Again Wei Wuxian's brows lift, but he complies, rolling beneath Lan Zhan until the sheets are against his chest and stomach. It feels nice, the pressure against his still half hard cock, the weight of Lan Zhan's warm body bearing him down. "I know you won't hurt me," he says, half-contented even if he's still confused. "What can Lan Zhan show me when I am facing the pillow?"