lwj, seeing half of wwx's chest exposed through his loose robes: *ears go red*

wwx, seeing lwj expose the tiniest peek of skin at his wrist:

lwj's housemate, on the phone with 911, after passing by the bathroom and seeing what looks like lwj wrestling a corpse:

meanwhile everyone who has to witness two generations of wei's unintentional-yet-somehow-intentional flirting is just suffering

lwj: wei ying is sad, and it's because of me. I don't know what to do

lxc: well, it always helps to talk to a loved one when you feel down

lwj:

lxc: *hint hint*

lwj: … ah, I see

lxc: very good, now go—

lwj: he has a sister. I will go find her

lxc:

my male cousin, who is her elder sister's son, has a son (so her grand-nephew through her sister), and my mom was so, so ready to shower him with love and affection but then he cried because I stopped him from watching tv during an english lesson and she was like:

"you could write it—"

i knooOOOWWW but i don't want toOOOO 😭😭 i only wish to consume it! why must i always create??

how wwx actually looks: