Huaisang has half a mind to just say you and watch Jiang Cheng's head explode, but he's not quite drunk enough for that. Yet.
Instead he flicks his fan closed and taps it thoughtfully against his chin as he considers the question - he has no intention of being coy, he is drunk enough for that.
"I like my men to be men," he says first "Fierce, protective, strong... but caring, too, I like to be spoiled, to be looked after. Of course it has to be someone who's able to strike the right balance between taking control and understanding I am a sect leader and I am not as helpless as I seem, he would have to appreciate the skills I do have..." he pauses for a moment then laughs ruefully.
"Alright, I suppose it is a long list. If you want to know what really makes me weak at the knees, it's a big strong man who would happily pin me against a wall." he sighs happily at the thought.
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Our érzi. Our. Not just Wei Wuxian's, but both of them. Hanguang Jun himself, his excellency, the chief cultivator, has already accepted him as a son without question, despite knowing his past, despite not having seen him since he was a child.
"You really..." he starts, then looks down, not able to put it into words. After a long moment he says "Thank you."
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Huaisang has half a mind to just say you and watch Jiang Cheng's head explode, but he's not quite drunk enough for that. Yet.
Instead he flicks his fan closed and taps it thoughtfully against his chin as he considers the question - he has no intention of being coy, he is drunk enough for that.
"I like my men to be men," he says first "Fierce, protective, strong... but caring, too, I like to be spoiled, to be looked after. Of course it has to be someone who's able to strike the right balance between taking control and understanding I am a sect leader and I am not as helpless as I seem, he would have to appreciate the skills I do have..." he pauses for a moment then laughs ruefully.
"Alright, I suppose it is a long list. If you want to know what really makes me weak at the knees, it's a big strong man who would happily pin me against a wall." he sighs happily at the thought.
~~~
Our érzi. Our. Not just Wei Wuxian's, but both of them. Hanguang Jun himself, his excellency, the chief cultivator, has already accepted him as a son without question, despite knowing his past, despite not having seen him since he was a child.
"You really..." he starts, then looks down, not able to put it into words. After a long moment he says "Thank you."