"You truly do not understand what you look like," Lan Zhan murmurs, dragging his thumb across Wei Ying's perfect bottom lip. He'd always assumed part of Wei Ying's confidence was because of how striking his looks were. He finds he hates many different people a little bit for making Wei Ying feel so. Madam Yu is certainly near the top of that list.

"On your belly," he commands. "Won't hurt you. Will just show you how you look to me."