[21.] Did you get lost?

                                    

                                          

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Lan Xichen heard someone approaching and smiled; it could only be one, a special one. In just seconds, he felt a warm body close to his, and gentle fingers that caressed his lips carefully. He opened his eyes to see his husband, kneeling in front of him, watching him intently with those huge girl's eyes, biting his lip. 
He murmured:
- Good morning, my lovely.
- Oh... Husband... You shouldn't have let me sleep so long...  -  Jiang Cheng mumbled, blushing.
- Why? Do you have somewhere else to be, my sweetest? –  he smiled and tilted his head, curious.
- Lan Huan!!!  - Jiang Wanyin scoffed, frowning.
- I wanted you to rest. You have been unwell, so this is the most natural thing today. Also, we didn't sleep too much last night.  
He leaned in and whispered in his ear:
- And I am glad we didn't.
Jiang Cheng was blushing furiously, biting his lip. He had to ask, but was afraid, but then –  it was important that he asked. He lowered his eyes and finally muttered:
- Zewu-Jun... I have to know... Did we... Uh... I don't remember if we did... I don't remember everything...
- What are you asking, husband? –  Lan Xichen knew well what this was about, but laughed briefly, enjoying watching him all flushed and embarrassed. –  Ask me, there are no secrets between us now. I know you fully, and you know me fully.
Jiang Cheng swallowed hard, painfully aware that his husband was thirstily devouring him with his eyes, breathing in his blushing face. He sighed, and lifted his burning eyes to stare at him.
- Zewu-Jun, I need to ask. Did we make a baby?  –  he clenched his teeth, but did not look away this time.
- Will it be alright if we did, sweetheart? –  Lan Xichen kissed the corner of his mouth gently, teasing him.
- Did we?!  –  he almost jumped. –  But, Lan Xichen, we are still not... I am definitely not... -  he stuttered, lost and worried.
- Use your words, Sandu Shengshou. Don't be afraid to say what you think. Ever. –  Lan Xichen smiled.
- Oh, godammit!  I feel so weak when I'm around you, Zewu-Jun...  -  he blushed again, but then inhaled sharply and said:
- I don't think we are ready for a child, husband. It is too soon. We still don't know each other well, and I want to. I want to get to know you better.
- Hmmm. –  Lan Huan got to his feet, lifting him up too, and now hugged him tight and murmured in his ear gently:
- Then it's a good thing that you are not pregnant, my lovely.
Jiang Wanyin felt dizzy; the soft lips so close to him, the warm and loving gaze, those strong arms... It all felt amazing, looked amazing. 
He whispered, deeply in love:
- Please, kiss me, Zewu-Jun... I am so lost in you...