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Arrrrrrghhhh.
I’ve got nine more days until I head home, and I’m just gonna be a bundle of anxiety the entire time. I don’t have much to do at work aside from grade the last few straggling assignments and clean up my classroom. I want to pack, but I also re-pack the day before I go anywhere, so it’s not really worth it to pack now. Ughghghfhhh I just need to get through it.
There’s a Lan Qiren week planned starting June 20, so I have been working on my piece for that. I want to have it finished by the 20th because I’ll be busy with the travel and the fam for most of that week. I should be able to work on it during the long days I have to report to work next week. ANYWAY, here’s a bit more of that fic.
He texts Li Xuan and invites her out for drinks.
She puts a glass of wine in front of him and waits.
“Wei Ying,” he says, and Li Xuan laughs.
Not unkindly, but she laughs, loudly enough that the couples at the surrounding tables look at them.
“Oh, Lao Lan,” she says when she catches her breath, “you poor, poor man.”
I’ve got nine more days until I head home, and I’m just gonna be a bundle of anxiety the entire time. I don’t have much to do at work aside from grade the last few straggling assignments and clean up my classroom. I want to pack, but I also re-pack the day before I go anywhere, so it’s not really worth it to pack now. Ughghghfhhh I just need to get through it.
There’s a Lan Qiren week planned starting June 20, so I have been working on my piece for that. I want to have it finished by the 20th because I’ll be busy with the travel and the fam for most of that week. I should be able to work on it during the long days I have to report to work next week. ANYWAY, here’s a bit more of that fic.
He texts Li Xuan and invites her out for drinks.
She puts a glass of wine in front of him and waits.
“Wei Ying,” he says, and Li Xuan laughs.
Not unkindly, but she laughs, loudly enough that the couples at the surrounding tables look at them.
“Oh, Lao Lan,” she says when she catches her breath, “you poor, poor man.”
