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Wei Wuxian has always had a lingering regret in his heart, which is that his stature has become smaller after his reincarnation. In his previous life, as the fourth young master of a prominent family, although he couldn't compare to the towering figure of Chifeng Zun, he was at least over five feet tall, only slightly shorter than Lan Wangji, and from a distance, there was hardly any difference.
But what about Mo Xuanyu? Perhaps being driven back to the Mo Family Village by the Jinlintai caused him to suffer from inadequate food and drink, and his stature didn't fully develop. In any case, compared to his previous life, he was noticeably shorter, not to mention compared to Lan Wangji.
Originally, Wei Wuxian didn't care about his physique, but when he went to Tsaiyi Town to buy wine earlier, he encountered two women holding babies discussing parenting experiences. Wei Wuxian wasn't interested at first, but since he had to wait for the wine shop to open, he listened in.
He happened to overhear something about "boys needing to drink more milk to grow fast and tall," and also something about "men being able to grow a bit taller even at the age of twenty-five." Although he wasn't sure about Mo Xuanyu's exact age when he offered his sacrifice, he thought he was around twenty-five. Regardless, he decided to give it a try.
So, after Lan Wangji returned to the Jing Shi from the Lan residence, he gained a jealous cat.
Lan Wangji: "Wei Ying."
Wei Wuxian: "Lan Zhan, you're done with school!"
Every day, a pounce into his arms has become a necessary routine for the Wangxian pair, with their ears rubbing against each other, full of affection. Especially today, Wei Wuxian drank seven or eight cans of milk in the afternoon, and now he exudes a strong milk fragrance, making Lan Wangji unable to resist hugging his partner tightly and taking a big bite of his cherry lips.
Lan Wangji: "How did you think of drinking milk?"
Wei Ying: "Drinking milk helps you grow taller, don't you know?"
This common sense, Lan Wangji must know. When he was young, his uncle prepared a large bowl of milk for him every day, in addition to special medicinal meals, to supplement his nutrition. However, at Wei Wuxian's age, he should have passed the time for growing taller, so drinking milk is probably not very useful. Lan Wangji can think of this, and Wei Wuxian must also be well aware of it.
Lan Wangji: "Wei Ying, there's no need to force it, as long as it's you, it's good."
Wei Wuxian: "I know, but I just want to give it a try. What if? What if it still works?"
Seeing Wei Wuxian in high spirits, Lan Wangji followed him. After all, the little cat that smelled of milk was quite pleasant. And to show his support for his partner, Lan Wangji specially had two spiritual cows brought over.
The milk produced by the spiritual cow comes with spiritual energy, and its effects are definitely better than regular milk! Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian drank even more actively, and even temporarily gave up his favorite Emperor's Smile citing "interfering with the effectiveness of milk" as the reason.
Life passed by in the midst of the fragrance of milk for more than half a year, and Wei Wuxian drank at least forty to fifty vats of milk. But what was the result? He personally stated that it was completely useless! Not even a fraction of an inch grew! Wei Wuxian was so angry that he vowed never to drink milk again in his life!
Looking at Wei Wuxian's angry appearance, Lan Wangji smiled and hugged the fluffy little cat, stroking its fur gently. He was still very pleased that Wei Wuxian had been drinking milk for so long. After all, who wouldn't enjoy holding a Dao companion with skin as fair as snow, all over milky white, and smooth and tender?
Thinking about the little cat's milky cries every day, Lan Wangji had already started planning how to coax Wei Wuxian into drinking more milk for a while longer. Of course, Wei Wuxian was unaware of his little scheme, after all, the little cat was still angry.
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