Mo Ran shifts as he blinks awake. He takes a moment to take in the room, it's very bright thanks to the sun shining. He moves to rub his face into his pillow to hide from the light but something is in the way. He looks down curious, finding a mob of silk black hair, he moves back to get a better look.
His heart sores at the sight of Wanning bare and sleeping in his arms. He remembers what they did last night, hours ago at this point. Wanning small but warm body against his own. The way Wanning held on to him. The sounds that came out from Wanning mouth, the way he look up at Mo Ran, are all something he will never forget.
For now, Mo Ran watches Wanning sleep. Face peaceful and serene. Expression smoothed out unlike how it usually is, was. Mo Ran has noticed Wanning schools his expression more now. Trying not to look mean. He finds the effort adorable. But he's curious as to why. For now he'll enjoy the moment. He leans in laying a gentle kiss to his beloved's forehead, his cheek, then moving further down to lay a kiss on his bare shoulder. Mo Ran peals the covers away a tiny bit to catch a glimpse of his marks on Wanning. His teeth marks around a redden nipple, a purple bruise next to the scar on his chest, over his heart, and many other hickeys scattered over the silky snow skin.
Giddy with happiness, Mo Ran bring Wanning into a hug, he grumbles something Mo Ran can't hear then rubs his face into Mo Ran chest, getting closer. Wanning lets out a content sigh, continuing to sleep, melting against tan skin. Mo Ran smiles. It all feels perfect.
Until the door is knocked on. Mo Ran frowns at having to be disturbed. He was enjoying the silence and feeling of Wanning in his arms. Carefully he extracts his arms from around Wanning, careful still he gets up, moving over Wanning to get off the bed. He grabs his undergarments and a robe to dress himself as he makes his way to the door. He opens it, to see the woman from last night and the old man they talked to too. They must have come at the same time.
"Good afternoon." They say at the same time with smiles on their face but the woman is blushing a bit.
"We came to check on you both, is your wife still asleep?" The woman asks.
"Ah..." Mo Ran is speechless. He's surprised by the misunderstanding. They barely just confessed. At the same time Mo Ran wants to grin like the idiot he is, happy to hear Wanning be called his wife. Mo Ran clears his throat. "Yes. Oh and... my wife took care of the ghost so there shouldn't be any problem. But we'll stop by later to give some incense to use to make sure the ghosts spirit are appeased." Mo Ran tells them. The older man looks teary eyed.
"It's over?" He asks. Mo Ran gives him a nod. Then his face twist with annoyance. "Those two sticklers, bragging how they'll take care of it and here they are in the clinic asking for compensation." He growls out. He turns away from them, both Mo Ran and the woman watch his retreating back. stomping away.
She lets out a sigh. "When do you two plan to leave? I can try to get anything you wish. Food included. I'm sure you both are hungry." The woman then leans over. "And tell your wife she can find me at the clinic." She whispers. Mo Ran nods, seeing him agree she walks away. Mo Ran closes the door. Not wasting a second he goes back to Wanning. He pauses at the sight of Wanning curled into a ball with the blanket kicked off, some tangled around his legs giving some modesty in his sleep but also showing Mo Ran just enough curves to see the marks he made in better lighting.
Pulling the other back in his arms, Mo Ran smiles, Wanning can not get anymore precious to him. He rests his cheek against the top of Wanning head, breathing in his natural floral scent. Once again enjoying the moment of quiet.
Not long after Wanning lets out a gasp, body freezing. Before Mo Ran can react Wanning jerks awake, sitting up. He lets out a heavy breath, and for a moment Mo Ran can see fear and sadness in Wanning eyes. The giddy feeling is gone. He sits up, leaning on his elbow watching the other slowly come to reality. A question on the tip of his tongue. When their eyes connect they sit in silence.
Then Wanning whole face turns red, from the tip of his ears, that Mo Ran knows has a cute mole on, to his neck and even reaching the top of breasts. Mo Ran biting a laugh back as Wanning reaches over for the blanket, covering his body. A bit late for that. Him trying is cute though. "Afternoon." Mo Ran greets with a kiss to the others pinked shoulders.
"Mm." Wanning grunts looking away shyly. Mo Ran only smiles, resting his head on his hand still leaning on his elbow. Happy to watch Wanning the way he is. Beautiful even with his hair crazy, some points sticking out and others flat. "-Ran?" Wanning calls him disturbing his daze. Mo Ran blinks, eyes going up to meet Wanning worried one's. Wanning tilts his head in question, Mo Ran just wants to ravish him more than last night.
"Sorry, what?"
Wanning huffs, frowning, "you really never pay attention."
Mo Ran smiles, a glint in his eyes, "your beauty always distracts me." Since he can be honest now that there's no need to hide his true feelings anymore.
Wanning sputters, embarrassed, face turning more red than before. "You must be blind." Wanning says.
"Blinded by my love for you." Mo Ran counters, still grinning.
"Mo Ran!" He shouts looking away, sounding more like a scandalized maiden. Mo Ran lets out a chuckle. Wanning watching from the corner of his eyes. He's never seen Mo Ran chuckle or laugh in front of him before. If he has it's been a long time.
After a good chuckle Mo Ran sits up, unfazed by his state of undress. "Let's get ready." He says with no enthusiasm, sounding more like he's being forced by the scruff of his neck. They are still technically on a mission. As much as they would like to stay in bed they can't. They have a duty to see this through to the end.
They take a quick bath then get ready as they wait for their food. Mo Ran tells Wanning what the woman and old man had told him (minus being called his wife part) as they eat.
Done with their preparations they finally exit the inn room. They talk to the old man (who owns the inn they stayed at) more about lighting the incense at the shed for souls. Every night for a month should do it. Of course as promised they get paid.
Curious Mo Ran follows Wanning to the clinic to talk to the woman. Zedong Xun (as Mo Ran learns) secretly helps there. Wanning takes half of his portion that he was paid to pay the woman. She stare shocked, along with Mo Ran, Wanning justified it. She did help last night. She hugs Wanning, who can only stand like a plank at the contact, looking and feeling uncomfortable with the contact. To help the old man they talk to those cultivators. Of course learning that they are scammers, not fully. They don't belong to a sect and the ghosts they have been dealing with have been easy. So they get a glare from Wanning and don't ask for any compensation from the older man. Instead they have to pay Zedong Xun for her service.
They leave after diner, Zedong Xun getting them a horse. Wanning hands her a small scroll, Mo Ran barely hearing that it's a letter of recommendation. With the money Wanning gave her and the letter she can study medicine anywhere she wants, even Shisheng peak if she so chooses.
Wanning stares at the horse, then turns to Mo Ran and Zedong Xun. Why is there only one horse? "Shall we?" Mo Ran smiles very happy by how Zedong thinks.
"It was nice to meet you both and thank you." Zedong bows low. Before Wanning can answer Mo Ran easily lifts Wanning onto the horse with him, surprising Wanning not just by his speed but his strength as well. Mo Ran gives her a nod then slaps the rains of the horse, Wanning in his lap still stunned.
Wanning doesn't fully catch what Zedong Xun says to them as Mo Ran rides them away but he catches the words 'married couple' wondering why she would think so. They did share a room. They do seem like it with Wanning form now. Then he realizes, the room they were given only had one bed. They didn't notice or care.
Wanning flushes as Mo Ran laughs. Riding them away.