"Wei Ying shines too bright to be covered just because Lan Zhan is weak for him," he says, shifting his body down a few inches to graze his teeth along the sharp points of Wei Ying's shoulder blades.

"These are just for me. Wei Ying is strong but they look delicate and sharp. Like watching them move under your skin."

He moves his hands down, thumbs massaging at the spots he knows Wei Ying keeps tension.