aroceu's fic“Oh, Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian says, as one inky tentacle, warm and silky, wraps around Lan Wangji. “You’re just as depraved as the rest of us mere cultivators. As my demonic cultivation.”
#resentacles“Oh, Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian says, as one inky tentacle, warm and silky, wraps around Lan Wangji. “You’re just as depraved as the rest of us mere cultivators. As my demonic cultivation.”