( It's entirely ridiculous, he's not some teenaged maiden. And yet he eyes Lan Xichen speculatively, as if weighing up his options. Those arms are quite sturdy, he knows, and so Wen Kexing barely gives him any warning before he flings himself from the wall. There's an oof of sound as he's caught, and then he winds an arm around Lan Xichen's neck, tugging at his hair a little, semi-mean, smile turning wicked. )
Don't think you can distract me with those muscles.
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Don't think you can distract me with those muscles.
( Then slyly. )
How much trouble have I caused?