"Touch me, then eat," Wei Wuxian agrees, gasping for the path of Lan Zhan's sharp, white teeth. He never knew that biting could feel so good, but it is very much like Lan Zhan, a man of so many hidden wonders, to show him.

"It is Lan Zhan's 'birthday,'" he reasons, should Lan Zhan need further excuse. He looks up at him through his lashes. "He can have anything he wants tonight."