Wei Wuxian exhales a small chuckle. "You are so tolerant of me and my worrying, Lan Zhan," he murmurs. "I would still suggest you take Ford-daifu's medicine and allow me to apply more ointment, but I suppose I will not grumble too much if you refuse."
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Date: 2020-10-23 03:21 pm (UTC)