be the guy who killed me?"

"...I am not sure. If you wish to look into it, we can pull up the articles on your death later."

Wei Ying nodded.

For now, they needed to go to Lan Zhan's uncle's home for dinner. Or at least, Lan Zhan did. But Wei Ying had no intention of leaving Lan Zhan's side again.

So once he got cleaned up, they headed off to Lan Qiren's home.

When they arrived, Xichen greeted Lan Zhan warmly and led him inside.

"So, who is the guest you mentioned?"

"It is a few guests, actually. Do you remember the Wei family who lived down the street?"

Lan Zhan stopped. "...I do."

He nodded. "They've come to town to visit their son's grave."

He explained lightly. "Uncle invited them over. And an old acquaintance of theirs and uncles is here as well."

Lan Zhan nodded lightly and glanced at Wei Ying, wanting to make sure he was okay, but instead, he saw the ghost still standing in the entryway.

His eyes were wide, his body stiff. He refused to take a step.

Lan Zhan frowned and glanced at his brother. "Ge, I'll join you in the sitting room in a moment. I forgot something in the car."

"Of course."

He waited for his brother to leave before he went to Wei Ying.

"Wei Ying? Are you alright?" He asked softly, "If... if seeing your parents is--"

"It's not them." He shook his head. "He's here. The man I told you about. I can feel it. I... Lan Zhan, my whole body feels like static."

Lan Zhan frowned and gently took his hand. "Wei Ying, it is okay. I am here, he cannot hurt you again..."

"But he can hurt you. he can hurt your family... my parents. I... Lan Zhan if he... if he is the one who killed me--"

"Wangji!"

Lan Zhan glanced towards the living room and sighed. "Stay with me. Don't let go of me, okay?"

Wei Ying nodded.

"If it becomes too much, we'll leave." Family be damned. If this man really was the one who murdered Wei Ying like Lan Zhan suspected, then he wanted to find out who it was, find a way to prove he was guilty.

So into the room they went.

There, sitting at the table, was Lan Zhan's uncle and brother, Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren, and then a man that Lan Zhan did not know.

"Wangji, you remember the Wei’s, right?"

"Mn. It's a pleasure to see you both." He bowed politely to them and Cangse Sanren smiled warmly.

"Oh, you've grown so much since we last saw you." She spoke warmly, but Lan Zhan could see a tiredness in her eyes.

Lan Zhan gave her a faint smile before his uncle introduced their other guest. "I don't believe you've ever met before, Wangji, this is Wen Ruohan. He used to be a business partner of mine and the Wei's."

Wei Ying's gaze landed on the man in question, his hold on Lan Zhan tightened.

For a moment, flickers of forgotten memories came rushing back. The sound of someone screaming. The sound of something unnatural cracking. The sound of something wet hitting the ground.

Wei Ying was certain if he was alive he would be hyperventilating right now.

He remembered tripping and making a lot of noise. He remembered trying to run.

He remembered being grabbed.

Wei Ying did not die quickly.

The anxiety and fear in his body began to grow, and without warning, Wei Ying fell forward, his ghostly form falling into Lan Zhan before dissipating.

A cold child traveled down Lan Zhan's spine before his whole body shivered violently.

"Wangji? Are you alright?" Xichen stood, but 'Lan Zhan' held a hand out to ease him.

"Sorry, I'm okay." He bowed in greeting to Ruohan before taking his seat.

All dinner, 'Lan Zhan' kept his mouth shut and his eyes downcast. He listened as Wei Changze told them that the 10 year anniversary was approaching and they wanted to do something special.

He learned that every year on the day of his death and on Wei Ying's birthday, his parents come to visit him. This year, however, they wanted to hold a memorial service in honor of their son.

"It truly was a tragedy." Ruohan nodded. "They never did catch his killer, did they?"

"No." Sanren hung her head. "The authorities said that the murder was in line with the others that had happened, but after A-Ying, the trail went cold. They had nothing to go on."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"I just hope his soul is at peace."

Lan Qiren nodded in agreement.

"I'm sure he is." 'Lan Zhan' said lightly, surprising the family since it was the first he spoke. 'What happened to Wei Ying was awful.. and... I didn't know him well, but he was always happy. I'm sure he's found a way to be happy now." He met Ruohan's gaze. "And I'm certain they'll find who hurt him one day."

