"No one would believe you," Lan Zhan points out before letting go of Wei Ying's leg to yank down his trousers. Lan Zhan cannot ignore a suggestion to unclothe Wei Ying, not after being deprived of the sight.

He immediately kisses along the dark trail of hair leading down from Wei Ying's belly, so entirely different from his own. He pulls out a small vial of oil from his pouch, setting it to the side before licking a stripe up Wei Ying's cock.