"Lan Zhan simply pays attention to Wei Ying's body," he says, curling his fingers around Wei Ying's waist as he presses his thumb into the tight muscle. He presses kisses down Wei Ying's spine lower and lower until he is right above the swell of a soft cheek.

"Waist is so narrow. You have a freckle on one side, just to the back. One just above it and to the right. I think of them when you are not with me."