return from lanling

[shangba]

A full moon, unblinking.

You did not sleep, to see?

Comments

[shangba]

Wei Ying. I am not of Yunmeng. You will never lack.

[emperorssmile]

I know. It’s just hard to unlearn being frugal.

[shangba]

Think of it so: if it occurred to Sizhui, would you wish him deprived?

[emperorssmile]

Of course, I don’t. I want him to have the best of everything.

[shangba]

Then, let that be the telltale.

[emperorssmile]

I’ll try to remember.

If I arrive with warm hands, you’ll still hold them?

[shangba]

Must check they still have correct number of fingers.

[emperorssmile]

It’s not that cold.

[shangba]

Then, have I no reason to hold a hand?

[emperorssmile]

I mean, it’s uncomfortable but it’s not frostbite uncomfortable.

Can’t you hold my hand because you love me?

[shangba]

Will my husband allow me to walk him through the village?

[emperorssmile]

He will.

Maybe we could have a walk after our first round while we regain our stamina.

[shangba]

Agreed.

[emperorssmile]

I’d like that.

Two times tonight and one when Lan Zhan wakes up. All for eating three bowls of rice. We’ll start sweet and end rough.

[shangba]

No.

Wei Ying is tender in mornings. Vulnerable.

Sweet, rough, sweet.

[emperorssmile]

Deal.

If we do it rough when we're cultivating, it makes it harder to concentrate.

[shangba]

A turn of greeting.

One of passion.

One of commitment.

[emperorssmile]

Which one should be first?

[shangba]

First, we greet.

[emperorssmile]

You’re right. We shouldn’t plan the fun out of the encounter.

[shangba]

Haughtily spoken. Bowls yet untouched.

[emperorssmile]

Those bowls are as good as empty. Just watch me.

[shangba]

Wei Ying.

We agreed numbers. Not size.

[emperorssmile]

True, I could eat three tiny bowls and Lan Zhan would have to sleep with me three times.

[shangba]

A pot is also a bowl.