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I will name him “Lan Sizhui, A-Yuan”.
That was it, the Lan Sizhui was re-born again, right when Lan Xichen asked his younger brother about the boy that was on his arms calmly suckling on the piece of carrot with not a single care for in this world.
Lan Sizhui was still a little boy, growing up, he barely remembered anything about his previous life.
He is growing up in the Gusu Lan Sect with the arduous guidance under Lan Wangji and his older brother Lan Xichen.
He is delighted. Everything is going just how it should be, waking up every day to the sounds of birds wailing in the foreground. Getting cradled as Lan Wangji tugs him onto his bed comfortingly at night. He dozes off to sleep.
He loves sleeping. That’s one of the things little Sizhui was capable of doing properly at that frail age.
It was fine by Lan Wangji as well, he could get enough time to look for Wei Ying.
And yes,
Looking for Wei Ying was what Lan Wangji, was utmost occupied with all throughout the day.
All throughout the day.
Lan Wangji tucked little Sizhui onto his bed and when he was convinced that he was asleep Lan Zhan straight away bolted to the direction of the Jingshi, he grabbed a hold of the Wangji, placed it solidly on his table and instantaneously started plucking on the strings, producing stinging melodious notes out of the instrument.
Lan Wangji knew it deep inside himself, Wangji was adept to be able to penetrate through his despaired barrier, telling his beloved to come back to him once again, he needs him, he needs to see his face, his smile, all for himself.
Lan Sizhui was a glooming young boy, just at about the age of five.
Lan Sizhui never failed to understand what Lan Wangji had to go through ,but he truly believed that one day he would get Lan Wangji to take him where he wants to go, give him what he needs, and the only thing which he needed at that moment was motherly affection coming from anyone, absolutely anyone.
Because he was too fatigued not being able to get the right amount of nursing from Lan Wangji.
Knowing, he was small and young, though never incapable to interpret what was happening around him.
Once, Lan Sizhui was startled awoke in the middle of the night. He gradually got up from his wooden spacious little cradle and started toddling his way towards the entrance of his room.
He could hear booming noises of disciples hastening away from the side of the Jingshi.
Scared. Lan Sizhui was scared.
He settled his head on the side of the door and started looking outside from the corner of it. He was quivering; his body under the warm blanket now exposed to the night wind in his room, which was not helping with the situation to the least.
He couldn’t make sure what was happening, he was slightly drowsy, but he was confident that he heard these sounds for sure:
“Hanguang-Jun heard him!”
“Wei- Ying is coming back!”
“Run for your lives!”
Lan Sizhui was anxious,
did his father Lan Zhan do something he was not suppose to?
Why was everyone running away, terrified from his father’s house?
Was A-Yuan, himself in trouble?
Wet tears trickled down his cheeks, right when he was on the edge of bawling his eyes out—
He was wrapped with two long slender fingers, gathering him up and elevating him higher onto the person’s chest.
He stopped squirming, and with an alarmed look on his face, shifted his head to glance up to the person who picked him up.
It was his Shushu, Lan Xichen. His father’s older brother. But, his usual smiling face was no longer giving the essence of comfort to Lan Sizhui, he saw his uncle being a little distressed, anyhow Lan Sizhui was relieved that someone whom he’d trusted had come to rescue him from the panic-stricken situation.
Lan Xichen still tried to casually give of his smiling face to the little boy, in the hopes of soothing him a bit.
Lan Xichen was a little shaken by the whole situation as well, he clearly knew what was happening in the Jingshi, and what was happening with his Didi, and with all the people running away from the Jingshi.
Lan Sizhui was relieved. He stopped his sobbing and instead sniffled his tiny nose to ask the older man,
“Gege, what is happening? Did A-Yuan do something wrong?”
Lan Sizhui carefully studied the look on Lan Xichen’s face, anticipating he would answer him.
Lan Xichen burst into a tiny chuckle hearing the little boy speak.
He took him in his arms tugging and soothing the boy’s back, he re-assured him in a lulled voice:
“No, no. A-Yuan did not do anything wrong. He is a good boy right?”
Lan Sizhui was getting drowsier and drowsier; it was definitely what he wanted to hear.
He wanted someone, anyone, absolutely anyone to embrace him like this.
Also, he didn’t want anything more than this.
No one looks after A-Yuan like Lan Xichen has been doing.
He made a mental note to himself right the instant as he plopped his head on Lan Xichen’s shoulder and dozed off.
Lan Xichen was amused by how quickly the little boy can go off to sleep, he thought it might have been difficult to put a baby to sleep, but lucky for him Lan Yuan was indeed a good boy. To this he exhaled softly and tried to take a little peek onto the little boy’s drooling face.
He was really pretty, his round and chubby cheeks on his shoulders, He remembered the face he made when he was really scared and to the contrast, his face while he drools onto his shoulders was pretty impressive to Xichen. A lot of differences in those two faces, Lan Yuan’s natural face is usually put into a delicate wide grin and a warm curious expression.
Lan Xichen can never get tired of looking over him. Preserving him.
He was disappointed with his own brother.
Currently Lan Wangji was not being able to give little Sizhui the much needed affection like how Lan Xichen gives him.
Xichen knew Wangji was capable of it, but Xichen guessed that Wangji, in short terms, lost interest in the little boy, and instead found something more important to dwell upon. He just left the boy to be with himself.
In the harsh reality, Lan Wangji himself never even once went upto Xichen to ask him to look after Lan Yuan, therefore technically Xichen was the one who had to look after Little Sizhui throughout all by himself.
