Winter

“Wen Yuan held him in one hand and a wooden sword in the other, wearing the grass butterfly on his head, 'Brother Xian, would Brother Rich ever come here again?'

Wei WuXian bursted, 'Who’s Brother Rich?'

Wen Yuan answered seriously, 'The rich brother is Brother Rich.'

Wei WuXian, 'Then what about me?'

As expected, Wen Yuan answered, 'You are Brother Xian. Brother Poor.”
― 墨香铜臭, 魔道祖师 [Mó Dào Zǔ Shī]

“You're really great. I like you...Or in other words, I fancy you, I love you, I want you, I can't leave you, I whatever you.”
― 墨香铜臭, 魔道祖師 四 [Mo Dao Zu Shi Vol. 4]

“Hearing the dog, Wei WuXian immediately felt his hair rise. He shrunk back into Lan WangJi’s arms, half-dead with fright, 'Lan Zhan!'

Lan WangJi had already embraced him without needing any reminder, replying, 'I am here!'

Wei WuXian, 'Hug me!'

Lan WangJi, 'I am hugging you!'

Wei WuXian, again, 'Hug me tight!'

Lan WangJi, also, 'I am hugging you tight!”
― 墨香铜臭, 魔道祖师 [Mó Dào Zǔ Shī]

“At best, you’re the untamed hero; at worst, you offend people wherever you go.”
― 墨香铜臭, 魔道祖师 [Mó Dào Zǔ Shī]