Cangse Sanren smiled warmly and nodded. "You're right. He was such a lively little boy. He tried so hard to be your friend, you know. But you were so shy."

He nodded a little, glancing down at his food again.

It had been a long time since he's tasted anything... he almost forgot how good food was. Even if this was bland.

The rest of the meal went on in silence, complying with the Lan eating habits.

As soon as they finished eating, however, 'Lan Zhan' stood and bowed to everyone.

"I apologize. I should get going. I have a test in the morning I need to study for."

"Of course, I'm glad you could come, Wangji." Qiren nodded to him.

"I should get going as well. I have a business meeting in the morning."

"Of course, thank you for coming, Wen Ruohan."

'Lan Zhan's' lips tipped into a frown. But he bowed to everyone and headed out. He thought he was in the clear as he reached his car, but he felt eyes on him and glanced up.

Ruohan was approaching him, a frown on his lips.

"Have a good evening, sir." 'Lan Zhan' said politely before getting in his car and locking the doors.

He let out a long, slow breath, and with a light mist leaving him, Wei Ying suddenly sat beside him in the passenger seat.

Lan Zhan coughed a little and glanced at Wei Ying. "I didn't know you could do that."

"Neither did I." Wei Ying glanced out the window and saw Ruohan getting in his own car.

"Lan Zhan... be careful driving home."

"Mn." He nodded and started his engine before heading off.

Wei Ying kept his eyes on the car following them, an uneasy feeling in his chest. "Lan Zhan,"

"Im sorry for taking over your body..."

"It's alright. I never should have made you go in there with the way you were feeling. Are you feeling any better?"

"Mhm."

"Good. Let's go home."

The car stopped following them.

Thankfully, the next two days went by smoothly, Wei Ying stayed attached to Lan Zhan's

side, refusing to leave him.

A few times, he got the same spine chilling feeling and he knew Ruohan was nearby. He was always careful, guiding Lan Zhan towards more crowded areas and away from the lingering threat.

However, the night before the memorial service was to be held, Wei Ying felt the chilling feeling once more while he and Lan Zhan were at home.

He frowned and moved to slip through the wall briefly before he returned quickly.

"Lan Zhan," he hurried to his side, trying to stay calm.

"Yes?"

"I want you to text your brother and tell him to call the cops. Tell him someone is trying to break into your apartment."

"What?"

"Please... just do it.. and get something to protect yourself. Ruohan is here."

Lan Zhan frowned, but complied.

As soon as the message was sent, Lan Zhan heard his door rattle slightly and he quickly and quietly got up to find an object he could use to defend himself.

When the door finally swung open, Lan Zhan had turned all of the lights off and was staying out of sight.

Wei Ying directed him where to move to avoid the intruder.

"Oh come now, A-Zhan." Ruohan's voice was dripping with malice. "I know you're here. Come out, I just want to talk."

Wei Ying knocked something over in the opposite direction and Ruohan lunged.

Unfortunately, when Lan Zhan tried to use this as a chance to escape he knocked over some decor he had, catching the other's attention.

Wei Ying's eyes widened as the man whirled around with such determination that he was on top of Lan Zhan in a heartbeat.

The glint of the knife in his hand caught Wei Ying's attention, and without thinking, he picked up the closest object, a small potted plant, and chucked it at him, hitting Ruohan right in the head.

He whipped around to see who threw it, but that gave Lan Zhan the chance to throw a hard punch to his jaw, knocking him off of him.

The two tussled on the floor for several minutes, each time they switched and Wei Ying wasn't able to get another throw in.

However, all movements stopped when a rather… muffled sound echoed in the room. Ruohan was leaning over Lan Zhan, panting hard from wrestling with him. He jerked his arm back and Wei Ying heard the unmistakably familiar sound of flesh ripping.

"...Lan Zhan?"

"That's what you get, you damned brat." Ruohan stood, kicking the poor man while he was down.

Lan Zhan coughed up blood, rolling onto his side as his hands tried to put pressure on his wound.

"Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan no!! No, no, no!"

Ruohan scoffed. "I don't know how you figured out I did it, but this is the end for you." He readied the knife in his hand, preparing to strike again when the sound of sirens blared in the distance. Ruohan glanced over, his eyes widening before he scoffed.

He glanced down at Lan Zhan, who was trying to crawl away and slammed his foot against him,

knocking him back to the ground.

Lan Zhan collapsed with a pained grunt, and Wei Ying couldn't handle it anymore, he surged forward, his body colliding with Ruohans.

There was a bit of resistance, but Wei Ying took control.

"Help is on the way, Lan Zhan." He said softly.

He felt sick, every ounce of energy he had went into making sure Ruohan didn't move. He could feel the anger, the hate, the greed, the darkness that was Ruohan's mind. He couldn't understand how anyone could live this way.

The sirens were outside now, and 'Ruohan' rose the bloodied knife into the air as if he was going to stab Lan Zhan.

"Freeze!"

"Drop your weapon!"

'Ruohan' stood up straight and dropped the weapon away from Lan Zhan before he kicked it towards the cops.

As soon as the cops rushed forward, Wei Ying exited Ruohan's body. The man instantly began to struggle, but Wei Ying didn't care. He hurried to Lan Zhan's side, desperately trying to help put pressure on the wound, but his hands were going through him.

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, it's going to be okay!" Wei Ying wasn't sure if he was comforting himself or the other, but he was trying.

The paramedics rushed in shortly after, quickly taking Lan Zhan into their care.

Wei Ying had to back away when he realized he was sapping energy from their equipment.

He watched in a panicked state as Lan Zhan was moved onto a gurney and rushed from the apartment.

For three days Wei Ying sat on the couch, waiting, feeling himself fading in and out. He didn't care. All he wanted was to know that Lan Zhan was safe.

When the door finally opened, Wei Ying looked over in a panic, finally standing from the couch.

He watched as Xichen carefully helped Lan Zhan into the home. He stepped away from the couch as Lan Zhan was carefully lowered to the soft cushions.

"Wangji, you really should stay with me or uncle."

"No, I am fine." He assured him, carefully adjusting himself to be more comfortable. "You should go home and rest."

"..." He sighed, but nodded. "Call me if you need anything."

"Of course."

Xichen squeezed his hand before leaving.

Wei Ying stayed back, afraid to hurt him anymore. Not that he had much energy to begin with, but the fear was still there.

"Won't even come sit with me?" Lan Zhan teased and Wei Ying whined.

"I-- you're safe." Was all he could say.

"I am." He opened his arm and Wei Ying carefully took the spot, hugging him while being mindful of the wound.

Wei Ying did everything he could to help him the next few days, doting on him as much as a ghost could.

The pair was snuggled up on the couch when they saw the news.

"Suspect Wen Ruohan is currently being transported to Gusu maximum security prison following the attempted murder of Lan Wangji. Police took Ruohan into custody this past weekend after receiving a call about an alleged break-in."

"When police arrived, Ruohan had already stabbed his victim once in the abdomen. Police apprehended him and an official investigation was opened."

"Police found several artifacts in Ruohan's home linking him to the string of murders ten years ago.vA red ribbon covered in blood that was identified as belonging to 10 year old Wei Ying. Engraved acupuncture needles belonging to the late Wen Qing, a silken money pouch belonging to the late Luo Qingyang, a citrine necklace belonging to the late Qin Su..."

The list went on.

Trophies he collected from each of his victims. Ruohan was expected to receive maximum punishment.

Wei Ying slumped against Lan Zhan, a soft sigh leaving him. "I'm glad... glad he's finally gone."

"As am I."

Wei Ying nuzzled him lightly before he closed his eyes.

"Wei Ying?"

"Mhm?"

"I want you to promise me something."

"Anything."

"Stay with me. Stay here beside me until I die. And when I die, I want you to move on. I want you to let go so we can have a chance at reincarnation. So we can be together."

Wei Ying's eyes snapped open and he looked at him in shock. He saw the determined expression, could feel how serious he was. If he had a heartbeat, he was sure it would be fluttering.

"I promise. I promise, Lan Zhan. From now until the end of time, I am yours and only yours."

"Mn." He nodded, pleased with the response, and without thinking, he leaned forward and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to his lips. There was a cold pressure against his lips, just like when they hugged. It was everything he had hoped for.

"...Lan Zhan?"

"Mn?"

"...if you can kiss me... what else do you think we can do?"

Lan Zhan's ears burned a deep red and he coughed lightly, drawing a playful grin from his ghost companion.

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