No. [wangji nearly blurts out and ‘of course not’ to follow but bites his tongue. he’s never had another friend, much less one as close as wei ying or one as kind and handsome either. to wangji, there is no other for him but wei ying, his match in swordsmanship, in wits, in all but this one thing: experience.
he thinks again about how many people wei ying must have kissed, how many he’s-
wei ying is popular with the other students, while wangji is decidedly not. in the past that would never have bothered him, but now? now that jealousy flares in his gut, bites and chews at him.]
no subject
he thinks again about how many people wei ying must have kissed, how many he’s-
wei ying is popular with the other students, while wangji is decidedly not. in the past that would never have bothered him, but now? now that jealousy flares in his gut, bites and chews at him.]