"Can prove," he clarifies, immediately pushing Wei Ying's hair out of the way to kiss along the pale, soft skin on the nape of his neck. His hands rest on Wei Ying's shoulders before sliding down, feeling every dip and rise of his lean muscles.

"This skin is almost never seen," he starts, lips moving his hairline. "Always far more pale than the rest. When Wei Ying puts his hair all the way up, feels as if everyone is seeing you naked. I cannot concentrate, cannot think when your hair is up."