He immediately crawls back up Wei Ying's body, settling half on top of him as he brushes Wei Ying's tangled, sweaty hair out of his face. He cannot help but run a hand down Wei Ying's still heaving chest, eyes greedy for every piece of him. For being of a similar size, there are so many differences between them and Lan Zhan very much wants to investigate every single one.

"Wei Ying is not too shocked with Lan Zhan?" he asks, leaning in to kiss his cheek.