He moved him in his arms and took him further into Lan Yuan’s bedroom and placed him comfortably on his cradle.
“A-Yuan, I’ll take you to Caiyi Town tomorrow.”
He murmured into A-Yuan’s glistening little ears, he knew that he was fast asleep and was not able to hear him, though he kept making sure he was all right, and placed a pleasant little smooch on top of his small forehead.
“Good night.”
Walking away from the composed sleeping little boy, he smirked and with gently closing the door he went back to his Hanshi.
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Lan Xichen usually wakes up at five in the morning, and Little Sizhui wakes up at seven, but this time while Xichen was walking past A-Yuan’s room in the daybreak, a loud muffled cry coming from inside of the room startled Xichen.
Xichen without delay grasped opened the doors of the boy’s room and dashed towards where he placed Lan Yuan last night.
Xichen instantaneously uplifted the little boy on his arms again and tenderly hushed the sobbing little boy.
“There, there, Its okay A-Yuan”
Lan Sizhui peeked to take a look at the person he was being held by, having faith in, he cried to mumble out.
“Gege, A-Yuan….”
Lan Sizhui pouts.
Lan Xichen was was agitated to know.
“What happened?”
With a bit of hitch Lan Yuan continued.
“A-Yuan, did pee-pee.”
Lan Xichen was taken aback by the response, and really, to the truth he could actually feel something wet when he held the boy up in his arms.
He gently placed his hands onto the boy’s bottom and felt the dampness there.
Lan Xichen snickered.
“Oh dear, A-Yuan, Let me help you.”
Lan Sizhui plopped his head down in embarrassment,
Lan Xichen settled him on the cradle and quickly started darting here and there around the room gathering the towels and talc for him.
Once he was sure that he’d acquire all the things which he was were required, he placed the constituents beside the little boy on his spacious little cradle.
Lan Xichen pulled open A-Yuan’s soaked pants and discarded them placing it slowly beside the rest of the materials.
Halted.
Lan Xichen casually looks at the boy under him, but there was something-
He felt something.
Seeing the little boy, bare and vulnerable right in front of him. His vision slowly shifted below and gradually shifted right on top of it.
Lan Xichen was in a distant dimension. He was not even sure what was happening with him himself.
But, straight away the instant as he glanced at Sizhui’s infant little member. He had difficulty in controlling his palms,
Wrong, stop it.
Lan Xichen drooped his hand on Sizhui’s underdeveloped little penis and started nipping on it with his long fingers.
He did it.
Without a second thought.
Lan Xichen for some reason, did not regret, but was mentally taken aback when he came back to be conscious of what he was genuinely doing.
Either way, Lan Xichen with no incentive, was getting amused.
Lan Sizhui’s little member was getting harder. The girth of it changed and is now much stiffer than it was before.
Lan Sizhui panting heavily as his voice stuttered.
“Gege, i-it hurts.”
Lan Xichen took his sweet little time to snap out of his universe which he accidently travelled to. He felt guilt, repentant, humiliated once he was back.
How can he take such a risk?
Lan Sizhui was uninformed and unfamiliar.
Lan Xichen slowly detached his slender heinous fingers off of A-Yuan’s tiny delicate little member, but nonetheless Lan Xichen was in a lifeless awe and kept staring at the twitching baby dick in front of him.
Lan Xichen grew impatient, for no reason at all.. there was certainly no good reason for this except arousal.
He tilted his head further down onto Sizhui’s insignificant fluttering small penis, and gave it a slight lick, Xichen made a quick discovery, his tongue was as a matter of fact the same size as A-Yuan’s baby dick.
What was he doing?
The toddler moaned, “Gege.”
Xichen came out of it right away with nothing but a dread forming over his face and whiteness inching up to his head.
His face creeping slowly back up he was finally aware of what he did, Xichen peeked up at Sizhui in wish for the boy under him, to still be intact.
Unfortunately he was wrong.
The little boy under him had a flash of panic-stricken expression on his round face, his body trembling and Xichen noticed the boy’s eyes adjusting to the tears forming in the corners of it as well.
Oh gods.
Lan Xichen did not mean to do this.
If it was too late, what would have happened then?
But, It was already a little late,
Lan Sizhui wriggled along the bed sheet as his tiny member began to pulse faster.
He came untouched. A handful amount of cum gushed out of the place below Lan Yuan’s abdomen.
Lan Xichen should fully obliterate this.
Lan Xichen coming to a full realization now, the boy he was suppose to be looking after in place of a guardian but instead, he did just a few minutes ago stimulated him at such a fragile little age?
The upcoming Sect Leader of the most notorious sect can allow himself to do this?
Shame.
Lan Sizhui, with an incapably harmless look on his face, placed his hands down on his uncovered little penis, feeling a drenched white fluid his eyes darted up to ask the man he counted up on.
“Gege, what is this?”
He waited for the reply impatiently, his curious little self wanted to know.
Lan Xichen batted his eyelid rapidly, he did not want to damage Little Sizhui’s innocence, he cannot and will not continue anymore further than what accidently came through him.
It was just a little mishap at Lan Xichen’s point, nothing serious, he’d hope.
Lan Xichen panic-stricken let out a hesitant warm laughter.
“Sizhui, its nothing— it just means you are a big boy now, forget about it okay?”
Lan Sizhui relieved, his heartbeat went back to normal and he repeats again saying it with a frail tone,
“A-Yuan is a big boy now.”
Lan Xichen does not force himself to smile; it just comes out on his face naturally.
“Mhm, he sure is.”
Lan Xichen nods affirmatively at the little boy, smile intact.