Lan Zhan nods immediately, although he is very certain Wei Ying was the one who moved. Careful not to jostle his finger, he reaches over with his free hand to coat his fingers with oil.

Wei Ying is not as hard as he was, but Lan Zhan thinks this will distract if nothing else. He reaches down to start slowly stroking Wei Ying, calculating the angle he thinks he needs when Wei Ying is ready for his finger to move.

"Wei Ying is hot inside, soft."