Lan Zhan takes a sharp breath at the press of Wei Ying's leg, trying to keep himself perfectly still as he voices a weak protest.

"Wei Ying needs food," he huffs, afraid that if he doesn't stop now, he won't be able to do so all night. The prospect of a naked Wei Ying spread underneath him for an entire night is enticing in a way Lan Zhan is unsure is acceptable. He's certain he could lose himself entirely for an entire night, likely to Wei Ying's detriment. "Wei Ying did all of this for me. Needs to eat."