Lan Zhan pins Wei Ying's hips down with an arm, concentrating on swallowing him down, the taste not as strange as he had expected. Honestly, although he would not likely say so, it tastes very much like much of the food in the Cloud Recesses.

He immediately kisses along the scar on Wei Ying's belly once his mouth is free, gently removing his finger as Wei Ying's body shivers.

"Love you," he murmurs, lips tracing the sharp, low slice. "Love Wei Ying."